Thursday, September 13, 2012
"A Presence" Associative Prompt
In at least 200 words, describe a presence in your house (childhood home/current place of residence)—a person, a pet, a piece of furniture, an illness, a secret, a "ghost." Use all five senses. Be as detailed as possible. Your description could take on the form of a poem or a story and could be real or imagined.
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The sprit comes within the home
ReplyDeleteTo some its presence is unknown
But others
They can feel the cold in their skin
They play it off as if it is nothing
But it is real
The sprit within the house
They may come for just one night
Or they can just follow you around
They may alter what you feel
Possibly the taste of a liquid
Or even the scent of your room
Ever so slightly
But that is their work
They just want to be acknowledged by you
Most don’t come to do harm
But those can contact you
Whispering in your ear
Possibly trying to sway your judgment
They may just want a conversation
To tell you something important
But you don’t listen
So they manifest in front of you
Showing you the form they have taken
To try to get you to understand they are there
They want you to know them
To understand who they are
They may be alone in their existence
And you are all they can talk to
Give them the peace and speak with them
Let them have comfort in their new existence
Let them know they’re not alone
Give the sprit a sign
To know your there for them
The girl that I never got to know her name, I was a wild thirteen year old boy. Growing up loving to go to parties and having a good time. It was a beautiful day me and my friends wanted to get into something so we called and called so many people to ask if there were any parties going on that night. Always and all the time there is one person that you’ll love for getting you out of the boredom. It was a friend of mine who we called and said there was a partying going on in his house but it’s a custom party. I and my friends went and we bought customs for that night. We wanted to have fun so bought scary customs. The hour came for us to leave and go to the party. We wore on our way then we arrive at the scene of the party. We walked inside and as soon as you walk in it’s like you walked in party city. Everyone had different customs on and you wouldn’t know who was who. I and my friends went our separate ways. As I’m walking this girl caught my eyes she was wearing a princess custom with a pink mask covering her eyes. But you could see the lips that came from heaven, and the body that could pass for a super model. I approached her and I said hi and she said hi back but the way she said it I just felt in love. I asked her if she would have liked to dance. We went on and we started dancing there were no words but the movement and it was just eye to eye. We both felt each other and wanted to get to know each other but as soon I was going to ask her what was her name was all you heard was WOOWOO it was the police. Everyone ran out and I couldn’t help it but run to. We both went another way. After that day I looked into every girls eyes but I would never find the girl. Mystery girl what’s your name?
ReplyDeleteIn my home a presence is felt. We believe it is my aunt that died at a very young age. She does little things that mess with me like moving around my mirror and swiveling it so it faces the wall instead of out into the room. My family tells me not to worry but it scares me sometimes, but also makes me think. Why is her soul stuck here? I wouldn’t want to be stuck in a place that brings back memories that will haunt me forever. The stories my family tells me that she won’t hurt me it still scares me.
ReplyDeleteThe stories I hear don’t scare me at all. It’s what she might do to me for taking her room scares me. There have been times in the middle of the night were I wake up in the middle of the night hearing someone crying and calling out for their mom. I’ll walk around upstairs and see that I’m the only one up. Those are the things that scare me. The times when I wake up scared because I feel someone standing over me. My house is haunted by a young girl with a lost soul.
Before this experience I never really believed in ghosts, but I kept my mind open for possibilities. On a cool winter evening, I went through my regular routine before I went to bed. Shower, brush teeth, bed. As my eyes started to close I felt a sudden sink in the bed. Almost as if someone came in and sat on it. I was pretty creeped out because nothing like this has ever happened before. I immediately started to think of the possibilities. I thought about how my family first moved into this house. We never really asked about the past owners which made this whole thing a bit spooky.
ReplyDeleteWhen I took a look around the house the next day, I saw a tombstone on the side of my house. The letters were cut off but what I could make out it read “Dav— beloved Fa--- 1880- 1950” . The next night my room was at least 10 degrees colder than usual, it also smelled very odd. Smelled like old cinnamon. I laid down and started to fall asleep then around 3am I felt someone touching my ear. I opened my eyes in disbelief. I saw a shadow towering over me. All I could hear and feel was a cool breeze coming from this shadow. Then it suddenly left. As if it did what it needed to do. I couldn’t fathom what was happening. Till this day I don’t know if this was a dream or not. The thought of a supernatural presence being in my house still lingers in my head.
