It was about eight years ago, I went to bed and that was the end of it. So I thought. It was in the middle of the night, my dad was watching television and heard someone walking into the room. It was me! I walked to the fridge, and opened the door. My dad asked what I was doing at this time of night, I just stood there staring at him. Moments later I grabbed a bottle of water, then went back to bed.
The next morning I couldn't remember anything that happened that night, and since then I still get spooked thinking about it!
Monday, September 19, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Roses
It's strange, but at the same time very sweet.
It all started a few months ago, right after a huge fire that happened at one of the houses in the neighborhood. Somehow an oil lamp got knocked over, and flames started spreading everywhere! Immediately the townsfolks ran over with buckets and started filling them up with water from the water pump.
The house belonged to a huge family, two adults and six children. The fire was too big to be put out, and there were two kids still trapped inside the house! Everyone thought that they were going to be burned alive, the fire was burning everywhere so it was impossible to get in. It was like a huge furnace. The family started to cry, then all of a sudden my fiancée ran into the burning flames, into the house attempting to rescue the two children.
It was about three minutes, until we saw him with the children thru the front window. Quickly the children climbed out of the burning house, and ran into their parents arms. But just as my fiancée was about to climb out of the window, the house blew up!
"No!", I shouted. I tried to run towards the house but people were holding me back repeating over, and over again "There is nothing you can do! He is dead! He is dead!".
I haven't fully recovered from the loss of my fiancée but I am doing much better than I was a few months ago. Since then I've been getting bouquets of red roses. They appear on the front porch every morning, with a card that says "I will forever love you". There's never a name on the card, and when I ask the towns florist who's bought them, he always says that "nobody has asked for red roses for a while". I've also been searching for residences that have rose bushes in there yards. There were a few but none of them were owned by a young men, or recently snipped.
Often I wonder who might have sent them. So one night I decided to see for myself who this secret admirer really is!
I sat by the window all night, waiting for him to appear. My eyes grow heavy, "No! I can't fall asleep!" I tell myself. I quickly run into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, that's when I hear footsteps coming from the front porch! I race back to the main room, and when I quickly fling the door open... there's nobody there, not a soul insight! Just a bouquet of red roses laying on the welcoming mat. I picked-up and carried the bouquet into the house, and placed them into a vase.
I noticed there was a card in the bouquet, and this time it had something different written inside. It said "Sorry".
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" I ask myself. Who is this secret admirer? Why does he keep sending me roses? Why won't he let me find out who he is? Why is he sorry? What has he done to me?
I can't stop thinking about it. I'm going to go mad if I don't find out who he is!
"I will just have to try again tonight".
This time I was ready, I had slept all day, and already made myself a pot of coffee to keep me awake. I never took my eyes off of the front porch. The sun was starting to rise up, I was tired but still very alert, I was about to pour myself some more coffee when all of a sudden, I saw a dark figure walking towards my house, carrying a bouquet of red roses.
I get up and open the door, the man in black starts to run into the forest leaving behind a trail of rose petals. I ran after him, even if I ever lost sight of him I could just follow the trail of rose petals. We were running for quite awhile, thru mud puddles, thru thorn bushes, I never stopped once to catch my breath! Finally we exited the forest where I followed him into a grave yard. I followed him to a grave under a weeping cherry, there he just vanished into thin air.
I look at the tombstone, gazing in horror.
It was the grave of my fiancée.
It all started a few months ago, right after a huge fire that happened at one of the houses in the neighborhood. Somehow an oil lamp got knocked over, and flames started spreading everywhere! Immediately the townsfolks ran over with buckets and started filling them up with water from the water pump.
The house belonged to a huge family, two adults and six children. The fire was too big to be put out, and there were two kids still trapped inside the house! Everyone thought that they were going to be burned alive, the fire was burning everywhere so it was impossible to get in. It was like a huge furnace. The family started to cry, then all of a sudden my fiancée ran into the burning flames, into the house attempting to rescue the two children.
It was about three minutes, until we saw him with the children thru the front window. Quickly the children climbed out of the burning house, and ran into their parents arms. But just as my fiancée was about to climb out of the window, the house blew up!
"No!", I shouted. I tried to run towards the house but people were holding me back repeating over, and over again "There is nothing you can do! He is dead! He is dead!".
I haven't fully recovered from the loss of my fiancée but I am doing much better than I was a few months ago. Since then I've been getting bouquets of red roses. They appear on the front porch every morning, with a card that says "I will forever love you". There's never a name on the card, and when I ask the towns florist who's bought them, he always says that "nobody has asked for red roses for a while". I've also been searching for residences that have rose bushes in there yards. There were a few but none of them were owned by a young men, or recently snipped.
Often I wonder who might have sent them. So one night I decided to see for myself who this secret admirer really is!
I sat by the window all night, waiting for him to appear. My eyes grow heavy, "No! I can't fall asleep!" I tell myself. I quickly run into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, that's when I hear footsteps coming from the front porch! I race back to the main room, and when I quickly fling the door open... there's nobody there, not a soul insight! Just a bouquet of red roses laying on the welcoming mat. I picked-up and carried the bouquet into the house, and placed them into a vase.
