Part Three of Random Cat Story

“What the heck was that!” I exclaim, fear creeping into my voice.

“The wind” Steve the unicorn says then rolls his eyes.

“Oh…” I reply embarrassed.

So onward all of us neighbors go, we leave the all the horses outside the cave (except for Steve because he’s a unicorn) and enter the cave with extreme(ish) caution.  After thirty minutes, we’ve reached the end of the cave and guess what?  Our cats aren’t there.
Sighing I look around for anything they could be hidden in, or by.

“Hey look!” Someone points out.

“At what?” I ask, looking everywhere but the place he pointed.

“Up there!” The man says.

I look up and there’s an entrance to another cave…. A cave entrance impossible to reach.

“DAMMIT” I scream flopping my arms around like an idiot.

Just then Steve the Unicorn screeches this weird sound and Pegasuses fly in the cave, prepared to take us up to the other cave.  I jump on top of the white one and we fly up to the other entrance.

After the Ashes

My fingers skim the white keys of my family’s old piano.  I used to imagine myself playing something beautiful, extraordinary even but I never learned how to play it.  Tears run off my face dropping onto the piano’s keys.  I wipe my green eyes and look around.  I can still see the white tile floors and white curved staircase, professionally done paintings of nature, gray walls.  Our whole house was always kept tidy and smelt of random lavender pine sol.  But then everything snaps back into reality and I see what’s left of our old house, ash, black residue, dust.  All those names match the current state of our old residence.  When I say our, I mean my family and I.  I haven’t seen my family in a while.  Sometimes I wonder when they’ll come home.  When they’ll notice that I’m still here.  I’m home waiting.  Waiting for the day they’ll come home.  The day they’ll be able to embrace me once again.  Until that day I’ll always be waiting.

Sometimes I wish that they could hear me.  That they would just hear what I’m saying and maybe they’d come back.  I dream of the day when they see me.  I can’t wait until they see how much more mature I am now.  They’d regret leaving me all alone and moving to another state.  They’d regret forgetting me here at home.  Everything would be okay if they came back.  But they won’t come back.  I know it in the back of my mind.  I just can’t admit it.  It’s too painful.  I haven’t left my home since the fire.  Since that blazing inferno took everything.  Swallowed everything up and spat it back out as ash.  Instead of sitting here sulking I decide to go outside.  I make my way toward the front door but something in my head tells me I cannot go outside.

It says “You don’t belong there anymore.  You must stay home until daddy comes back to get you just like he said he would” and just like that the urge to go outside fades.

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Part One of Two Stories (I’m really sorry guys, for some reason this part deleted and I had to re-do it so it’s not good but the second part is wayyy better)

“Hey mom I’m home!” I say aloud as soon as I enter our two story home.

No response comes.  She must be sleeping I decide.  So I go into the downstairs bathroom and shower.  I put my long black hair up afterward and walk to the stairs.

I scream as soon as I see it and fall down the stairs.  Scrambling, I crawl to the home phone.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“I’d like” I pause, “to report a suicide.”

And then everything goes black.

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I wake up on a rough carpet.  It’s pitch black and my stomach hurts.  Raspy breathing comes from the other side.  It’s close.  My hands and feet are bound.  Pain comes from my right leg.  I scream, it’s a mix between horror and pain.  Then, I feel no pain.

The trunk opens and blinding light comes through burning my skin.  A blanket covers me, and then I’m whisked away inside of a motel room.

 

Part Two of Two short stories about a creature.

It’s not long until the pain is over and I’m feeling better than I ever had before.  The trunk opens and light floods it.  My skin burns at the sun.  Quickly, I’m covered by a blanket and whisked away into a motel room.  It’s dark and creepy.  I’m no longer scared, in fact, I’m actually somewhat at ease.

“You’re going to do what we tell you” the scratchy low voice says from the right corner of the room.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean you’re one of us now.  Now you don’t have a mom to tell you what to do.  We won’t really tell you what to do.  You’re safe from all of that now.” The voice replies.

“But you said I would have to-” I start but am cut off by the voice.

“No arguing!” It says sharply. 

Raspy breathing sounds from all around me.

“What do you mean by that then?” I ask, choosing my words carefully, hoping not to anger the creature.

“I mean, you’re one of us now.  Now you don’t have to do anything except for be with us.  We only have few rules that you must abide by.”  It says.

“1. You’re not human so don’t act human.  2. You’re better of now then you were before so be… Glad that we’re taking you in.  3. Don’t argue or talk back when you’re told to do something.”

And then there is complete silence.

“Go to sleep now” the voice purrs in my head. 