A presence can be felt inside and out but it has to be something special to stay there forever, To me that presence is my mom and having her home is the most relaxing thing out there, just seeing my mom home after a I had long day of being outside either playing a sport or hanging with friends it’s something worth coming home too. To me a home is not a home if a female is not around matter fact a home is not a home if my mom is not around and the thing is that as human we are all meant to die someday but I always wonder why do moms die it can be that maybe you get too attached to them but it can also mean that you want them to praise you when you do a good job or when you finally got your dream job. To be a child of a single mother with 4 kids including me is something that makes you think like “wow she really did it” and although I get myself into trouble or into arguments with her it’s something that will never change, My perspective is cause of my mom, the way I think its cause of my mom, and what causes me to move on forward is cause of her as well, but that not all my mom’s has manage to accomplished due to her presence in the house she also has gave me guidance to the real world out there that nothing is easy as it seems that ideas can turn into nightmares but to never give up. To me my mom is a big presence around my house she fuels our mind and builds peace in the house and even when she gets sick and sleep in the hospital for weeks I know her presence is in here looking after us in ways we can’t explain and if one day the times comes and they’re peacefully gone there something not visually there in the house but something that you feel.
ReplyDeleteEver since I was born we always had our cat, Jessie. My family got her somewhere around 1990 and we had her all the way until a few years ago. She was a calico colored cat, like colors such as brown, black and grey. She kept to herself a lot and sometimes went into the basement to chill out. You could play with her but she would eventually get annoyed and try to bite you. Our other cat was Gizmo. We found him in the winter in 2005 on our porch looking for stuff to eat. We let him in and h was afraid at first, but he eventually got used to us and we had him for 3 years. He was really furry and every one in a while when we went to get his hair cut, he would look pretty funny. We also have a bird, autumn. He is a ring-neck turtle dove who someone back in Jersey City gave him to us back in 1993. He smells like a normal bird and often makes you sneeze. He constantly gets all of his birdseed on the floor and I’m forced to vacuum it all up. And if you let him fly all over the house for an extended period of time, he will crap on everything. He also has a very distinct calling sound and also has a sound that resembles laughter. I’ve had many animals over the years and have fond memories of them.
ReplyDeleteA pull
ReplyDeleteA tug
A “leave me alone”
A little whisper in the corner of the room
I look
My face is emotionless
Terror slowly creeps in through my mouth to the bottom of my toes
I slowly look for my soft brown colored pillow pet
I bring it to my chest
I feel the pillow pet beating
My hands quiver
I left it up and throw it across the room
A bang then
Complete silence
I lay down thinking it was just my imagination
I turn and close my eyes
Going into deep thought until I hear a creak and a laugher
I look to see piercing red eyes look straight at me and hide away in the closet
I got up to feel the tingly carpet brushing against my feet
My legs turned numb and fell straight to the ground
There was no way that I was going to be able to walk from here
I crawled my way over feeling every inch of the floor
I got to the closet and slowly felt my legs coming back
This was my time to defeat whatever was in there
I got up and looked in
To see something with red eyes staring straight at me
The smell of a rotten dead body penetrated my nose
I collapsed to the floor
The last thing I heard was from a distance
A yell
Of a woman
Of terror
The taste of vomit
Was all I could taste
I squinted to see the same piercing red eyes looked at me
My hand stretched out
His face slightly became clear
For all I could see was a smile upon his face and his eyes
He laughed and razor sharp teeth were now just staring at me
Then everything went completely black
Where do we go when we die? Some people think it is heaven. Others with slightly less hope believe our souls along with our bodies, stay on earth. But I like to think it is a mix between the two. I like to think that we can choose to revisit our loved ones back here on earth.
ReplyDeleteAnd this hope makes me think hard about when my house is creaking and cracking when I am home alone. My house was built twenty or thirty years before my parents were even born and this begins to beg the question. Who lived here before me? And who lived here before those people?
But it is not something that I am worried about because whenever I think about that, I think about my grandfather; the grandfather that I never had the pleasure of meeting. I like to think that whenever I hear the vibrations of the old house through my feet as I walk, it is him walking right beside me just trying to see what I’m doing. When I see the door open by itself because of its faulty hinges I’d like to believe that it is him walking through there.
