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The Haunted Mirror ~~~ A True Story, Part 2

Hello people! Here is part 2 of my true story about a haunted mirror. Part one I did yesterday and you can find it here, if you haven’t read it yet.

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I don’t know what woke me later that night. Might have been the dog whining at the door. I laid in bed for a few seconds as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. I heard my dog pacing outside the open doorway. My heart was pounding, I could hear the thump, thump, thump of it in my chest. I turned my head towards the mirror and watched fascinated as the red spots moved quickly inside of it. I wanted to shake my ex awake, but just like the night before I couldn’t seem to move anything but my head. The red spots within the mirror were moving like a swirling whirlpool, coming together to form an image. It was the same image I saw last night, but in the doorway. The image of the man holding an ax!

I wanted to scream! My mouth opened, but no sound came out, just big gasps of air as I tried to form a scream, a yell, anything! I tried to convince myself I was just dreaming, but I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I was wide awake. I could feel a cold draft of air, I could hear my dog whining in the hallway, I felt the sheets under my body, a slight wrinkle in the sheets making itself felt in the middle of my back. I knew I was awake and I knew it was all real.

Suddenly the swirling red dots stopped and then disappeared. That scared me even more. I turned my head swiftly to face the dark doorway and there stood the shadow again, just like last night!

I couldn’t hear my dogs anymore, I couldn’t seem to hear anything but the hard beating of my own heart. I was gasping for breath, sure I was going to die that night. The shadowed man slowly entered the room and started to move around the bed to where I was laying. I was never so terrified as I was right then! I had been in some scary situations before, but nothing like I was experiencing this night. I kept trying to scream, but the most I managed was a moan. My head was thrashing from side to side as the shadow relentlessly moved toward me. Suddenly I saw an arm move upward and at the end the shape of the ax was well-defined. I was moaning more and more, trying to scream. The arm raised higher and higher. I moaned louder, trying like hell to scream. Shaking my head back and forth like a mad woman.

Maybe I was going mad! Maybe, I was losing my sanity. I felt sure I was going to die!

The moaning and thrashing finally woke the ex, just as I thought the shadow ax was going to fall. The ex grabbed me and shook me hard. He yelled my name and the shadow man with his deadly ax disappeared. I started crying, great sobs left my throat when not 10 seconds ago I could hardly make a sound. My poor dog was barking like crazy and seeing me in such distress, he conquered his fear of the room and I felt him jump into bed with me. The other 3 dogs soon joined him. Needless to say it was bedlam for a few minutes with my ex yelling at me, asking me what was going on, the dogs barking, all 4 trying to crawl on top of me and with me sobbing like a lunatic.

I finally calmed down enough to try to explain to the ex what happened. I glanced fearfully at the mirror and saw…. nothing. No red dots, no shadows, nothing. I don’t know if I was relieved, or scared about that. The ex thought it was just a nightmare. He had turned on the lights once I started to calm down. He moved the mirror and looked behind it and of course saw nothing but the wall and maybe some dust.

He had dealings with Abe, my personal ghost before, so he wasn’t completely skeptical. He knew I ‘saw’ things he couldn’t always explain. So, as much as he wanted to tell me I was an idiot, he didn’t push it. He just told the dogs to shut up, me to go back to sleep, shut the lights off and lay back down under the covers. The dogs, bless them stayed with me that night. The only one that slept any more that night was the ex.

The next morning as I was having my coffee, I sat at the kitchen table and went back over the night’s happenings. I tried like hell to convince myself that it had all been a nightmare, but I knew deep down that it was real, that it happened and I wasn’t crazy like my ex would like me to believe I was.

I went on with my day, trying to put the night’s terrifying experience behind me. The dogs stuck with me all day. I avoided the bedroom and did things in other parts of the house. As it got later in the day, my fears mounted. I knew I couldn’t say anything to the ex, as he would just laugh at me. So I kept quiet. The dogs sensed how I felt though, as animals will. Finally, I couldn’t avoid it any longer, it was bed time once again. With my heart in my throat, I waited till I couldn’t anymore and went to bed. The ex was all ready sound asleep. The dogs stayed in the hallway.

I held a flashlight in my damp palm and slowly walked to my side of the bed. I looked at the mirror and once again saw the red dots. They weren’t moving, but they were there. I turned the flashlight on them and they disappeared! I quickly shone the light around the room, careful not to wake the ex. Nothing. I saw nothing, no shadows, no red dots, no ax. Breathing a bit easier I got under the covers and tried to think of pleasant things. The dogs were quiet, the ex was snoring, I felt a tiny bit better. I drifted off to sleep with the flashlight gripped in my hand.

I woke when I heard something hit the floor. I’ve always been a restless sleeper and while moving about the flashlight fell off the bed.  My eyes popped open and my breathing almost stopped when my eyes fell on the mirror and saw the red dots swirling as they did the night before. Oh God, not again! Please not again!

The dots disappeared suddenly and I rolled over to look at the doorway. There it was, the shadow man and his ax! Coming ever closer to me, with me not being able to scream. It was almost the same exact thing happening as the night before. Down to me waking the ex with my moaning and thrashing about. The dogs jumping on the bed once the shadow was gone, the ex pissed because I woke him up again in the middle of the night.

It took two more nights of absolute terror to finally convince the ex to take the mirror down and out of the house. It was too big for me to move by  myself or I would have done it long before that. There was a small shed on the property, I had the ex move the mirror to it and put a lock on the door. We couldn’t destroy the mirror for two reasons. One it wasn’t ours to destroy. Two, I wasn’t sure if breaking the mirror would release the spirit or destroy it, so I went with caution and just had it locked up away from me and the dogs. The ex wasn’t pleased, but I didn’t care, I just wanted it gone.

After the mirror was out of the house, I sat in my bed and meditated, felt the evil leave the room. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what happened. I never had another nightmare in that room. We stayed there for about six months, then moved to another house in a different small town close by. I don’t know what happened to the mirror after that. If whoever eventually bought the house found the mirror and kept it or got rid of it. I never heard. I was just glad to never have encountered it again, nor anything like it since. I tell  you one thing though, I never forgot and the memories are as fresh as if they happened yesterday. I truly believe that mirror was haunted.

 

What do YOU think? Do you think it was haunted? Have you experienced anything like this? Let me know!

 

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The Haunted Mirror ~~~ A True Story

Hello People! I hope today finds you starting a weekend full of fun!

Something happened to me years ago when I was still married to the ex. Now, most who visit and read my blog know that I do believe in ghosts, spirits and things that go bump in the night. I have told you about Abe, the ghost that has lived with me since I was about 4 and who has stayed with me through countless moves, including several across the country and  with my move to Canada.

I’ve had a lot of strange things happen around me all my life. I’ve seen my fair share of strange things.  The story that I am about to tell you is probably one of the creepiest, scariest things that I’ve experienced. Now, I’ve been almost killed 2 or 3 times in my life. I’ve had a ghost that loves to follow me around. I’ve lived through my abusive ex. The true story that I’m going to share with you is something that scared me more than any of that other stuff combined.

 

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My ex decided we should move from Texas, where he was from and where we were living at the time, to Wisconsin where I was from. I had family in upper Wisconsin. Looking back, my ex  probably found  living in Texas a bit uncomfortable after having schemed and conned his way through most of Texas. Me, being the naïve woman I was back then, took him at his word that he just wanted to move so I could be closer to family and our rocky marriage could have a fresh start.

