Station One Do You Copy?

Good morning!  How is everyone doing?  I am so sincerely sorry for being spotty on posting.  I went to Disneyland, and then I got sick, and now I am finally recovering and I am able to start writing stuff again.  Hooray!

I am reposting one of my favorite stories that I have written for the blog.  I posted this to a past Grammy’s Grid Link Party, but of course I want to share it again.  This story is a Dark theme.  Enjoy!

Station One Do You Copy?

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One flashlight flash meant danger, two flashes meant safe, but then she saw three flashes that night from beyond the swamp. They had never talked about what three flashes meant and now she started to worry. What if Jeremy was in trouble and the only way he would get out was if Mollie went after him? She picked up her own flashlight and flashed it twice, hoping that Jeremy would respond. But there was nothing.

She sat on her stool and felt her heart starting to race. She knew she would have to go after Jeremy and help him, but thinking about the possible danger made her panic. Mollie knew Jeremy was self sufficient, but she was still mystified by the three flashes in the middle of the swamp. Her hand flew to the wall and picked up a set of keys for the spare airboat and raced out of the small ranger station.

Mollie jumped into the spare airboat and put the keys into the ignition. The boat roared to life, the large fan slowly starting to turn as it warmed up. Mollie untied the boat from the dock and made her way out into the swamp.

She knew where Jeremy was supposed to go, but she didn’t know exactly where the flashlight flashes came from. She slowed the boat down and flashed her flashlight twice toward the direction Jeremy was in. This time three flashes came from the middle of the swamp. Mollie raced toward the light, hoping to get there in time.

Mollie brought her airboat to a halt when she saw Jeremy’s boat. Jeremy’s body was sitting on the boat, motionless. She slowly brought her airboat up to the side of Jeremy’s boat, trying to prepare herself for anything.

But what she wasn’t prepared for was what she saw on the boat.

Jeremy had a single bullet wound in his head, execution style. It looked like it was close range, the perpetrator possibly standing in the airboat to commit the crime. The fan behind Jeremy’s body was covered in blood spatter. It didn’t look like he had suffered, which was probably a good thing.

The boats slowly drifted together and Mollie tied them together. She grabbed the radio off her hip and pressed the call button. “Station 1, this is Ranger Eckhardt. I am out and I have found the body of Ranger Ambross in his airboat. I require assistance. Over.” She waited for a response but there was nothing. She pressed the call button again. “Hello, station 1 do you copy?” She continued to wait but the only thing she heard were the crickets and a couple owls that were out this late at night. It was spooky.

Suddenly a roar came up out of the silence. Mollie turned toward the sound and saw a light flash three times. She scrambled onto Jeremy’s airboat and jumped to shore. She started to sprint. Whatever happened to Jeremy, she didn’t want it to happen to her as well.

As Mollie ran she did everything in her power to get away from whatever was following her. She turned corners, jumped over logs, and swung from branches to help her change directions. She was losing energy from running, but the adrenaline kept her going. As she kept running she jumped over a log but her foot caught on it. She face-planted and laid on the ground in pain and exhaustion.

The noise that was following her came closer and closer before coming to a stop. Mollie peeked up to see a large ATV idling near her feet. There was a crunch, like someone was sneaking up behind her. “Please…please…if you’re going to kill me, at least make it fast. I don’t want to suffer.”

Mollie felt a hand grab her legs and she was dragged a little further before being lifted by her legs. She felt the blood rushing to her head as she was hung by her legs from a tree. Her eyes barely opened and she saw her captor.

When they turned around Mollie could see it was a man. He had a long beard, so long it was almost to his knees. He wielded two knives, one in each hand, and had a grin on his face. “I hope you people learn your lesson from this. This is sacred land. No one but the native people live here. You are all bad people.”

Mollie felt tears forming in her eyes. “Please…I don’t want to die. I understand why you’re upset but I haven’t done anything wrong. I…I just work here.” She started praying, knowing that this would be her last day on earth.

The man walked up to her and dragged the knife down her body. “Well…if you didn’t want to die, you shouldn’t have accepted this job.”

She closed her eyes thinking that she would be feeling the wrath of this man. But nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes just in time to see a the man point a gun at her face and pull the trigger.