I know if it was the case that we all could revisit earth after death I would revisit my house. I would like to revisit the velvety taste of my grandma’s famous spaghetti sauce and the hickory scent from my father grilling in the back yard.
So I wish that we could all return to our old habitat and our own memories after we die because I would want to be like my grandfather, just checking up on those that he left behind. So I can see my father searing his favorite steak while he watched the leaves falling quietly from my tulip tree in the back yard.
the last time i went to honduras was my freshman man year giong into my sophmore year in high school. i was giong to be 15 years of age. this was giong to be my third time giong to honduras i knew how things worked over there. the city is different from the twon over there in honduras you do not have roads like here,in honduras the roads are dirt literaly.
ReplyDeletei remember this day like if it was yesterday. i was chilling with my brother and we was at the porch just talking to some ladies when my aunt screams my name and supposly something through a big rock in the roof of my aunts bbq roof it was already night time and we have this big tamarin tree when something came out flying out of the tree we kept looking for it shouting and then finally my brother got the gun and shot it but it flew away supposly it was a witch mythical story that honduran people believe and once i have gotten back from honduras that same witch used to bother my aunt
"My Old Home"
ReplyDeleteThey say that as you're getting older you tend to forget a lot of things especially from your childhood but I don't believe in that. Im eighteen, which is not that old, and I still remember things that happenned in my old home when i was about four years old. That memory of my old place just stuck to me till this year. I remember when my sister and I would always do each others hair and the time I got sent to the hospital because I put something up my nose. I can still remember the smell that the place had and the smell was very decent, it smelled like Pinesol. My mom always left that place looking clean and smelling good. My aunt came from Peru to take care of me while my parents went to work and my older sister went to school. She past away recently and that's the only memory I have of her. She was so sweet and I know she loved me. My room was mine, my sister's, and my parents room together. The room wasn't as small as you think. My mom had her king bed by the window and me and my sister had a bunkbed, in which i would sleep at the top and her on the bottom, I even remember walking down the stairs of the bunkbed i slipped and hurt my arm. My bathroom was beautiful. In the entrance of the bathroom, at the left, was the white marble sink with the mirror on the top and straight ahead was the shower with no door but a curtain, i even remember my mom potty training me. The saddest thing I remember was when we were finally moving out of that apartment. My mom left everything clean and the smell of Pinesol stuck to all of us. It was fall at that time and my mom put me in a huge coat exaggerating over the weather. Since my mom cleaned the floors, we all had to be careful walking out of there but apparently I didn't listen and i slipped on my back, I couldn't get up because of that big coat, I was struggling like a chubby baby trying to get up. Sometimes I want to go back there but I know the new people that live there now probably took away the smell that my mom left.
What truly happens in the night?
ReplyDeleteDuring the time where most sleep
Most believe that everything done and nothing bad could happen right?
Well besides the usual crimes and animals that will never be at rest
There are other things that come up and believe me they can spy the best
As if like children ghost begin to play
They run around and laugh until they see the bright shine of day
Don’t be afraid well at least not yet
Not until I tell the secrets of how their games are set
When you feel as if you’re in a falling motion
That’s when they lift your body and move you like a boat on the ocean
When your dream feels so real that you can taste something new
That’s them playing with your mind making you feel all the desires they have for food
If that screeching noise continues more than once a night
Then maybe you should feel a bit of fright
Because that sound is no longer a mistake
It’s just a warning and them saying that you’re becoming part of their bait
Don’t be too afraid the noises could just be mice
Unless you feel something graze over you
That’s as cold as ice
If you smell something musty or rotten
Just known that’s them reminding you that their soul is not to be forgotten
After they play with you for who knows long maybe some years
One night it will all stop and you’ll see someone
In complete tears
But once you see them don’t go too close
Or else you’ll fall into the plan of that dear ghost
And once you fall in
Nothing will move in your house not even a drop of a pin
Once the sun rises over the hill
That house will be completely still
And when night fall and the games begin again
A new player will join the ghost
A new friend
That is very creepy, but I love it! Great job Totiana. :D
DeleteHe walked down the stairs into the basement, thirst stinging his tongue. At the bottom of the steps he grabbed onto the carpeted pole and swung around it to his right. He opened the fridge, grabbed a Pepsi and turned to head back up, but he could feel something. Something wrong. Putting the soda on a step, he slowly walked to his right, past the fridge and to the computer. The closer he got, the louder the noise got. It was a low humming, accompanied by something tumbling. He whipped around to his right once more and confronted the fiend…which turned out to be the dryer. A sigh of relief escaped him as he turned back towards the stairs. Then he caught sight of it. A shadow floated quickly from wall to wall and out of sight. Something was around that corner. He anxiously strode towards the corner, each step on the concrete floor echoing in his ears. He gripped the carpeted pole anxiously, hoping the fibers would relax him, but of course they didn’t at all. He took in a deep breath and swung around the corner to confront the presence, but instinct forced his eyes shut. Open them, open them, seriously! It’s your house! What’s the worst it could be? Filling himself with bravado he forced his eyes open and was face to face with the faceless myth, Slenderman.