Anyway, my ex and his schemes are for another day. I called my sister and told her of our plans and asked her if she could find us a small place to rent so we could have somewhere to live once we got up there. She was all for it and said she would ask around.  She was sure she could find us something.

True to her word, she called me back a few days later and said she found a place, the rent was cheap and well within our budget, so I told her to tell the people we would take it and that we should be up there at the first of the month, which was only a few weeks away. I packed up our belongings in record time, the ex managed to get hold of a U-Haul and off we went cross-country for a new beginning.

We moved in the beginning of winter. Winter in Texas is usually pretty mild, winter in upper Wisconsin is a whole new experience, if you’ve never lived through one. We managed to get there in one piece, just a day late of our schedule due to the U-Haul breaking down in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night our second day out. The ex managed to get it going again though, and we traveled on. We made it the third day out,  traveling almost none stop. We met my sister at her place and she was going to have us follow her, first to the realtor who was renting the house, to pick up the key, then to the house we were going to call home.

We drove up to the house which was on a quiet country road. It looked nice, not too big and it had a basement that was heated so the ex could work down there. I was pleasantly surprised. We started to unpack the truck right away, as it was cold and it had started to snow. The dogs (we had 4 dogs then) were put in the basement while we unloaded and set the house up. The house we were told was hand-built by the former owners, it only had one bedroom, a living room, kitchen and one bath. It was plenty big enough for us. I thought it looked cute, but I remember from the very beginning I had these feelings of foreboding. I put it down as just being very tired.

We got the truck unloaded and I let the dogs come out of the basement and see their new home. They went sniffing around as animals will do, but I noticed they wouldn’t enter the bedroom. They would just stop in the doorway, look inside with their tails down and then back out and never go in. I was too tired and too busy to give it much more notice than that at the time.

By nightfall I was more than ready for a hot shower and bed. One of the smaller dogs always slept in the same room as I did. He was my little shadow, they all were, but he was my baby. I finished my shower said good night to the ex who was watching TV and headed for the bedroom.

I crawled into bed and waited for my dog to jump into bed with me. He didn’t. So I sat up and he was lying in the doorway. I called to him, he stood up and whined at me, but wouldn’t set foot into the bedroom. I was too tired to try to convince him so I just laid back down and drifted off to sleep. I remember briefly waking up when the ex crawled into bed.  I was having weird dreams that night. Nothing new for me as I was always having weird dreams, but these dreams turned into scary dreams rather quickly. I dreamed that I was lying in bed, in that same room and was looking toward the dark doorway. I saw someone standing there. I turned my head toward the other side of the bed and saw the ex laying there sleeping. My heart was thumping hard, I was scared, but I couldn’t seem to move.  The shadow moved into the bedroom, to my side of the bed. I couldn’t see a face or clothing or anything really, it was just a dark shadow moving toward me as if in slow motion.

I vaguely recall a couple of the dogs growling from the hallway, but my eyes were on the shadow as if something compelled me to watch. I wanted to yell, but couldn’t get my voice to work. As the deep shadow reached my side of the bed, I saw it raise its arm and I saw the distinct outline of an ax. I was terrified, but couldn’t scream! I don’t know what happened after that, as the next thing I know I feel the ex getting out of bed and turn and see the clock on the dresser saying 7am. I still felt residual fear, but finally shrugged it off as me just having a nightmare.

I got out of bed, feeling tired and a bit shaky, but again thinking I had just had a nightmare. Though that morning I did try again to coax the dogs into the bedroom and not a one would step foot in it. Later that day one of the dogs stood in the hallway and barked at the open bedroom door. I told it to hush and looked inside and didn’t see anything that he would be barking at. The room wasn’t big, it just had enough room for our bed, dresser and a nightstand. On the wall on my side of the bed was a big old mirror that came with the house. It was kind of ornate, looked old and helped make the room look bigger so I left it there.

About that time the phone rang and I went to answer it. It was my sister and during our conversation it was brought up that the previous owners of the house had both died in the bedroom. The son had it up for sale, but since house sales were really slow at that time of the year, he had been more than willing to rent it out for a time. His parents had built it themselves out of a lot of found materials. The father had worked for the town for many years and if you went down into the basement and looked up you could see the discarded road signs that made up the subflooring. Strange, but I thought kind of interesting. The man apparently  died of old age in the bedroom while being cared for by the wife. The wife later died   a few years after the husband passed, but there were rumors she didn’t die of natural causes. I just laughed it off as I knew that small towns always were full of such rumors. The son lived in the big city and didn’t want the place, even as a summer home so it was up for sale.

I finished my conversation with my sister and put more things away in the house. In the back of my mind was a niggling thought about the nightmare I had. I wondered if the house was haunted. Why wouldn’t the dogs go in the bedroom? I knew the man in the bedroom wasn’t Abe, as the shadow didn’t look like Abe. Also, the shadow with the ax felt ominous, dark and scary. That wasn’t Abe at all!

The night came and I got ready for bed. I was a bit anxious and hoped I didn’t have another nightmare. When I went into the bedroom, my dog again refused to follow me in and just lay in the doorway and watched me. I was more aware of my surroundings this night and noticed something really weird about the big mirror on the wall. There were red dots in it! I at first thought I was seeing a reflection of something, so I turned on the light and looked around. There was nothing that would cast red dots in the mirror. I looked at the mirror with the lights on and didn’t see any red dots, so I turned the light off and looked again. Sure enough, red dots! And they were moving! I yelled for the ex to come see and he came into the bedroom and saw them too. He just laughed at me and told me I was silly. That they were obviously a reflection of something and it was late and he was tired and just wanted to sleep.

So I crawled into bed, tired, anxious and just a bit scared. Something didn’t feel right to me, but the ex wasn’t listening. So I closed my eyes and tried to close my mind off too. What happened that night scared the crap out of me and convinced me that the mirror was haunted.

 

Sorry folks, you’ll have to come back tomorrow to read what happened next! It was getting way too long to be done in one post. Believe me the scary part is just beginning!

Have any of you been scared by something you couldn’t really explain? Do you believe that objects can be haunted? Let me know!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Light Flashes ~~~ A Poem

 

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Light Flashes

 

Light flashes in the dark, tiny sprites of hope

My dark thoughts pause, gloom is getting brighter

Fading beneath the small glimmers of sunshine

Reaching hands of friendship taking hold of me

Light flashes in the dark, lightening bugs of dreams

Wisps of smoky dullness being blown away with warmth

Off in the distance I see the darkness slide against the sides

Heart is easier, mind clearer, sleep is a friend of mine

Light flashes in the dark, air bright again after the rain

Fear no longer lives here, terror has lost it’s reign

A few kind words were needed, given, taken and returned

Virtual is still reality, in this world of mine

Light flashes in the dark, sparks flying bigger each day

Pain lessens, memories made of caring friends, smiles from the heart

Shadows grow smaller, not completely gone,

Light flashes in the dark, stepping stones to the sun

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Picture Writing Prompt ~~ On The Run ~ Part 3

Good morning/afternoon/night everyone! Hope you are ready for another installment of my ongoing Picture Writing Prompt story, On The Run. Today is part 3.

The pictures that were voted on can be found here.  The first installment of the story featuring these pictures can be found here (part 1). The second installment can be found here (part 2).

This is the picture for the third installment and the continuing story follows. Hope you enjoy!

On The Run

 

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Amber, sandwiched between Edith and Myrtle continued down the sidewalk toward home.  She was pretty confident that they had lost Donnie at the park.

