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Hello, my name's Mich. I don't know if this is normal or "paranormal". But I just had to share this after that "thing" visited me. And now I believe in the paranormal trash.
Sitting down at the table I opened the boxes and began reading the letters, articles and reports...
It was happening again. I was falling apart. Voice in my head said it was fine. Jamie was fifth cat i had killed in past three months. I don't understand why he was back in my head.
It's cold, dark and lonely here. I'm crammed up in a corner, sweating, hyperventilating and waiting for the lights to be turned on. I see them hiding in the dark.
We all jumped and looked around frantically for the source of the voice but found nobody. 'Don't be frightened, my dears. We're just going to be playing a little game.
Living without breathing is like death without dying. I held back for a second, drew in my breath and ran towards the business man.
...The end was near now, I could tell. The spider was just inches from my face, clicking and burring as though talking.
...I could almost hear the spider breathing now, it was so close. I tried to think of happy joyful times so that at least I wouldn't die in distress but none came.
One night, a 16-year old girl named Sarah was babysitting three children for the Peterson family. They always hired her because the kids really seemed to like her.
...A sudden jolt brought me back to my senses. I turned to look, the spider was only three feet away now, its pointed fangs clacking together as they had when it first found me.
"8, 7..." They began to panic, clinging to each other while looking hopelessly around the room for any help. There was none. "6. 5..." The voice with each number sounded more amused. More sadistic.
"Laura?" she asked. "Hey" I replied. She gasped and replied shakily "Are you a g..gh?" "Ghost?" I interrupted. "Yeh" Nina looked at me in shock. "Well then how can I see you ?" she asked.
There was a 15-year old boy who attended a school in a small town in Ohio. Most of the other teenagers in his class regarded him with disdain and referred to him as “The Geek”.
Then her mum walked through me . How rude . She should have more respect for ghosts. It's so horrible having a human walk through you. As Nina's mum was speaking to her I pulled a face.
The deal with the devil. was the best mistake. I could ever make. He had trapped me. In a cell with only one key. He made me promise. And let's be honest. I could never go back on that promise.
I wished myself to Nina's house. It didn't work. Huh I thought. I'm a ghost and my superpowers don't work. What a grat life . Or After life. Anyway I decided to walk (or float?) there.
'Drakes Story' "Lights out on two" Drake settled into his bunk for the night and felt under the mattress. He was relieved to feel the cold steel pipe with the sharpened down edges was still there.
Another sleepless night. I keep thinking about what has happened in the last week. And whats going to happen. I trudge over to the dusty cardboard box.
At a nearby family restaurant, Laverne sat in a corner booth with her two small children. She ordered a generous meal for herself which she informed the waitress she intended to share with her brood.
I was a ghost. I couldn't believe it. Ugh !!. I looked at my hands and sighed as I saw the floor below me. At least my family would be whole. Then I realised. Not everyone is ghosts.
Yep. Men. The enemy. Only a few selected homosexuals are on our side. And there are some women on their side. Ut yeh. It's a long story. And boring.
The scarlet liquid continued to pour out of the door as the two children punched the door in despair. "Chris, Chris!" they cried like a stuck record. Slowly the shining, silver door handle turned.
Things were quiet. Too quiet. Usually when I got home there was lots of greetings amids other noises - CD's playing, a football game, doll house. I still love them all.
Darkness encases me. The silence of the night unnerves me as I make my way through the empty streets, the grim fog around me sending icy tendrils up my spine. I try to shake it off. It doesn't work.