ReplyDeleteA house is looked at as a residence, my house is looked at as a home. A home provides nurture, attention, and love. This isn’t a rented house, I haven’t lived in it for a few months or maybe even a year or two. I grew up in this house and I know it inside and out. My mother’s parents owned our home and passed it down to her and her future family. There’s so many memories in that house, I just can’t pick one. This house is an old house, sometimes the sound-making, floor squeaking house. When Hurricane Irene hit, I learned an awful lot about that place. Sometimes I wish my home wasn’t how it is now. It only took one night for one hurricane to destroy some of the time and effort put into making that house a home. The basement flooded, a mini sailboat could probably float down there with all the water, the power went out, and trees were falling everywhere outside. The next morning, nothing outside looked the way it did the night before. Houses were hit, streets were flooded, and the town looked deserted. The town was told to evacuate, but my parents refused. My parents helped raised our house. We lived like savages for about three days. I needed a shower, it felt like I didn’t have a hot shower in like five years! I needed real food, I knew things would get better though and soon they actually did. Our house suffered a lot of damage, a lot of things got ruined, but we got through it as a family. A home shows love, care, and attention, I don’t think I ever want to leave that place.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was eleven years old I had just finished watching a scary movie with my mom and my brother had gone to sleep over his girlfriend’s house so I slept in his bed. It was two in the morning and my mom and I were still up. I was lying on my brother’s bed watching cartoons and my dog was lying next to me. I had to go down stairs to turn all the lights off. Then I came upstairs and saw my dog barking at my brother’s closet as if something or someone was in there. So I told my mom to go open the closet, and nothing was there. Than about five or four in the morning I woke up from hearing the doors open and close and my dog downstairs barking. No one was home but my mom and I, and my mom was sleeping. I went downstairs and my dog was barking at the basement door. We always lock the basement door before going to sleep and I saw that it was unlocked. I locked it again and then I turned around and saw a figure of an old man just standing behind me. It looked like my grandpa but I wasn’t sure. Then I ran upstairs with my dog and locked my brother’s door. I was on the bed lying down on the bed trying to go back to sleep and act like nothing had happen. Ever since that night my dog is always sleeping with me, even till this day. She is always making sure I’m okay, like when my brother and I would play fight my dog would come and jump on them. Sometimes if someone slapped my leg as a joke my dog would growl at them.
ReplyDeleteA ghostly presence can send a person up the wall. When a door shuts on its own, or footsteps are heard when home alone, goose bumps are felt, and hair on your arms are sticking right up. Ghosts are real, and they will “live” in your house, or in a forest, or even haunt a person just like in The Exorcist. My very own home has ghosts present, and I am nowhere near afraid of them. Why? Because they are harmless souls that lurk around my house day and night just trying to be noticed. I have had an encounter with a ghost before. I noticed something that no one in my family could ever have believed. It was the most bizarre thing that ever happened that I saw with my own two brown eyes.
ReplyDeleteIt was years ago, when I was only a little fifth grader, young and innocent. I awoke from my slumber at nine o’clock on a Saturday morning in the fall. I walked into the yellow kitchen in my house, like I do every morning. I took two steps to my right, and stopped in shock and confusion. On the black and white tiled floor, I saw glass shards that looked like they came from a light bulb; which they did. In the kitchen, there is a light socket right above the sink, that’s where the light bulb shards came from. I knew they came from the sink because all I did was look up, and saw only half a light bulb. But what made it more bizarre was that there were no shards of glass in the sink. The rest of the light bulb, along with the screw on the bottom that screws into the socket and the bottom half of the bulb was still there. The top half looked as though it was cut in half, and placed in the kitchen floor. My bedroom is on the first floor, and right down the hall from the kitchen, so I hear everything that happens in there. The light bulb could have been toyed with at some point in the night while I was sleeping, and I never would have heard it, mainly because I’m a very heavy sleeper.