The young woman, in the wet dress and bare feet listened to the older ladies with half an ear. Biting her lower lip she worried about what she would do once she got home. Should she call the police? To say what? She didn’t hear anything that was illegal. Amber thought it was illegal whatever Donnie and Alesky was up to, but she had no proof. She didn’t even have proof that Donnie was after her!

As for the ‘merchandise’ that Alesky was waiting for, well, that could be anything! Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth her mind was awhirl wondering what she should do.

“Amber? Amber honey! Did you hear what……”

“Edith asked you dear? Can we…..”

“Help in any way? We would love to if you let us! We might be old, but…..”

“We still have minds, my dear!”

“Thank you ladies, but I’m not sure what I’m involved with myself. If it’s dangerous, which I’m thinking it might be, it would be better if you weren’t a part of it.” Amber stated firmly.

She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to these sweet old ladies. They were a bit peculiar with the way they finished each others sentences, but they were nice ladies.  Anyways, Amber wasn’t sure if she was in trouble! Now that the rain had stopped and she was out of that dark alley, she wondered if she just had an over active imagination. Though she couldn’t discount that it was Donnie there in the park.

Amber shivered in her wet dress now that the sun was starting to set. Her feet felt sore and she was sure she was going to have blisters later. All that wasn’t her imagination.

Finally, they came to the apartment building that Edith and Amber lived in. It was glowing with a soft red light as the setting sun shone on its facade. It was an older building but well-kept and had a small tidy front yard. There were only six apartments inside. Three on each floor, the manager, a Mr. Kendell lived in the bottom right corner apartment. He was a good manager and kept the building in tiptop shape.

Edith lived in the bottom left corner, with Amber above her. The other apartments were occupied by an older man downstairs next to Edith. No one ever saw much of him as he was a loner and kept to himself. Amber did know he liked classical music as she had heard the beautiful sounds coming from his apartment on numerous occasions.

The other two apartments upstairs were occupied by a young newly married couple next to Amber, and tucked in the corner above Mr. Kendell was another elderly lady who favored the color purple and feathered boas. Amber had run into her a few times as she collected her mail downstairs. The woman’s name was Star LaMont and she was a retired actress. That’s what she told everyone and she certainly dressed the part thought Amber. Ms LaMont was a very talkative and highly strung individual but harmless.

As the three women walked up the stairs to the door of the apartment building, Amber thought about her neighbors and hoped she didn’t bring trouble to their lives in the form of two dangerously intimidating men.

Amber left the two friends and knocked on Mr. Kendell’s door. As she made excuses why she didn’t have her key and asked Mr. Kendell for the extra key she knew he had for her apartment,  she vaguely heard the older ladies whispering to each other in the hallway.

By now Amber was shivering and her feet were too sore to pay much attention to the friends. She grabbed the keys that Mr. Kendell held out to her and thanked him, assuring him that as soon as she found her own keys she would return them to him.

Amber hurried up the stairs to unlock her apartment. As she turned the key and opened the door she heard the older ladies right behind her. Turning in the doorway she tried to smile and assure the ladies she would be fine now and they needn’t worry over her. She just wanted to take her wet clothes off and have a hot shower and decide what she should do next, if anything.

“Amber why don’t we just come in and make a nice hot cup of tea while you get cleaned up? Myrtle and I would love to…..”

“Help you! You can tell us from the beginning what is going on and we can put our heads together to……”

“Come up with a plan.”

Amber looked at those two earnest and eager faces with their smiles and bright eyes and didn’t have the heart to turn them down. And she wasn’t sure she couldn’t use their wisdom right now.

Opening the door wide, Amber waved them in.

“Come on in ladies and make yourself at home. I’m going to take a nice hot shower and then we’ll talk. I wouldn’t mind the help to be honest.”

“Splendid my dear! Myrtle and I used to be quite the detectives in our youth, isn’t that right Myrtle? Why we helped many a……”

“Friend and neighbor with problems! Remember in that old shanty town where we grew up Edith? Remember the time dear old Mrs. Collins was looking for…..”

“Who kept stealing her eggs from the hen-house! I remember now Myrtle. She thought it was old man Wilson from across the road! He was a…….”

“Mean old man! He was always yelling at us kids when we would play kick ball in the road. Told us……”

“All we were doing was kicking up dust! And didn’t we have chores to do or something? Remember that day when….”

“It rained all day and night and into the next day? Why that old road was just about flooded! Old man Wilson chased us with his cane when we wanted to run in the puddles!”

Amber listened to the memories of her new friends as she got out her old tea kettle and pulled down her tea from the shelf. Her feet were killing her and she was sure now she had a blister on the bottom of her right foot.

“Here are the tea fixings ladies. Help yourself. I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and take my shower. Then I’ll tell you what is going on. I promise.”

As she set the tea-things on the counter she glanced out her window. She felt frozen in place as she spotted Alesky across the street! She could never forget that tall, large form of the man! He found her! But how? It was Donnie that chased her, how could Alesky be here then? She was positive it was him as he stared right at her. It was him!

Amber’s heart pounded as she watched the large man across the street. It was getting dark but there was no doubt in her mind who it was standing so casually under the tree. Finally at what seemed like hours, but in reality was only seconds, Alesky bowed to her. She sensed his smile more than saw it, as he bowed from the waist in acknowledgement of her.

Her arms went around her and hugged her waist as she shivered. Whether with fear, cold or something else, she wasn’t sure. Amber watched Alesky bow, then turn and walk away. As he walked, the sun made its final way below the horizon and darkness fell.

He knew where she was! Now what?

 

 

( Well it looks like our heroine as found some allies! It also looks like Alesky has found her. But how? And now what will he do? Stay tuned folks as the story continues next Tuesday! So what do YOU think will happen?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreshadow

This is done for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreshadow

 

As I stepped outside with my dog Sam, I felt the wind pick up with a bit of moisture in it.

Sam was hesitant to go out at first. I know animals feel the change in the atmosphere before we humans do.

I glanced up at the sky and saw this cloud over the house. For a small moment I was mesmerized by the vastness, color and beauty of the threatening clouds.

Then I sprinted inside to grab my camera. I just had to try to get a shot of this cloud! The beauty of it took my breath away!

(c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013

As I clicked away I heard the rumble of thunder creeping ever closer. This cloud was the foreshadow of a wild storm that brought everything with it. Within 15 minutes we got rain, wind, thunder, lightning and hail.

The hail came down so hard that I couldn’t see across the street. The temperature dropped a good 20 degrees within seconds. It dropped so fast my windows in the house steamed up.

The cats hid and Sam stuck to my side. Who would have guessed that this beautiful piece of nature could be the start of one of the worse storms I have seen here in Canada in many years.

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ May 31

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Hello everyone. Here it is, another Friday, another Friday Fictioneers. This is where a bunch of great writers get together and write a story based on one picture. It is hosted by the great Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, please click on her name to read the few rules we have, or scroll down and click on the little blue guy to read other interpretations of the photo. It never ceases to surprise me at the many different stories that come out of this event. They will make you laugh, smile, frown, scratch your head, feel emotions, and say ‘damn!’

We have some truly talented people, so come join the fun!

This weeks picture:

Copyright – Janet Webb
Copyright – Janet Webb

 

Genre/General Fiction (99 words)

 

He stood across the street,  5th day in a row. Today it’s pink chiffon, yesterday it was blue satin, day before emerald-green lace.

With hope in  heart, he waited to catch a glimpse of the woman who wore such beautiful concoctions of cloth.

His mind played scenarios of love with the shadowy figure of the woman draped in such beauty.

Heart thumped hard when he spied the window opening. Long bare leg gracefully stepped through, then the other.