BANG

Mollie forced her eyes open one more time as the pain filled her body. The man made his way back to the ATV and started the engine. The last thing she saw was the headlights from the ATV flash three times before she faded into the eternal darkness.

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Glimmer of Hope

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I spend a lot of time lounging around and relaxing which was nice.  I unfortunately didn’t get as much writing done as I would’ve liked, but it happens.

This week is actually another story for Grammy’s Grid.  I got a little inspiration from writing the last story so I decided to do another story for the link party.  This story is a Feel Good Story and I hope you enjoy!

Glimmer of Hope

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Erin sat on a rock in the middle of the desert and cried.  She had been walking for hours and hadn’t come across any other living beings.  She watched the sun go from the middle of the sky to down under the horizon. Her mind was racing with how to get out of the situation but nothing seemed to be working in her favor.

She still wasn’t sure how this happened.  One minute she was hanging out with friends at a party and the next moment she’s blacked out.  When she woke up, she was in the middle of the desert. Erin wasn’t sure how long she had been blacked out for but what she knew was that she needed to find a way to get home.  Her phone was missing and she wasn’t even sure she was walking in the right direction to find help.

After a good cry session, Erin stood up and looked around.  She saw something in the distance that looked like it could be some help.  Her feet begrudgingly moved forward towards the small glimmer of hope that was in the distance.  She tried to run toward the small oasis of hope but no matter what she didn’t seem to be moving faster.  

The sand seemed to make Erin’s feet drag a bit more even though she was trying to move quickly.  She had to pay attention to where she was running so she didn’t accidentally run into a cactus of some sort.  The stars started to twinkle a little brighter as she realized she was getting closer to her possible salvation.

She stopped at the top of the hill to look at her small hope.  There was a small tent sitting in the middle of a valley. A small fire smouldered next to the tent meaning that someone was nearby.  Erin wearily walked down the small hill of sand toward the tent, praying that the people would be willing to help her.

“Help…”  Erin tried to say something as loud as possible but it wasn’t super loud.  She took another step and fell in the sand. She was exhausted from walking for so long but she had to try to get their attention.  She lifted her head, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Help!”

There was a rustle in the tent and the front of the tent opened.  A man poked his head out of the tent and gasped. “Oh my…hey! Are you okay?”  He stepped out of the tent and rushed over toward Erin. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her to her feet.  “Are you okay? You look terrible…”

Erin coughed and brushed herself off.  “Uh…no…I woke up in the middle of the desert this afternoon.  I don’t really know what happened but I am completely lost. Can you help me?”

The man nodded and led her toward the tent.  “Of course. My family is camping out tonight and leaving in the morning.  We will get you to safety, don’t worry.” He led her toward the tent where she saw his wife and 2 kids in sleeping bags.  He gathered as many blankets as he could to make a bed of some sort.  

Erin laid down on the bed and felt herself relax.  She was safe and she was going to find her way home.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before drifting off to sleep.

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Haunted Hunters

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I had to work all weekend but I did get to do a Paint and Pour Fundraiser which was a lot of fun.  I, unfortunately, didn’t take many photos because we were so busy having fun!  But it was a lot of fun to do with my mom and some of our friends.

This week I bring to you a new story for Grammy’s Grid.  The last story I posted for Grammy’s Grid was The Retelling, and it was her featured post!  So if you want to go back and read it, click here.  This time, instead of having a story based off of an opening sentence, we are getting inspiration from a photograph.  I had a little difficulty deciding how I wanted to go about this story, but it all came together nicely.  I hope you enjoy this Adventure!

Haunted Hunters

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“This is making me feel worse than it did before.”

Luis rolled his eyes.  “Serious Janay. We’ve been hiking for the past couple days to get to the most haunted cave this side of the Mississippi.  Now you think you have a bad feeling?”

She shrugged.  “No…But we’re now here and of course I’m getting more nervous.  What if we see an actual ghost?”

Luis wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him.  “Babe..we’ll be fine. We won’t go into the cave until tomorrow when it’s light outside.  So tonight we can relax and stay in the tent and tomorrow we’ll go inside the cave. When it’s light outside.”  He kissed her on the side of her head. “Does that make you feel better?”