I do.

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I’m woken up by a series of hissings, the hissing doesn’t bother me anymore. 

“We hate them” they say in unison.

I nod in agreement and we all head out. 

“Oh please, me master, let me go first” the voices around me sound in the pitch black vehicle say in a growling type voice.

“We’ll test out the new one” the master says in his deep creepy growling type voice.

Instructions are given to me in my head.  I drag my legless slimy black body into a long ago house I once lived in, new people live there now.  I go into the room I once had and angrily grip the teenage girl’s leg.  She looks down, and before she can scream, I throw her against the wall.  Thump, thump, thump.  Her body hits each step as I drag her down the steps.  Blood smears the white carpet.

“I’ve done very well, yes I have indeed” I say in my new raspy voice.

Soon, I’ve taken her to the black car’s trunk with a bag over her head, bound her and I’m in the trunk, waiting until the right moment when she wakes up.  When she does I greet her with a smile in the darkness, my sharp teeth glowing. 

“You’ll thank me later” I growl.

And just like that, she’s one of us.

 

The End.

 

Part Two of Mystery Story from my old blog.

 

Louis groaned, they always told him not to diss his birth mother, but why not? The woman LEFT HIM. How could he not? Anger welled up inside of him at the thought of her abandoning him as a baby. He’d been told Liz Hahn had not planned to be pregnant with Louis so once she gave birth, she left him at the doorstep of Janet and William Jones’ home. Louis thought of his birth mother as a coward, afraid to take care of him. Afraid of everything that had to do with, well, doing something. Most children fantasize about their birth parents being wonderful people, but Louis knew better to believe in silly unrealistic things like that because believing in that would only bring him disappointment.

“Louis, please come back downstairs” Janet called.

His eyebrows arch in question, Janet doesn’t say please when she’s angry. Janet never really says please anymore, she sounded… Worried.

But why? He always did this when he was upset.

Thump… Thump… Thump…

Panic welled up inside of him as he heard the strange footsteps. Or footstep, it was more like thump and then a sliding sound like something being dragged. It’s nothing he tells himself silently, I’m just letting my imagination get the best of me. No one is coming to get me, but Louis was wrong. For a man walked up those winding stairs, a man dragging a large bag full of something behind him, the bag smothering the newly bought white carpet with red liquid.

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Waves lap against the rocks, mist shoots up as an effect of the impact.  The smell of the ocean, the feel of the grainy sand.  Everything about it is peaceful for me.  I inhale the beautiful scent and lay out the blanket onto the beach.  My body begins to relax after I lay on the blanket. 

I get up slowly after an hour of napping, the clouds block the sun, there is only a faint bit of light although it is two o’clock.  Wind blows and a chill sweeps over me.  Goosebumps form on my skin.

“Help!”

The scream breaks the peaceful silence, the scream must have woken me up.  I sprint over to the water where a small child flops her arms around aimlessly.  I run to the freezing water.  Why in the world would she be in the water when it’s this cold!  I wonder.

I call…

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Kind of Creepy Short Story.

Waves lap against the rocks, mist shoots up as an effect of the impact.  The smell of the ocean, the feel of the grainy sand.  Everything about it is peaceful for me.  I inhale the beautiful scent and lay out the blanket onto the beach.  My body begins to relax after I lay on the blanket. 

I get up slowly after an hour of napping, the clouds block the sun, there is only a faint bit of light although it is two o’clock.  Wind blows and a chill sweeps over me.  Goosebumps form on my skin.

“Help!”

The scream breaks the peaceful silence, the scream must have woken me up.  I sprint over to the water where a small child flops her arms around aimlessly.  I run to the freezing water.  Why in the world would she be in the water when it’s this cold!  I wonder.

I call out to the eight year old girl.  I tell her I’m coming to her aid. 

Ignore the temperature of the water.

I swim as fast as I can to the spot in which she is.  I see her there, and for a moment she goes completely still, but she’s still afloat.  She smiles, revealing her sharp teeth.  In an instant pain fills my whole body and I’m limp in the water.  For just a moment I see the supposed girl as she swims away with her black scaly tail flopping behind her. 

Sirens sound behind me and I slip out of consciousness. 

“Can you hear me ma’am?” He asks me.

I move my arm slightly.

“We’ll need to take her to the hospital, load her onto the stretcher.” He tells others in the water.

As I’m being taken to shore, I can feel their eyes on me.  Their beady black eyes with dead yellowish skin pulled tight.  Fangs, sharp nails and bony fingers greet me in my dreams later in the night. 

