What Makes You Think I Care?

What Makes You Think I Care ?

A phrase often heard when I was young

It seemed to easily roll off the tongue

It was meant to hurt whoever heard

The direction of the words observed

By the speaker who had the upper hand

The say so, the rules and strength to grandstand

Words can often hurt more than any other

Things that can be done by another

The words were often meant to scare

What makes you think I care?

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Two Doors Down

For those of you that haven’t clicked on the link to see this short story, I decided to place it here as well. I urge you to go and see the stories that the other authors have written. Their talent is simply amazing and I am proud to call them my friends. Here is the link to go and see their amazing work. Please do take a look at the website and explore what has been written there.   Sisters In The Shadows

Now however is my time to shine! If you like it, please tell me in the comment section.

Two Doors Down

Two doors down in a rundown two story brick home, there was something going on that wasn’t right. Noises that shouldn’t have been there. Moans, groans, screams, doors slamming, and many things that I couldn’t describe but didn’t scare me.

No one would walk past that house. If they did have to go that way, they would cross the street and discreetly look at the house from a distance. It seemed as if the house had a mind of its own. If it noticed that someone was walking past, the door would open and it felt like it was beckoning that person to come inside.

Animals that were seen going into the gated yard were never seen again. It was like they never existed. Several times the town council would hire some contractor to demolish the house and they would arrive with their equipment only to leave before ever getting out of their vehicles. When asked why, they either wouldn’t or couldn’t say.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to the house lately. I was busy giving my walls a fresh coat of paint. On about the third day of painting, I took a much needed break and decided to walk to the curb to check my mail. As usual there was a stack of it. I went to the kitchen, put the mail on the table and went straight to the coffee pot. Sitting at the table sipping my coffee, I put the cup down and started going through the mail. Bills in one pile, junk in another pile. I stopped when I got to one with ornate script. There was no return address and when I turned the letter over, it was sealed with red sealing wax. My heart started to race and I put the envelope down. This was silly I told myself. It’s just a letter. I picked it up and carefully opened it. There was a thick card inside and when I took it out, I could tell that the paper was very expensive. I started to read it when I suddenly got very emotional, it was an invitation to attend a dinner party tomorrow night at seven p.m. at the house two doors down.

Oh hell no…Oh hell yes! I was going. I had been trying to get up the nerve to go to that house for years and this was my chance. I wonder who else would be there. I got up from my chair and put the painting materials away. That was enough for today.

I slept fitfully that night, many dreams filled my head with things that normal people didn’t do. When I finally got up, I was surprised to see that it was ten o’clock. That didn’t leave me much time to plan. I already knew what I would wear. The dress was a lovely shade of red with a slit up one thigh and enough of a vee neck to show some cleavage. And of course I couldn’t forget the shoes. The heels were high enough to give you a nose bleed.

Going downstairs to make coffee I was surprised to see a single white rose on my kitchen table. It didn’t scare me at all, but filled me with anticipation. I sat and drank two cups of coffee while holding the rose. I told myself to eat something, but my stomach said otherwise. Finally it was time to get ready for the party.

Giving myself a once over in the mirror, and liking what I saw, I went down the steps and out to my porch. For some reason, I didn’t lock the door, didn’t take any keys or even my purse. I smiled as I walked toward the house that was two doors down. I walked through the gate and up the steps. The door opened before I could knock. It was dark inside and as I stepped in, I felt someone take my hand and close the door. Instead of being frightened, I felt oddly excited. Whatever was going to happen, I was ready for it.

The darkness filled the inside with only a few candles lit here and there. I looked around the room and was very happy with what I saw. The decorations were very ornate and the furniture was antique but beautiful. Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw a man in a cloak. He was gorgeous! I was drawn to him and walked over to where he was standing.

I knew that his name was Vlad, and as he put his arms around me, he asked,”Verona, you know what this means don’t you?”

I looked straight into his eyes and I said, “My job will be to entice victims for you and to serve you Vlad.”

“No Verona, I will hire someone to serve us. You will entice people for me and you will do it quite well. However, more than anything Verona, I want an heir.”