He held his breath, as slender body turned, graceful hand reached towards the dress.

Surprise made his eyes wide, his mystery love needed a shave.

 

 

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The Haunting of Home

I’ve told all of you about my ghost friend Abe. I know many of you probably don’t believe in ghosts, hauntings, things that go bump in the night. I do, because I’ve seen and heard things that are not explained otherwise. I’ve seen way too many ghosts for anyone to tell me they don’t exist. Just because a person hasn’t seen a ghost, doesn’t win the argument that they are not real. I believe there are many things we do not see, but they still exist.

My childhood home
My childhood home

This ghost that I’m going to tell you about was seen and felt in my childhood home along with Abe. It just wasn’t as nice as Abe. In fact, this ghost gave off a distinct aura of menace. It was quite scary, especially for a kid. As I stated in my story about Abe, there were 8 children that lived in that house. The oldest being about 16, the youngest just a baby of about a year old. I was somewhere towards the younger side. We lived in that house for many years.

All of us kids had seen or ‘felt’ the ghosts in the house. The adults did too, but I didn’t learn that until I was much older and we had moved out of the house. Even my dad had to admit there was something in the house besides us. Which was major as my dad didn’t believe in much.

I can only tell this story from my viewpoint. I do know that all of us kids felt or saw this mean ghost. We used to whisper about it on the front porch. It seemed safer to us to whisper then to speak out loud about it. Remembering how I always felt when this ghost was near, maybe that whispering was a good idea.

The first time I ‘felt’ this ghost was shortly after we moved in. I was quite young then, about 5 or 6 I believe. From day one I hated the basement. As you went through the back door there was a small set of stairs leading down to an old wood door that was closed with an eye and hook. The basement went the whole length and width of the house above. There were windows, but they were small and dingy and let in little light, they were set high on each of the four walls. One small window in each wall.  The lights were bare bulbs hanging from cords spaced far apart with a dirty string hanging from each. As you opened the door you had to feel around for that dirty string to pull. That was the first scare. In my young mind I always imagined something grabbing my hand as I searched for that string.

this is similar to what our basement looked like, just darkerjdegeanimation.blogspot.com
this is similar to what our basement looked like, just darker
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In the middle of the basement were the two furnaces (one for our living space and the other for upstairs). The furnaces split the large basement in half. On the right side was ‘our’ half, the left side belonged to the upstairs. So to get to our side where the laundry was done and where we stored extra canned goods, we had to find that first string for the light, then we had to walk about 8 feet to the next string hanging down to light up the next section of basement. For a small child this was so scary! That short walk to that other light seemed to last forever.

When I would go down to the basement, as soon as I opened that door I would be met with those feelings of being watched. I would turn on the light and run to the next light to turn that one on. The back of the basement would still be dark, with darker spots within. There wasn’t much back there, we stored most of our extra stuff in the attic because it was drier. The basement always was damp and smelled like old dirt, even though the walls were brick and the floor was cement. The smell of rank damp dirt was a constant. It smelled like a grave.

pretty close to what the basement stairs looked likecrossinthewilderness.blogspot.com
pretty close to what the basement stairs looked like
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One day my mom sent me downstairs rather late in the afternoon. It was turning dark outside and so the basement was even blacker than usual. I was so scared! Even before I opened that door my heart was racing and I wanted to cry. With a lump in my throat I reached inside and felt for that string to turn the light on. That one bulb hardly made a difference in the inky blackness. I couldn’t make myself run for the other light. Fright had me frozen for a bit. Taking slow steps with my eyes on the darkness, I was hoping to see Abe, for at least he was friendly. This darkness made me feel terrified. There was something there I could feel, a pressure in the air bearing down on me.

I might have been a young child, but I knew that what ever was in that darkness was not good. I reached for that dirty white string, just as I started to pull it, my eyes spotted something move in the back of the basement! I knew it wasn’t Abe because I saw nothing of his tell-tale top hat. Also, with that movement I felt an icy cold breeze that to this day brings goose bumps to my arms. Abe never gave off that icy coldness. This thing, whatever it was brought terror to a young girls soul.

I remember feeling a scream working itself out of my dry throat. It wouldn’t come though. I watched that cold black shadow move from the corner of the basement toward the left side. When I could no longer see it, I became unfrozen and ran to the shelf where I grabbed a can of peas off the shelf (that’s what I was sent to fetch). I quickly turned the light off and ran for the door! Just as I reached the safety of that small doorway I felt that icy breeze once more on the back of my neck. I pulled the last string light off, closed the door and locked it almost all at the same time!

I ran up the steps and flew to the kitchen door! I don’t ever remember being so scared. Not then, not ever since. Though there have been a few times in my life that was a close second, but that day in my childhood still stays with me  like it was yesterday.

That is not my last encounter with that cold dark being. What happens next will have to wait for another post. But soon my pretty’s, soon I will tell you the tale of the dark being and how he terrorized my family. The story is not done yet………

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My Life With Abe ~ A True Ghost Story

I first saw Abe when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I remember he startled me a bit, but didn’t scare me. Even at that young an age it took a lot to truly scare me. Real people scared me more then the shadows I saw.

My family lived in an old house at the time, built around the turn of the last century. It was two stories, with an attic and a basement. I was going to describe it, but I actually found the house on Google Maps! How awesome is that. I wasn’t sure if it was even still standing. Now you can see the house I grew up in, the one that I first met Abe the ghost, and a few others.

 

My childhood home
My childhood home

 

The house actually has two living spaces, upstairs and downstairs. The small sidewalk that goes off to the side heads to the back door. As you opened the back door you could either go down a small flight of stairs to the basement, or up to the kitchen door. Past the kitchen door is another flight of stairs that took you upstairs to the other apartment. Beyond that was a steep set of wood stairs the led to the attic. On this picture you can just make out the attic window through the tree limbs.

When we lived in the house there was no fence around the front, and the two big trees on the side were not there. The bush in the front was, all though it was trimmed down back then. Otherwise it is pretty much as it was then. It looks pretty good for being over 100 years old. I know it’s that old because my sister and I were playing in the attic one day and we found some loose floor boards. We pulled them up and found the floor had been insulated with newspapers (which I understand was quite common back then). The papers were dated 1898.

Anyway, with the sun shining it doesn’t look like a scary house does it? But, it is one of the most haunted houses I have ever lived in and I’ve lived in a few. This is where I first saw Abe. All of us kids were terrified of the basement. It was a scary place. At the time we lived downstairs and another couple lived upstairs and they had four kids, so with us that made eight kids living in that house. Every single one of us were terrified of the basement. We all saw things down there that were hard to explain.

That’s where I first saw the ghost I named Abe. All the kids saw Abe at one time or another and we all described him the same.  All we ever saw was a shadow, tall and lean, with the distinct outline of a stovepipe hat. So, being kids the only person we knew who wore a hat like that was Abe Lincoln, thus Abe was named.

top-hat-man
this is very similar to what I see

 

There were other “things” in the house too. But for today I will stick with Abe. To me he wasn’t really scary. One time when I was in the basement alone, I think I was sent downstairs to get some canned food for my mom, I started talking to Abe. It made things a little less scary for me. I just kept a running dialog going till I could get the hell out of there!

I remember asking him why he stayed down in the basement. Also why he was there in the first place. I asked him if he had died in the house and that’s why he was there. It was question after question the way kids do. I saw his shadow off in the corner of the basement. Nothing distinct. Just a darker spot then the surrounding darkness. The basement was lighted only by bare light bulbs  It seemed no matter how high a wattage my dad put down there the basement was always full of darkness and shadows.