Janay giggled and snuggled closer to him.  “Yeah, I feel a little better. I don’t know how well I’ll sleep tonight with the cave being like, 500 yards away.”

Luis stood up and grabbed another log for the campfire.  He walked toward the flames before pausing and setting it down next to the fire.  He sighed. “I know what you mean. I’m pretty nervous as well. But I was afraid that if we camped too far away we wouldn’t find the cave again in the morning.”

He heard a sigh behind him.  “I don’t know about you, but I am getting kinda tired.  What about you?”

“Did you just ask me the same question twice?”

Janay groaned.  “You know what I meant!  I’m tired okay…”

With a chuckle, Luis walked over to Janay and kissed her.  “I know babe, I’m tired too. How about you get ready and I’ll get the fire to die down.”  Janay slowly stood up and stretched her arms above her head. Luis watched her walk into their small tent and zip up the entry shut.  

He sat down on the mildly uncomfortable camping chair and looked toward the cave entrance.  It was huge, the top of the entrance was almost at the top of the mountain. They had looked into the cave entrance when they arrived, but decided to set up camp and settle in for the night instead.  It was probably better to go in during the day anyway.

Luis turned toward the tent to see if Janay was ready but he couldn’t tell.  “How’s it going in there?”

“How about I just give you your pajamas and a fresh pair of boxers and you can change outside?”

Luis laughed.  “You’re crazy. I ain’t changing out here when there is a haunted cave not too far away.  Nice try.”

There was a giggle inside the tent.  “What? You don’t want to change near a haunted cave?  That seems like something you would do.”

“Oh heck no.  Let me in to change.”  Luis unzipped the tent and quickly stepped in their tiny traveling home.  He grabbed his suitcase and unzipped it to change his clothes. There was low growl coming from outside the tent.  Luis froze. “What was that?”

Janay sat on the air matress and pulled the blanket closer to her.  “I don’t know, but you should go look.”

Luis slowly stood up and peeked out of the tent entrance.  He scanned the area but didn’t see anything that they should be worried about.  “I don’t see anything babe. That was weird.”

“It’s probably because we are staying near the haunted cave.”  

He ducked back into the tent and zipped the tent closed.  “Maybe. But…we’ve encountered spookier things than just a low growl coming from outside the tent.”  He took his shirt off and threw it into his suitcase. “Do you remember that supposedly haunted bridge in Arizona that we went to?”

Janay giggled and snuggled into the blankets.  “Yeah. According to the legend, if you mocked the bridge it would throw you off into the river below.  But no matter how much we mocked it we never got thrown in the river. I think that one is safe to say it wasn’t haunted.”

“And what about the Henrick’s Haunted House?”

“Pfft.  Please. That was a mistake on our part thinking that we were going to encounter a house that was haunted.  Not a legitimate haunted house attraction.”

Luis laid down on the air mattress and covered his body with the blankets.  “Yeah that was definitely a mistake on our part. But it was a fun thing to do.”  He kissed Janay. “Let’s try to relax a little tonight so we are well prepared for tomorrow.”

In one swift motion, Janay flung her arm off the bed and hit the switch on their solar lamp.  The tent went dark and it was quiet. The only sound that filled the air was the crickets that flew around the solo tent.  There was a slight breeze but it wasn’t strong enough to cause any issues with the tent blowing away.  

The two began to finally relax when that low growl sounded again.  Janay’s eyes flew open. “Do you think there’s wolves out here?”

Luis rolled over to face her.  “I don’t think that wolves would be interested in us.  But a mountain lion might.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.  “But there isn’t anything in this part of the woods. I checked with the ranger station before we left.”

Janay sighed a sigh of relief.  “Well that makes me feel better.  Though I am still concerned what that growl is.”

“Maybe it’s the ghost’s dog.  Maybe the dog is trying to warn us to not go in.”  He snickered. “Unfortunately that’s not going to work.”

And with that the two of them were finally able to relax.  The low growl never returned to disturb them yet again. The crickets continued to chirp and the breeze kept the tent cool throughout the night.  Luis drifted off to sleep first and Janay followed shortly after, dreaming of what they would experience the next day.