Later in the morning when the rest of my family woke, I pointed out to them the “crime scene.” My mother’s reaction was exactly like mine, confused and shocked. My dad didn’t believe it, and thought someone was pulling a prank, but I didn’t believe that. My house was built sometime in the 1940s, and was vacant for most of the 1980s. An old lady lived in my house for a while, and died in there. She had a wooden leg and her name was Ethel. She smoked like a chimney, and had a cat. There was a boy, around the age of twenty, who committed suicide right in my brother’s room. He shot himself in the head with what we believe was a pistol. Ethel’s cat also died in my house, and so did my brother’s cat Miss Kitty. She was sixteen years old and passed away right in her favorite spot in the house, the bathroom floor. Once in a while my family will hear footsteps or even feel a presence like somebody is standing right behind them. Every so often I think back to that day when I saw my first ghostly encounter. It was beyond anything I’ve ever seen. I always think of Miss Kitty, and sometimes it feels as though I see her lying on the floor. My house has ghosts, and there isn’t anything I can do about it accept live with them, and try to not be afraid. They aren’t here to harm my family, just continue to stay in their house.
I shot off the light and walked over to my bed. I was able to see my way to my bed because my bedside lamp was on. I pulled the covers over my body as I began to lie down. I looked around my room and saw that my door was open. “That’s strange... I thought I closed my door already.” I threw off the covers and walked over to close the door. It creaked shut and I turned towards my bed. I walked a few feet and then I heard another creak. I turned around quickly and my door, once again, was wide open. “Alright this is getting weird,” I said to myself. Closing the door once more I ran to my bed in fear. I went airborne as I jumped in and threw the covers over me. I pulled the covers up close to my face and looked around. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Then I heard a bump, goose bumps rose across my whole body. Another bump came from across my room and the smell of death filled my nostrils. It was such a strong smell that I could taste it on my tongue. The smell got stronger and stronger until I felt the presence was right on top of me. I then felt a pressure on my face, as though a hand was caressing my cheek. I was frozen in fear, unable to move, speak, or breathe. Suddenly the room was back to normal. I exhaled and relaxed my muscles. I looked up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. Suddenly, my breath was cut short as a face appeared on the ceiling.
ReplyDeleteAfter John’s first and only patient of the day went back to his room he sat alone in his office. He pulled the chess set from across the desk to him. Whenever John had nothing to do he practiced playing chess. It was the only thing John allowed himself to do that reminded him of his wife.
ReplyDeleteIn their spare time John and Linda always played chess together and her grandfathers’ glass set. They would play and play, and every time she’d always win. John was by no means bad at chess, but Linda was a champion. No matter how hard John tried, and no matter how long the game went on for, she’d always find a way to beat him, and he loved her for it.
As John sat, leaned back in his chair, stroking the glass queen chess piece with his thumb, someone knocked on the door and came in.
“How ya doin’ John?”
The house was small and squat, painted a pleasant shade of pale yellow. It was set on a shady lane, tall oak trees bending over to shade it from the high noon sun. It was welcoming, with pansies lining the walk to the door. Nothing about this house seemed strange. Nothing seemed ominous. The whole road was lined with houses just like this one. But the inside was something different entirely.
ReplyDeleteThe moment I crossed the threshold everything changed. It was dark and hot, no light seemed to be coming through the windows despite the bright sunshine outside. The air was still and smelled musty. It was suddenly that the fear hit me, it was terror even, and it settled in the pit of my stomach. It was unexplained, why should I be so afraid of a pretty little house? But I was. And a heaviness came over me. I could not move. I could not cry out. I felt like I was trapped. When I was left alone there I felt on the verge of tears.
Something was wrong there, something terrible had happened. I could feel it. But I had no answers, I had no explanation for why I felt this way. I have never in my life felt so afraid of something. Even of things that were tangible. Nothing has scared me as much as the feeling of being in that house.
