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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.

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.

How Do You Know?

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as it passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

The Call

This #flashfiction story was written from a prompt taken out of a  book by Jason Sacher called “The Amazing Story Generator.”  I am going to have a lot of fun with this book. There are so many different combinations that it will take a very long time to get through it. So…get ready for some very different stories.  I hope that you like them. It’s not the type of story that I usually write, but I like it. This book will help me get away from the norm for me and get me into different styles of writing.

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The Call

What am I going to do?  I have to get my affairs in order.  If I let my boss know that I only have a week to live, I will be let go.  My family will starve. We will be homeless.  I can not tell anyone. Not even my wife and son.  It will be bad enough when it happens. They do not need the worry now.  Not with it happening so soon. 

I will continue going to work as always. I must pay more attention to my wife and son. Not too much of course or they will suspect something is wrong. The funny thing is that I feel fine. I have never felt better, but the doctor was so sure.  I had gone in for my yearly required check up. He said that I had a disease of the blood. Nothing could be done. It was too late.  I begged him not to say anything and he said that since the time was so short that he would not tell the authorities.

In the days ahead, I started writing letters to my wife and son to read after my demise. I kept my normal 12 hour days at work and went to required meetings.  By day five, I was ready to give up. I could not stand keeping this news from my wife. I decided to tell her after I got home from work that day.

After eating lunch at my desk, my phone rang.  I picked it up and answered. To my surprise, it was my doctor. He said that a great mistake had been made and that the records had been mixed up. Good news! Once again, I would keep all of this to myself. I could not express my feelings or my joy, but it was enough.

I was not going to die after all. I was the picture of health. After getting this news I would be a new man. As much as I would be allowed.  After all, I was living in North Korea.

 

 

 

 

 

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