Abe wasn’t the only ‘shadow ghost’ down in the basement. There was another one. That one WAS scary. Even the grown ups got scared by him. Only way I know that is I overheard a conversation between my mom and the lady upstairs about it. They would never admit it in front of us kids though. That was the one I was really scared of. But it seemed with Abe there the other one wasn’t. So believe me when I saw Abe in that basement I wasn’t nearly as scared as when I saw the other thing.

It seems, if my memory is right, after I had that one-sided conversation with Abe that he showed up in the main living quarters for the first time. It was like me having asked him why he stayed in the basement was an invitation for him to move upward. He spooked my sister one night. I mean, woke up screaming spooked her! She said she saw him in our bedroom. I didn’t see him that night, but it wasn’t long afterward that I did see him.

I was a fairly light sleeper all my life. Mostly because of other crap that went on. But, one night I woke up because I kept getting the feeling someone was staring at me. You know that feeling. The one where you feel a bit uneasy, then the back of your neck hairs stand on end? Yeah, I got that feeling. I remember it like it was last night. I opened my eyes and saw Abe standing at the foot of my bed!

Now the way our bedroom was set up, my twin bed faced toward the door. My sister’s bed was on the opposite wall and faced the window. She was sound asleep because I heard her little snores. I stared at the foot of my bed and the shadow that was Abe. I wasn’t scared. Maybe a bit startled, but not scared. I just wondered what he wanted. He never gave off a threatening aura to me, all though some of the other kids said otherwise. Then I remembered Abe just disappeared. One minute he was there, I blinked, and then he was gone. I went back to sleep.

After that it was nothing to see Abe in my room late at night. As I grew older I didn’t see him as much. Too busy with life I think. Then we moved. A new house in a newer neighborhood. By then my sister had married and moved out, my older brother too. My younger brother had moved to Texas with a friend. So during my last two years of high school I was the only one left.

I didn’t give Abe much thought then. Till I saw him in the new house! My parents had gone out and I was there on one of the rare occasions alone. I was reading, nothing new there, but then I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I had a dog, but I knew it wasn’t him because he was sound asleep next to me. I shrugged it off. A few minutes later another movement! This time I knew I wasn’t seeing things because my dog woke up and looked in the same direction.

The dog kept looking and so did I. Suddenly the corner where I was watching grew darker. Then I saw the distinct outline of Abe! To prove Abe was friendly, my dog was wagging his tail! It had been a while since I had seen Abe and was a little surprised he was there. I had always thought that ghosts stayed in one spot. Either Abe wasn’t a normal ghost (if there was even a such a thing) or he was different from a ghost. After that I saw him quite often, but never gave it much thought. He was just a part of my life by then.

I graduated, got a job, and my own place with my best friend. Yes, Abe showed up there too, once or twice. My best friend got sick and I moved back with my parents. They lived in an apartment by then. I don’t remember seeing Abe there. It’s not surprising I guess considering all the hell I was going through with my sick friend. Then my parents moved into another house. My room was up in the attic which had been converted to one big room. I saw Abe a couple of times. Just brief glimpses. I don’t think I even thought anything of it by then.

Then I moved away from home. To another state. Across country. I got married.  My husband never believed about things that went bump in the night. I told him about my encounters with Abe and others before I had met him. He scoffed and said those things didn’t exist. He was one of those big rough and tough Texans. You know the type.  Macho. Nothing scared him kinda  guys.

It took Abe a couple of years that time to catch up to me, but he did. I was home alone again. With my dogs. (see a pattern here?) My husband was out with his girlfriend at the time (of course I didn’t know that then) and I was feeling lonely. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the dogs laying at my feet when all of a sudden one of their balls comes slowly rolling down past us. Kid you not! Now I looked around and counted my animals. Yup, all four of them were there! So, who or what rolled the ball???

I got up and went down the hallway that was off to my left. That’s where the bathroom and bedrooms were. No one was there. I turned on all the lights and didn’t see why the ball would roll on its own, on carpet. Over a throw rug. So I shrugged and went back and sat down. My oldest dog took the ball and went off down the same hallway. I called her back and she came back without the ball. I started petting her when that damn ball came rolling down past us again!

My german shepherd was more inline with the hall way and was looking down the hall wagging her tail. Now I had just checked that no one was down there. So again, what made that ball come rolling down? So I took that ball and instead of putting it in the hallway, I put it in a bedroom. I left the door open, but I wanted to see what would happen. I went and sat back down with the dogs. A few minutes later there it came rolling past us again! Honest to goodness truth folks!

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So for the hell of it I called out “Abe!” My dogs looked at me like I was nuts. Shortly after I saw Abe out of the corner of my eye in the living room. I actually felt kind of like I was welcoming an old friend by then. All though I had never known him to play with my dogs before. That was something new.

After that night I saw Abe quite a bit. I joked with him that it took him long enough to find me. Maybe I was all ready a bit nuts by then. So I tell my big bad Texan husband about Abe. He laughs at me. Calls me an idiot and shakes his head. Our marriage had been going down hill fast by that time. I was going into a depression, knew it and didn’t care. I talked to Abe all the time. Well I talked to my dogs too. None of them judged me.

Abe must have decided he didn’t like my husband. He started to play pranks on him. Now Abe had quite a sense of humor. He used to hide my books on me. He never did anything mean. Just hid things now and then. I always found them again. But, like I said he must have disliked the ex. At the end of things he made a believer out of a rough redneck Texan. He would do things like hide one boot. Hide his keys. One time he knocked my ex’s snuff can in his lap. Not the can of new snuff….oh no….the stuff he spit into a coke can. Oh yeah that was epic! Nasty damn habit that it was.

Abe would take my ex’s belt, wallet, keys or anything else and hide them. Now the belt off his pants at night was funny. I mean that Abe has style!

The best thing, the one thing that made a true believer out of my ex, was the one time Abe showed up behind my ex in the bathroom mirror. My rough, redneck, tough cowboy type screamed like a girl! Abe never did that to me even. Cause I mean, that would be scary shit right?

After that episode my soon to be ex begged me to ask Abe to leave him alone! Begged me! Ahhhhh. I know, small of me, but I cherished that begging.

Abe did leave him alone as far as I know. It was shortly after that I went into my dark deep hole for a while. Yeah my depression. Didn’t notice a whole lot those few years. Once I came out of that I left my husband and started a new life.  Went through 5 years of stalking by my ex. 

So, now I’m in Canada. Have a new set of animals (my other ones died of old age before I moved here, all within a year of each other).  And Abe? He showed up a couple of years ago. He plays with my dog Sam sometimes. I see him in the shadows. He’s been around a long time. Like a warm welcoming friend. He does startle some people. He still plays hide the objects now and again.

I like having him around. I win all the arguments.

 

 

 

 

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Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

This weeks writing challenge from WordPress is detail orientated. In their words: No matter what you’re writing, whether it’s long form non-fiction essays, poems, short stories, novels, or memoirs, your powers of observation are critical to creating a scene in the reader’s mind, setting tone, and evoking the mood that helps to tell the story.

Your challenge this week is to practice your powers of observation. Take any person, place, or event, and write three paragraphs describing your subject in great detail.

My usual writings don’t have as much descriptions as this will have.  Hope you enjoy.

smoke

The woman walked into the room. Her dark brown eyes didn’t miss a detail. She walked slowly, almost floating forward. Her very long black hair swayed back and forth with each soft step. The inky blue highlights sparkled in the candlelight as if she had small diamonds weaved through out her long tresses. Her eyes reflected the candle’s glow. Soft, yet with unyielding hardness in their dark depths.