The ghost watches from in the bathroom
ReplyDeleteI lie awake in my bed with him staring at me
The room is very dark and quiet
With a cane in hand and a hat on top he watches
He sees my every mood
I can’t go to sleep because I am to scared
Why is he there, what can he want
I want to scream
I finally enter my dream world until morning
I ask my mom about this hatted ghost
She says it sounds familiar to her
She says that the ghost could be my grandpa
He is there watching over me
He wants to know that I am safe
That’s why he is there
He is my guardian angel while I sleep
So no demons can harm me
He was sent down here from above
With his cane in hand and his hat on
He would never leave anywhere without it
Even this world
I’m so happy he could come back
I have missed him so much since he died
Now I can’t see him though
This took place many a year ago when I was young
He has been gone for years but I know that he has never truly left me
I love you Grandpa:)
The ghost has been in my house from the very beginning of the house. I’m not sure when the house was exactly built but I know my family was not the first. I was told that even written in the house review before my parents bought the house. The spirit was never a malicious or evil spirit but it has been known to be a pest. I noticed it after the first week of living in the new house, the sudden footsteps up and down the steps at night. The spirit will stay quite most of the day when people are home. As soon as people leave he starts up his old tricks again. It will take small unimportant things and hide them from you when you weren’t home. I believe that it gets lonely when no one is in the house. That all changed once the dogs became part of the family. The dogs seemed to be bothered by the presence in the house and they would sometimes get up and bark at what looked like the wall. The barking began to slowly stop and the presence I felt was showing up less and less. It seemed as if the spirit was afraid of the dogs.
ReplyDeleteKayla. She is a very beautiful dog. I have had her for many years and we have amazing times together. I remember the first time we’ve met each other it was like love at first sight. She was just a young puppy and I was 10. At that time we only saw because she was a family friend’s dog. We played and ran around like she was mine. Then a couple of months later we brought her home with us to stay. I got her for my eleventh birthday. She was the best birthday gift in the whole wide world. I remember she was so active and loved attention. We would sleep together play together and also eat together. Years have gone by and now mostly we just sleep together and she has gotten very lazy just like me. She is the best gift in the whole wide world. She is seven years old now which makes her 49 in dog years so she’s old. I don’t know what I would do without my dog. I still treat her like a puppy. She is my princess and I love her so much. The seven years with Kayla have been the best years ever.
ReplyDeletethis is 20x better then the one above yours. marry me
DeleteA cool breeze came over me as I dropped to the last step on the stair case, it wasn’t a draft, it wasn’t wind, it was something else. I looked at Tim after the chills shot down my spine, he looked at me with a puzzled face and asked “what’s wrong?” I couldn’t speak with the chills still deep in my spine until finally I felt a soothing warmth come over me. Whatever just touched me, it wasn’t of this world. I sat next to Tim as he popped the cap off of a chilled bottle of beer and handed it to me with the suds still slowly falling down the neck of the bottom, I drank as fast as I could, hoping that somehow the beer would take away what has just happened to me. I didn’t know what or who made me feel that way, all I knew was that I was scared. I sat next to Tim on our old, beat up, leather couch that we’ve had ever since we started being roommates and watched TV as he walked over to get us another beer. As he opened the door to the fridge, I looked at him as said “I need something stronger tonight”.
ReplyDeletei love you. AAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
DeleteLying in bed at night, I watched as shadows danced on the ceiling. Hugging my bear close, I quietly waited for sleep to take me. My eyes began to drift close when I heard a thump! I sat up in bed and listened closely. Thump, thump, thump! Something was coming up the stairs. My parents were already in bed, and my sister was too young to get out of the crib, so who was it? I closed my eyes and wished that the noises would stop. Suddenly, my wish came true. Amazed I listened for any sounds, but only heard my Dad snoring. I began to relax again when the floorboards in the hallway creaked from a mysterious weight being placed on them. The creaking grew louder, and my skin became cold with sweat. My door burst open with a rush of cold air that blew on my face. My wind chimes rang and left a ringing in my ears. When it quieted down, the music doll that I had next to me began to sing in a deep dying voice.
ReplyDelete“Ring around the rosy. Pocketful of posies. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down……” I shrieked and threw the demonic doll across the room. I watched in horror as it slowly stood up by itself. “You don’t play very nice,” it groaned. Shivering, I clutched my teddy in a death grip. Limping, the doll began to drag itself back over to me. Terror ran through my veins as I watched the other toys in my room get up and join her.