I noticed there was a card in the bouquet, and this time it had something different written inside. It said "Sorry".
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" I ask myself. Who is this secret admirer? Why does he keep sending me roses? Why won't he let me find out who he is? Why is he sorry? What has he done to me?
I can't stop thinking about it. I'm going to go mad if I don't find out who he is!
"I will just have to try again tonight".
This time I was ready, I had slept all day, and already made myself a pot of coffee to keep me awake. I never took my eyes off of the front porch. The sun was starting to rise up, I was tired but still very alert, I was about to pour myself some more coffee when all of a sudden, I saw a dark figure walking towards my house, carrying a bouquet of red roses.
I get up and open the door, the man in black starts to run into the forest leaving behind a trail of rose petals. I ran after him, even if I ever lost sight of him I could just follow the trail of rose petals. We were running for quite awhile, thru mud puddles, thru thorn bushes, I never stopped once to catch my breath! Finally we exited the forest where I followed him into a grave yard. I followed him to a grave under a weeping cherry, there he just vanished into thin air.
I look at the tombstone, gazing in horror.
It was the grave of my fiancée.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Pictures (Doctor Who Story)
A young blonde haired girl came across an old house, she opened the gate "CREEEAAK", went the gate as she pushed it forward. She opened the door and went inside the house, she was looking at the pictures on the walls when all of a sudden "WOOOOSH", she felt something pass her with a chill running down her spine. She turned around, nobody was there, she started to read a picture on the wall, it said "Beware".
She takes the picture down and behind it was another picture and it said "Jenny". "Wait, Jenny? That's my name." she said to herself. "WOOOOSH", she turned around again and still nothing there, only an angel statue.
She takes down the picture and behind that one was another, and it said "Duck". She turns around, the statue is right behind her. She takes down the picture again, and the next one says "No I'm serious, duck". She bends down whe- "WOOOOSCH". She get's back up and see's a giant piece of glass, stuck in the wall right where her head would have been. She takes down the picture once again, this time it says, "From The Doctor, 1965".
~All of the credit goes to my friend who told me this story, sorry if I got any parts of it wrong but I don't entirely remember everything he said, and I don't watch Doctor Who.
She takes the picture down and behind it was another picture and it said "Jenny". "Wait, Jenny? That's my name." she said to herself. "WOOOOSH", she turned around again and still nothing there, only an angel statue.
She takes down the picture and behind that one was another, and it said "Duck". She turns around, the statue is right behind her. She takes down the picture again, and the next one says "No I'm serious, duck". She bends down whe- "WOOOOSCH". She get's back up and see's a giant piece of glass, stuck in the wall right where her head would have been. She takes down the picture once again, this time it says, "From The Doctor, 1965".
~All of the credit goes to my friend who told me this story, sorry if I got any parts of it wrong but I don't entirely remember everything he said, and I don't watch Doctor Who.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Edgar Allen Poe
Edgar Allen Poe was a man with Talent.
He created Scary, Imaginative, and Grotesque tales that are famous today.
He also did Poetry that too like his tales were Brilliant!
But alas, he and his stories didn't become known until after his death.
Besides talent, Edgar Allen Poe was a man with Problems.
He was orphaned at the age of three.
He was a Drunkard.
He married his thirteen year old cousin.
His wife died of disease, a few years later.
Then lastly, he himself died just before he got remarried.
He was a Brilliant man with a lot of problems.
If only he had created more stories for people to enjoy.
He will forever be one of my favorite authors.
~Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)~
He created Scary, Imaginative, and Grotesque tales that are famous today.
He also did Poetry that too like his tales were Brilliant!
But alas, he and his stories didn't become known until after his death.
Besides talent, Edgar Allen Poe was a man with Problems.
He was orphaned at the age of three.
He was a Drunkard.
He married his thirteen year old cousin.
His wife died of disease, a few years later.
Then lastly, he himself died just before he got remarried.
He was a Brilliant man with a lot of problems.
If only he had created more stories for people to enjoy.
He will forever be one of my favorite authors.
~Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)~
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Death
I was there, and now I'm not.
I'm no longer here, I'm no longer a thought.
Nor shall I see daylight, nor shall I see anything.
No longer am I a living human being.
No more will I be in pain, and no more will I be dying.
I'm in a better place now, please stop crying.
Now in the ground in a box I lay, wouldn't it be nice if I were with you today?
Soon one day I will be with you again.
If only we all knew when.
~Dead loved ones aren't completely gone, as long as you remember them~
I'm no longer here, I'm no longer a thought.
Nor shall I see daylight, nor shall I see anything.
No longer am I a living human being.
No more will I be in pain, and no more will I be dying.
I'm in a better place now, please stop crying.
Now in the ground in a box I lay, wouldn't it be nice if I were with you today?
Soon one day I will be with you again.
If only we all knew when.
~Dead loved ones aren't completely gone, as long as you remember them~
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