“I will be very happy to accommodate you Vlad.” she giggled.

He nodded his head and a smile came to his lips as he lowered his mouth to her neck. She felt a sharp prick and immediately felt a change come over her. Verona smiled at Vlad and they knew that they would be very happy for a least the next hundred years or so.

Too Many Projects Not Enough Time

Did you ever wonder where all the time goes in a day?  It seems as though I have just started on my to do list and it’s almost time to start dinner.

I have to make up my mind to tell people in my house that when I say that I will be busy writing…do not bother me unless you are bleeding!  I just get that good flow going and WHAM! I hear, “Honey, do you think you can come in here for just a minute?” And as always, I stop and go to where ever Honey is, thinking that maybe something is wrong.  HA! “Do you know where the remote is?”   It’s at this point that I want to kill something, because now when I go back to my computer and look at the screen, all of my thoughts have gone out the window. I sit back in my office chair, close my eyes and just breathe. Try as I might, the flow is gone. Maybe if I do something else for an hour or two. I decide to work on my novel another day.

I switch tactics and start writing for spookfest! birds in a tree  It starts on October 1st and I am so excited. Remember this web site Sisters in the Shadows. If you like weird, spooky, and Halloween, then you will love Spookfest! Which reminds me, I need to catch up. I only have a few things written and October is getting very close.

Thank you all for sticking with me. I am trying very hard not to write so sporadically.  I hope all of you are well and that neither Hurricane has caused any of you or your families any harm. Love you all.

Caroline’s Kite (From Spookfest)

This is one of the stories that I did for last years Spookfest. Watch for it this year! I’ll let you know when it begins. You are in for a real treat. It is a combination of four very different very talented writers and artists. I love writing for Spookfest!

 

Caroline’s Kite

Caroline started her day just like any other. She woke up to the smell of bacon frying. Snuggled all warm in her bed she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. It was no use, once she smelled the bacon, it was all over. She heard her mom walking up the steps and call to her that breakfast was ready. Jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom, Caroline brushed her teeth and got ready to start her day. She decided to wear her red shorts. They were her lucky ones. Her mom told her she was silly, but every time she wore them, something happened and something was not always good.

After her breakfast, Caroline went out to the porch and got her kite. She had left it in the corner by her favorite chair. It was a hanging basket that her grandmother had gotten for her 4th birthday. The kite was from her grandfather. He had made the kite just for her and every year he would put on a new tail and repair the red paper if it needed it. Caroline was ten years old now and both of her grandparents had been gone since she was eight. But still, the kite got a new tail and was repaired.

She was very protective of her kite. No one but her was allowed to touch it. Caroline started taking the kite every where with her. It didn’t matter where. Finally, her mother had enough and told Caroline that the kite would have to go.

Caroline didn’t say anything to her mother, but calmly went out to the field behind the house where she normally flew the kite. Her mother was on the porch watching her. Caroline beckoned her mother out to her and she came. Smiling sweetly at her mother, she handed her the kite string. As soon as she took hold of the string, she knew that something was happening. She looked at Caroline with fright and again she got that strange sweet smile.

“No mother. The kite doesn’t have to go. You do.”

With those words came a flash of light and the kite carried her mother away.

Later that evening, Caroline’s father came home to find her sitting on the porch steps holding her kite. She was smiling so sweetly. He asked about her mother, but Caroline just shook her head. Her father looked everywhere for her mother, but was not found. She was never seen again.

Her father knew somehow what had happened but never spoke of it. He just knew that Caroline was happy. His father (Caroline’s grandfather) had a way of making things he didn’t like disappear.

Mind Trip

Mind Trip

Welcome the darkness into my soul

Awaken in me the twilight of my being

Do not say that I can not belong

I was born to be a creature of the night

My dreams are the stuff that nightmares

Are made of.

I belong to that unconscious affliction

The one that others choose to ignore

That believe are an occurrence of delusions

The horrors of despair and dread

The angst, the revulsion of perdition

This is my plea, my utopia my reverie

My flight, a figment of my imagination

As I lay here in my padded room

Waiting for my mind trip to begin again.