“No! S-stay away!” I cried out. “Mommy! Daddy!”
Unexpectedly, my bear turned to look at me. I whimpered as it whispered, “No one can hear you.”
The howling winds chilled my room, but were masked by the warm cocoon that was my bed. December nights do not have any light to them, just a bleak coldness that can only be falsely hidden by one’s activities. One night in particular, not five years ago was different though. An alien taciturnity made the air heavy and a slight mist was visible. The cracked windows made way for an entity of utter mystery that was signaled by only a sharp chill and smell of rain. The frightened boy sensed a mass of evil intent and slowly raised his blankets above his head, childishly ensuring safety to himself. The hairs on his neck jolted up and in an instant, his bed covers were being held over him. It seemed as if frost was immobilizing his hands; his screams were muffled by complete fear. When all hope was lost, he laid calm only to reveal a slow breathing and slight chuckle. Adrenaline then took over as he forced the covers off and squirmed off the bed. In the wake of the battle, a cloud-like body was taken by the wind, an omen to the future.
ReplyDeleteI felt a shiver up my arm
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Bloodshot and tired,
Heavy and sad,
Tortured
The way I was,
Fighting to open my mouth.
“Will you be okay?”
I took a deep breath
As she looked away.
I could smell the staleness in the air;
She hadn’t left
In weeks.
I took her hands,
Her skin was smooth
Yet rough,
Aged.
“Mom,”
I said,
And her eyes seemed to travel
Before they landed on me.
“Yes.”
A cold chill passed
Through my skin.
I opened my mouth
Again,
Only to taste the bitterness
Of deception.
This time I had to look
Away:
The bedroom’s dim light
Engulfed my entire body;
I felt shorter than the coffee table
Next to me,
Smaller than the keys hanging
On the wall.
My knees became weak,
And I fell to the wooden floor
As the world came upon me.
Mercy;
I needed a miracle,
One that would reassure me
That she wasn’t lying,
But truth was glaring me in the eyes:
Bloodshot and tired,
Heavy and sad eyes.
I heard her weep,
Muffled, repressed cries;
I now became so frail,
Faint,
And I couldn’t help
But weep
As well.
It begins with a tickle. Gentle hairs hastily brushed past my leg, the graze is so soft and silent, though a part of my brain recognizes the familiar contact, but I am too preoccupied with my work to have it register in my thoughts. It’s not until I hear a tiny squeak, a barely faint call for attention that causes me to finally look up. It isn’t a noise I had never heard before, but its meaning was something I couldn’t satisfy at this moment. I turn back to my work; hoping I will be done soon. But that idea doesn’t sit too well. The impatience becomes clear when my leg mets her nails that are in desperate need of a trim. She mildly scratches at my skin, turning it from white to red. I pull my leg out of her reach, spin myself around in my chair till she’s in my view point. She’s frozen for a moment, unsure what I’m going to do, and our eyes met. Hers are wide and clear, demanding to play. I hesitate a moment before giving in. I sink to the floor and leaps in the air, celebrating her victory and delight. I grab her close, and inhale the musky sent that surrounds her. Will she ever let me work? Nope, not on this ferret’s agenda.
ReplyDeleteThe hallway was dark. Only the light from the keyhole guided me. The room at the end of the hallway held secrets that people were too scared to ask about. The sound of small children giggling haunted the hallways of the abandoned Northside Elementary. The sound of a ball bouncing echoes down the hall. But when you turn around there is no one there. As you reach the door at the end of the hall, the giggles stop. As if you were a teacher, returning to your classroom. You grip the icy metal doorknob and twist it, filling the entire hallway with the light from the classroom. The room is empty. A cool breeze from the broken window sends goose bumps down your body. The musty smell of the rotting books and decaying desks strikes you. You still hear the bouncing balls behind you. You whip your head around and step into the hallway. The door shuts behind you. Frightened you convince yourself that it was just the wind but in the back of your mind, you think of the possible presence of the children that had died in the shooting that occurred in this school back in the 1920s. The giggles continue and you hear a loud bang coming from down the hall. You can taste a storm coming fast. Scared straight and with a storm quickly approaching, you head to the front entrance, leaving behind the forgotten souls that will remain in the Northside Elementary School for eternity.
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