Her  red lips held a small smile. It was a smile that lacked warmth. The lips themselves seemed carved out of the coldest marble. Not cruel exactly. Just hard and cold, as unfeeling as the marble itself. She was tall, this woman who walked as if she owned the world. Tall and lean. Like a panther, with her black hair and dark eyes. Her body was sheathed in black leather.  It suited her. The body was held tight within the leather, her long legs encased in it. The leather rounded her hips and cupped her breasts. Her neck and chest were bare except for a slim, small silver dagger pendant that hung there from a thin black leather strip.

Her arms  had long black leather studded with dark gems that encircled them from wrist to elbow. Her long fingers clasped a large bow in one hand.  The other hand was free, but never far from the lethal knife tucked in its case on her hip.

Her feet were shod with the skin of some animal, strong but supple.  She would blend in with the night. Like an opaque shadow. No one would hear her or see her till it was too late. She liked that. It is what she wanted. Her name was unknown. She was only called Waneta, which meant Defender.

No one knows where she came from. They just knew when she showed up, someone died. She defended those that could not defend themselves. The poor, the weak, the defenseless. She was feared by the evil ones. For it was those she went after. They never saw her come until it was too late. They certainly never saw her leave. She was darkness, smoke, shadows.

She watched them all, as she walked her panther walk. She stopped in front of an old woman. She knelt in front of her and the others could only hear whispers between them. The one strong and fierce, the other old and feeble. They watched as the old one cupped Waneta’s face with her gnarled hands. She whispered once more then smiled a toothless smile. Kissing the old one’s deeply wrinkled forehead Waneta then stepped back and dropped a small sack into the old woman’s lap.

She turned with unknowing grace and slipped back into the crowd and then the woods. Everyone she passed wondered who would die that night.

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It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

Yeah, I’m borrowing the title from Snoopy.  He said I could. We’re  close friends. Snoopy borrowed it from Sir Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton, and now there is a contest every year called

The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest

The contest uses the infamous phrase to showcase the worst extremes of this “purple prose”. It only uses one sentence, where I  thought it would be fun to write a story with that title. I kind of doubt it will be scary, but in honor of Halloween,  one of my favorite holidays, I thought I would borrow the phrase and see what happens.

 

I was home alone with my little dog Sam. The wind was howling through the trees, it almost sounded like moaning. Of course, that was just my imagination. Usually, storms don’t bother me. In fact, I love them. But this one seemed different. There was a feeling in the air, it was heavy, like a wet, wool blanket covering the whole house. We had lost the electricity an hour ago. But I had plenty of candles lit. I hate the dark, things happen in the dark that doesn’t happen in the light.

It wasn’t raining, not yet anyway. But the wind was blowing and the trees outside were hitting the side of the house. A steady bang, bang, bang. It was driving me crazy. I made a mental note to have the trees next to the house trimmed, soon. The thunder could be heard rumbling over the wind. Every now and then the lightning would light up the house. Between that and the candles there were odd shadows flickering on the walls and ceilings. It would be a great night for Halloween. But that holiday was still a few weeks away.

I sat on the couch with Sam as close to my side as he could get. I liked the company, even if it was in the shape of a small dog. At least we had each other, and I wasn’t completely alone. I felt foolish. A grown woman afraid of the dark, but I couldn’t help myself. It was just that kind of night.

I heard a creak in one of the rare silences of the storm. It sounded like it was in the house! Sam and I just froze for a second, I felt the poor little guy shiver in fright. I have to admit it scared me too. I gathered my courage together, picked up one of the candles and decided to take a look around the house. Yeah, stupid I know. I mean, in all the scary movies one sees, the girl always goes looking around the dark house on her own and meets up meeting with the boogie man!

But, this wasn’t a movie. And I would rather meet up with the boogie man on my terms then sit on the couch and await my doom. So off we went to search the house. Sam was close on my heels, I guess he wasn’t willing to be alone either. We did a quick survey of the main floor and saw nothing unusual. So I decided to take a look upstairs. I slowly started to climb the stairs, the candle flickering at each step. I tried to hear past the wind but it was howling too loud. So step by step I continued upwards. We got to the landing and I stopped to give another listen. Nothing. I took a step forward and immediately heard a creak. It sounded just like the one I heard earlier.

Someone had stepped right there to make that creak. I decided to keep moving forward. I had to find out if someone else was in the house with me. It was either that or go hide somewhere and wait for the boogie man to find me. Neither option was the greatest. So taking my courage in hand once more I continued forward. I slowly walked down the hall. The first room I came to was the bathroom. Taking a quick look inside I knew no one was there, and yes, I looked in the shower too.

Poor little Sam was with me every step of the way. I made myself a promise that I would give Sam some extra special dog cookies once we were over this night. He deserved them. Taking a deep breath I continued to the next room. My bedroom. The door was usually closed and it was closed now. I grabbed the door handle and slowly turned it. As I opened the bedroom door I heard it give a small screech, I never noticed that it needed oiling before. As I opened the door all the way and stepped inside, the wind decided to gust and push the outside tree against that side of the house. The bang that followed made my heart jump and my hand holding the candle shake.

Sam stayed inside the doorway where he could see me. I walked into the room and took a quick look around. I saw nothing out of the ordinary and even got enough courage to throw the closet door open and take a look. Nothing. Whew! My heart slowed down just a bit and I left to check the last room. An extra bedroom. That door too is usually closed but I noticed soon enough that it was open a crack. My heart started to beat fast once more.  I stood just outside the door wondering if I shouldn’t just turn and run. I took a deep silent breath and put my hand against the door to push it open.

I pushed it open slowly and took a quick look. I didn’t see anything so I took a step inside. All hell broke loose! There was this awful screech then two gray and white bodies streaked past me out the door! Sam gave a loud bark and took after them. Sam was yapping excitedly and I ran into the hallway just in time to see my two devil cats running hell-bent down the hall with Sam nipping at their tails. Both cats slid towards the stairs and when the first one hit that one spot I heard it give that now familiar creak. Off they bounded down the stairs with the now brave Sam close on their butts.

I started running after Sam, I didn’t want the candle going out on me so I wasn’t running all that fast. I heard a loud crash downstairs and thought it sounded like the coffee table. Then I heard yapping and hissing and thought I better get down there as soon as I could. I ran down the stairs and just as I hit the living room the lights came back on.  I stood in the middle of the room and surveyed the damage. I blew out my candle and yelled at Sam to hush. He had the two devil cats Notwen and Pouncer cornered on top of the TV stand. I just had to laugh. One, because I felt so relieved that there wasn’t a boogie man in the house. Two, because Sam was so much smaller than either cat and he acted so proud that he got them hissing and cornered.

It took me a few minutes to get the animals calmed. Afterwards, I just sat on my couch and laughed at myself. But, ever after that day, I make sure I always have plenty of candles in every room in the house. You know, just in case.

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Was It A Dream?

He wasn’t sure how much further he could run. His lungs hurt with the effort. Yet he ran on. It was either that or get caught by whatever was chasing him. He could hear the crashing of the undergrowth  behind him as he ran. His feet were bloody and cut up by the sticks, small stones and leaves underfoot. The trees overhead swayed with the wind. Otherwise the night was quiet, still, except for the pounding of his battered feet hitting the barely seen trail. And his labored breathing.