I wasn’t supposed to survive, and they’ll make sure I don’t.  Telling anyone else won’t be possible since my vocal chords are gone.  So I’ll just lay here in my hospital bed, with its scratchy sheets, and I’ll say goodbye to everything I’ve ever known.  My family will come to visit me, their salty tears will sting their eyes as well as mine, because it seems its just too soon to say goodbye.  As we bid adieu I can’t help but think, fairytale creatures like mermaids and fairies, aren’t what they seem.

Part 2 of Random Cat Story!!!

Steve stumbles on a rock and the both of us go down.

“GOSH DANG IT STEVE I DON’T PAY YOU TO FALL!!!” I scream.

“You don’t pay me at all!” Steve screams back.

“Well then…  I feed you!”

“Yeah once a week!” Steve says annoyed.

“Well you’re magical so why can’t you get some food yourself?” I ask

“I don’t eat.”

“THEN WHY DO I FEED YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”  I ask enraged.

“I never said you had to” Steve replies.

I sigh, Steve and I get up refusing to speak to each other.  I get back on Steve and Steve continues walking up the mountain to the cave.

We reach the cave in about an hour.

“What’s the plan?” Mrs. Gold asks.

“Uh, what the h e double hockeysticks?  When did you get here?  No one invited you!” I say confused.

“I’ve been here the whole time!” She replies even happier than she had before.

“Okay,” I shake my head and point to a dark haired dark eyed woman sitting on the brown horse behind me, “You and…” I move my arm to a random blonde haired blue eyed man toward the back left, “you, watch Mrs. Gold”  I finally finish.

“How’d I get on this horse” Mrs. Gold says shakily.

The whole group behind me begins to mutter lots of things like “yeah how did I get this horse” or “I don’t even own a horse!”

“HEY SHUT UP!” I scream.

Everyone immediately stops talking.

“Steve got the horses for you, he’s got connections to you know the Horse, Unicorn, Pegasus, animal world.”  I say.

“Hey does anyone hear that?” Asks a tall dark skinned woman in the back.

Everyone listens attentively.  Cat yowling sounds from inside the cave.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU LEONARDO!!!” I scream.  (Leonardo is my cat, named after Leonardo DiCaprio.)

We all jump off our horses (and in my case unicorn) to head inside the cave in search for the cats.

WHOOSH!

Something runs by us quickly.

Part One of Mystery story involving a hotel

The rain comes down much harder than it had before.  Anticipation rises inside of me as I approach my destination.  Words shine through the heavy rain and I smile, teeth and everything despite my current situation.  I walk into the hotel and as I do, a man stands up and walks over to me.

“What room will you be going to?”

“190C” I reply.

“I’m sorry but we don’t have that room,” he slips the key into my pocket hesitantly, “oh, well I suppose I should check that text again.”

No one notices as I slip inside the hallway.  I pull out the key and fit it into the janitor’s storage closet.  Or at least the old door is labeled Storage.  Once I’m inside, I’m greeting with stairs heading downward.  My feet move automatically, descending into the darkness as I was told to do.

Part One of New Mystery series.

Prologue:

My heart beats so loud I’m afraid that they’ll hear it.  Quivering I pull my thick legs even closer to my chest.  It’s all just a dream, It has to be I tell myself.  Footsteps sound outside of the wooden closet doors.  Heavy footsteps, my chest tightens and a ball wells up in my throat.  I push my lips behind my teeth and literally bite the inside of my mouth.  Please, please, please don’t let him find me I plead to God silently.  In an instant the wooden closet door swings open and bullets whiz through the air.  Her body slumps to the ground in her own puddle of red blood.

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Lisa didn’t want to go to school that day.  Her alarm clock probably went off about ten times, and instead of getting up at 6:00 like she was supposed to, she ended up waking up at 7:30 because she forgot to set the alarm for an eleventh time.  So, when she did finally get up, she swung her thin legs over her bed and got ready for school as quickly as she should, but something peculiar happened that morning.  That morning, at 3:00 a.m a girl the same age as she had been murdered.  When she came down for breakfast in a hurried fashion, her father had left the television on and she caught a glimpse of the early morning news.  The thought of a girl the same age as she, in this very town being murdered gave her chills.  On the way out of her home, she found a girl sitting on her front step. 

The girl looked up, her eyes were sad.

“I don’t know how I got here” she said.

Lisa had heard of thing like this that could happen, maybe that girl had gotten drunk or maybe had some disease but the girl looked strangely familiar. 

“You look really pale,  are you alright?” I ask her hesitantly.

Then it hits me.  I know where I’ve seen this girl before.  There was a big picture of her on the news this morning.  This was the girl murdered early that morning.