He was terrified because he couldn’t remember how he got to this place. He didn’t know what he was running from. He just knew that he needed to get away. He didn’t even know what was chasing him or why. Just glimpses of something not human, eyes glowing green. The sweat pours down his face as his eyes search for someplace to hide. He was desperate to stop and catch his breath. He was afraid if he didn’t he would collapse and that thing would be on him. His fear was pushing him on, his desire to live was driving him to keep breathing and to keep running.  He didn’t want to die.

It seemed to him that the sounds behind him were growing fainter. Maybe, just maybe he had finally out run it. Then he spies something off to the side that looks like a shack.  He makes a sudden turn without slowing down. A  hundred yards or more and he was at the run down building. His shoulder hits the door and it crashes open. He slides to a stop inside, turns and slams the door shut again. Quickly looking around he spots a wood chair and pulls it over to jam under the door knob. He collapses in the middle of the room, his breath ragged. He wipes his sweaty face with whats left of his shirt. He forces his breath to slow, his ears searching outside for any noise. He closes his eyes and listens. But there is nothing to hear. Not even insects. It was eerily calm.

Suddenly there was a loud crash against the door! A large body was slamming against  it, but the chair and door don’t give. His heart  pounding, he desperately searches the shack for some kind of weapon. Anything to  make him feel he might have a chance.  He notices a number of small windows  set high in the walls. No way for anything to crawl through.  A cot with rotted bedding sits against one wall. A large empty fireplace is on the back wall, he notices a heavy, hooked fire poker laying half in and half out of it. It could do some damage if necessary. As he holds it in his hands  he instantly feels better, for at least now has some weapon.

He surveys the rest of the shack. Shelves with unknown tins are on the wall opposite the rotting bed. A small round table sits in the middle of the room with the mate of the chair under the door knob laying on its side next to it. The table has a thick layer of dust on it. Doesn’t look like anyone has been inside for decades. He suddenly notices in the gloom another door next to the fireplace.  It was smaller than a normal door, maybe a closet he thinks. He remembers noticing as he ran to the shed, that it was built against a large mountain. So the small door  couldn’t lead to outside. That could be a lifesaver he thought, as that thing outside couldn’t surprise him from the back of the house. Or it could mean his death as he had no way out of the shed except through the front door.

Suddenly his nose picks up the smell of smoke. Smoke??! He turns around and sees smoke curling in around the front door. Damn! Whatever was out there was trying to smoke him out!  He was going to die! In desperation he looks around the shack. There has got to be another way out! He can’t die like this! He won’t die like this! Taking short shallow breaths as the smoke gets thicker he remembers the small closet door. He races over to it and pulls it open. Maybe by some miracle he thinks, there will be something inside that can save him. He pulls open the small door, and he gasps in hope! It wasn’t a closet. It was a door to the inside of the mountain! It was lit by strange crystals. He had never seen anything like it! Briefly he wonders if he was running from one danger into another. But, as he heard the wood behind him crackle with flame he knew he didn’t have a choice. He had to move forward. Behind him was certain death, in front was unknown.

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door handle (Photo credit: mararie)

He closes the door behind him and walks forward. The crystals give off a glow as they light the way for him. He hopes that because of the fire, whatever is behind him can’t find that small closet door.  The path inside the mountain curves to the left,  his bare bleeding feet raise little clouds of dust. As he walks he notices the path heading downward,  he’s walking further into the heart of the mountain. He spies a bundle of what looks like rags ahead of him. As he gets nearer he sees the bones. Human bones. He can’t tell how old they are, not even from the rotted cloth. His heart skips a beat, but he knows he has no choice but to keep going forward. On he walks, he loses track of how long he has been walking. Seems like hours. He comes to the end of the path and into a large cavern.

The crystals cover the walls, lighting it up as if the sun shone inside. He stood in awe of  the beauty. The colors were clear and pure. The silence unbroken. He is so tired. He can’t resist sitting. Just for a minute he thinks. I have got to rest just for a second. He leans back against one of those crystals and feels a slight warmth. His hand still held tight to the poker. As his head begins to drop to his chest in much-needed sleep, his ears pick up a noise. It’s very slight, but in the quiet of the cavern it  echos against the walls. His head pops up, his eyes searching for the source of the noise. He scurries behind the crystal as he sees something that strikes terror in his heart. A creature floats inside, slowly coming right towards him! It has green glowing eyes, in a face that is hidden by a cowl. But the eyes, they glow as they fix on him. He saw no feet. Just a light-colored robe of some kind. It went from head to foot in a silvery type material. There was nowhere to run anymore! Just as the creature floats closer he feels himself fading, he slips down and his eyes close. His fingers relax and the poker slides away.

He gasps awake, sitting straight up, terror on his face. He glances around and can’t believe his eyes. He’s home! In his own bed! Was it a dream than?? Just a dream! Frantically, with his heart still beating hard he looks around his familiar room. Nothing is changed. Everything is as it should be. He sighs with relief. He swings  himself to the side of the bed. His feet hit the floor and he winces in pain. Glancing down he feels the blood drain from his face. His feet are dirty and bloody, and hurt like hell. Then he notices the smell, like smoke that drifts from his torn T-shirt. No! It had to have been a dream!! Right?? Just a dream………….

 

 

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My First Brush With Death

Death. Not a very uplifting or cheerful topic, is it? I find myself looking back on my life lately. I’ve been doing it a lot. Must be a sign of getting older. This morning I was in the throes of remembering my first brush with death. I have no idea why I would be thinking  about that. It’s not a good memory. But, it is a memory that will always be with me.

It might not even be my first brush with death. It is the first one that I know of. It takes me back many years. It started with my first job. I was 18 and  just two weeks out of high school. My mom and I, as usual, were not getting along. She gave me an ultimatum. Get a job as soon as possible or get kicked out of the house. Yeah, a bit harsh. That’s just the way she was. To me anyway. But I digress.

She told me to put in a job application where she worked, she would put in a word to a manager friend. Her thought being if I worked at the same place she did I would have a ride to work. I also think, but this is my personal thought, she could keep an eye on me also. Heaven knows why she thought she had to. I had to have been the most boring kid around. I wasn’t a party girl, and I didn’t date. I read. A lot. But, again I digress. Sorry about that.

Anyway, that next day my sister took me to put in my job application. I talked to my mom’s manager friend and got hired that same day. I would start work the following Monday. That was at a J.C Penney warehouse. Not the most thrilling job, but at the time it paid good money. And that is where my story really begins.

That first Monday I was introduced to all the people I would be working with. There was a girl there that was a few years older than me, her name was Lynn. In  the coming weeks we became fast, best friends. She lived with her parents also. Both of us were eager to be on our own away from parents. Finally, adults!

After about six months we both decided to find an apartment that we could share. She had a car so transportation was no problem. We worked together, got along great and saw no problem  sharing living quarters. We found a nice  2 bedroom apartment soon after and moved in. It was great! We both felt we had freedom at last! We got hand me down furniture from family. Managed to buy a few things to make the apartment “ours”, and called it home.

We lived there for a year. Moved because of a  man bothering us. (That’s a whole new post). Found a better apartment with security, and moved there. We lived there for quite a while, if I remember right we were going on our fourth year there. That’s when things started to go wrong. Got bizarre.

Lynn and I were best friends. We did everything together. We even  went on camping vacations together, taking her niece and nephew. It was some of the best years of my life. It’s hard to find a friend like that. One who understands you and you understand  her. We were sisters more than friends. She spent a lot of time with her family, and I would go  along. She had two really great older sisters. We’d play card or board games for hours. It was a lot of fun.

Then like I said, things got bizarre. Lynn came into my bedroom one night. It was really early morning, like 2 or 3 am I remember. She woke me up and said something had scared her. I got up and we went into the living room. I sat her on the couch and asked her what scared her? She said she saw an “evil, Ronald McDonald” in her room and he was telling her to do bad things. She was really shaken.

I took her back to her room, turned on the lights and checked the windows. We lived on the second floor. Hard to get in those windows and they were locked tight. We looked under her bed and in every nook and cranny in that small room.  I wanted to show her it was just a bad dream and that it wasn’t real. That’s how scared she was. She had been ill the preceding week, with some sort of bladder infection or something. I remember the doctor  had her on some sort of pills. Antibiotics I would think. Anyway, I managed to calm her down and got her back into bed. She went back to sleep and I went back to my room, a bit worried but shook it off.

Things seemed to be back to normal. Then a few days later I was watching TV. Relaxing after work. Lynn was in the kitchen. She came in the living room looking distressed. I asked her if she was okay. She wanted to turn off the tv because it was bothering her. I didn’t have it very loud, so I wondered how it was bothering her. She said it sounded like it was blaring and it wasn’t making any sense and it bothered her. Could she turn it off? I said sure, by now seeing how much it WAS bothering her.

She sat down on the couch and asked me if she could tell me something. I told her she could tell me anything, that’s what friends were for. She said last night she saw the “evil” clown again. It was in her bedroom and saying terrible things to her. I remember feeling my heart speed up, I knew this wasn’t normal. And I didn’t think it was because of the pills the doctor gave her. I was getting scared for her! She said the closer it got to bed time the more scared she was becoming. She didn’t want to sleep in her room that night. She couldn’t!

We decided to call her parents and ask if we could stay with them that night. Maybe, we reasoned if she slept in her own bedroom at her parents home she wouldn’t be frightened. For me, my thought was if something was really wrong with Lynn, I would have her parents there to help. I was getting scared for Lynn. I never thought I should be afraid OF Lynn. Not till later that night. Then I became terrified. Terrified I was going to die.

We made the 45 minute drive to her parents home without incident. Lynn was beginning to  relax and so was I. When we got there Lynn went to her girlhood bedroom and I tried to explain to her parents what was going on. They became as worried as I was. Her father decided to call her doctor in the morning and ask if there was a possibility that her pills were causing these hallucinations some how.

Lynn decided to sleep on the couch in the living room. I would sleep in her bedroom. Her reasoning was, if she couldn’t sleep she could watch tv without bothering anyone. We didn’t see any harm in that, as I had to be up in the morning for work. So we all went to bed as it was getting late. Her parents always closed their bedroom door, I left mine open.

I must have fallen asleep fairly fast. I know I was emotionally exhausted. I felt safe and I felt like Lynn was safe. The doctor would be called in the morning and Lynn would be all right.

I don’t remember what woke me up. Some slight sound I think. Yes, it was a rustling sound. I do remember that I woke wide awake. But didn’t move. It was like my subconscious knew I shouldn’t make a move. I slowly turned my head towards the bedroom door and saw Lynn crawling on all fours in the doorway. She had some pieces of my clothing in her hands, almost like she was scrubbing the floor with them! I watched her as she crawled out the door and slowly went down the hallway towards the living room.

I couldn’t believe my eyes! I blinked my eyes open and closed thinking I  must have imagined what I saw! I lay  there wondering what I should do, if I could do anything? I must have laid there for a while with my mind going in a thousand directions. Unsure what I could do. I heard another noise. I laid completely motionless, with my eyes half closed, my heart beating fast.

The bed faced the open doorway, so I could see through half closed lids that Lynn had crawled on all fours  back to the bedroom. She didn’t have any clothes with her, and I remember wondering briefly what she had done with them. What I saw next took all thoughts except ones of survival  out of my head immediately. Lynn rose up at the foot of the bed and in her hand was a knife! It looked like the biggest knife there was from the kitchen! All I could see was a black silhouette of her standing with that knife clenched in her hand because the light from the hallway was behind her.

My breath stopped. I was afraid to make the slightest move. Looking back I believe that was the only thing that saved my life that night. I didn’t move.

We stayed like that, Lynn and I, for what seemed like hours, but was only  for seconds in reality. To  this day I don’t know what made me do what I did next. I really truly don’t. I said her name very softly. Lynn? Hardly loud enough to make a ripple in the blackness. Lynn? I questioned. I saw her shadow relax. I felt her relax. She didn’t drop the knife, but she relaxed. I began to breathe again.

She walked to side of the bed, I can remember my heart pounding so loud I thought it would either explode or jump out of my chest. Instinctively I knew to stay still, stay calm. If I stayed calm she would stay calm. She laid down beside me on the bed. That big  butcher knife between us. She told me in this eerily  still voice that she was so tired. That the clown wouldn’t  leave her alone. That the clown told her that she should kill me. She didn’t want to kill me, but he kept demanding that she should.  She was tired of fighting him.

I had to get help some how. I gave up the idea of yelling. I knew she would kill me and maybe her parents if I yelled. I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. Then I thought if I slowly got up, talking to her softly and slowly got out of bed then got to a phone somehow. I could call 911 and get her some much needed help. I decided I had to try. I started to sit up  so I could get out of bed. All the time telling her quietly that I could help her. If she would let me up I could help get rid of the clown.

I was almost sitting up when she grabbed me by the throat and forced me to lay down again. Lynn was a big girl. I was 5 foot tall and about 130 pounds. She was 5’10 and about 180 pounds. She was big boned and very strong. Normally she was the kindest person I knew. Sick as she was, she wasn’t Lynn. She was something else. Something that wasn’t nice. She held me by the throat and whispered fiercely in my ear. “Don’t get up and leave. I will have to hurt you if you try that again!”  She held my throat so tight I couldn’t talk. So I just nodded my head that I understood. Thankfully she let go. I stayed where I was.

We both laid there for hours. Never talking. Except for a murmur from  Lynn now and then. Like she was whispering  to someone I couldn’t see. Finally I could hear her parents moving around in their room. I didn’t know whether I should be relieved or worried. I heard their bedroom door open then close. Then I heard her dad shout her name. I heard him swearing then call for Lynn again.

Looking back, the only reason I can figure out why Lynn changed back to herself at that time is from so many years being conditioned  to  answer her father in a respectful way. She heard her dad calling for her and she got out of bed, without the knife and went to her dad. I picked up that knife and hid it in the closet! Then I got dressed and went looking for Lynn and her father. When I got the living room I was amazed! During the night Lynn somehow got every ones clothing and shoes and made a gigantic pile in the middle of the living room!

Her father was talking to her and telling her he was going to call her doctor and get her in to see him as soon as possible. For the time being she looked more her normal self. Just very confused and scared. Believe me, I knew how she felt!

I had to get to work, I couldn’t miss even though I wanted to stay and help someway. But I talked to her parents and they  convinced me to go to work and come back there after wards. They would take Lynn to see her doctor. I didn’t tell him about what happened to me that night. Not at that time I didn’t. I hadn’t even had time to sort it all out myself. I was tired and I was scared for Lynn.  I decided to tell them later when I got off work. I was (naively) thinking  that things would be okay then. After Lynn got her medicine straightened out,  things would be back to normal.

I was wrong.

(I will continue this story  tomorrow. It’s a true story and it has further telling to be done) The conclusion can be found here https://jlroeder.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/my-first-brush-with-death-conclusion/