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The Retelling

Good morning!  It’s October!  It’s getting close to Halloween and I am getting excited!  I have a fun costume that I am working on so I can’t wait to show you.

We are doing something exciting for the month of October.  Each Monday will feature a new Spooky Story, perfect for the spooky season.  Today’s story is no different.  Though, it is also a submission for the newest link party on Grammy’s Grid.  The writing prompt for this story is:

It started raining just as I…

So here is my submission for the link party.  I hope you enjoy this spooky Adventure!

The Retelling

The Retelling

“It started raining just as I started driving.  I haven’t driven in the rain that much so it made me a little worried but I decided to go anyway.  I was just going to a friends house after all. I had driven the 60 minutes there multiple times so why would the rain make anything different, right?

“So I drove out of the neighborhood and I headed out towards the country.  It was easier to reach her house by going through all the back roads instead of the freeway.  The freeway was just too out of the way. So I started driving, turned on some music, and made my way to Samantha’s house to have fun together.

“But I noticed something sounded funny on my car as I was driving.  It was this like weird clanking noise, it’s hard to explain. It sounded as if someone had tied empty tin cans to the bottom of my engine.  And like, 10 empty cans, it was loud. So I pulled over and I decided to see if I could figure out what it was. I pulled over on the side of the road and parked my car to try to find out what was making the noise.

“I remember getting out of my car and noticing that I had parked under an apple tree.  I don’t know why that was so important to me at the time, but I remember seeing the orchards all around me.  Actually…I think it was because I wanted to take some photos for Instagram or something. They would look all cool and moody for fall.  But I decided to take photos after I took a look at my car.

“I bent down to see if I could spot anything under the car but I didn’t see anything.  It just looked like a normal car engine. I decided to lift the hood of the car just to humor myself but I still didn’t see anything.  It still looked like a normal car engine. I don’t know much about cars but I didn’t notice anything that looked weird when I looked at the engine.  That’s besides the point, but everything looked like it belonged there in the engine.

“I grabbed the hood of the car and slammed it down and that’s when I noticed him.  There was this guy standing about 50 feet behind my car. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit and his face was completely white.  His eyes looked wild, almost like he wanted to do something crazy but was trying to decide if he was actually going to do it or not.  And what was really strange was that he looked completely dry. Like…I was standing out in the rain for 10 minutes and I was soaked while he was perfectly dry.  It was weird.

“We both stood there for a second before I slowly got back into my car.  I didn’t want to lose track of him because I didn’t know what he would do to me.  I immediately put my keys into the ignition and tried to start the car but it wouldn’t start.  I was able to lock the doors and I reached to grab my phone but I had no service. I tried to start my car again and that’s when I heard something hit my car.

“I turned around saw that man hitting the back of my car with a baseball bat.  I screamed and tried to get my car or my phone to work, but neither of them did.  I just kept screaming, thinking that I was going to die that day. I prayed to God, hoping that I would be able to live for another day.  I looked in my rear view mirror to see the man moving toward my driver’s side door. I had to think quickly and decided to get over the middle console and run into the orchard.

“As soon as he reached my driver’s side door, I hit the unlock button and sprinted out of the car.  I had my keys with me and that was it. If he wanted to steal my money and my driver’s license, he was allowed to.  I didn’t care I was just terrified.

“I looked over my shoulder to see he coming after me.  He wasn’t running, but he was walking quickly to try to keep up with me.  I just kept running and praying that he would never catch up to me. I ran through the entire orchard and then came to the edge of a corn field.  I kept running. My legs were getting tired but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop because I didn’t want to die.

“The further I ran into the corn, the more safe I felt.  But I knew that I wasn’t fully safe until I knew that guy couldn’t get me anymore.  I kept sprinting until I reached the other end of the corn field and stumbled onto this house.  I ran up the driveway and started pounding on the door until Mr. Somers answered. I think he saw how terrified I was and let me inside and I am forever grateful.”

“So can you tell me again what the man looked like?”

“He was taller than me, maybe like 5 foot 10 or 6 feet.  He was wearing a blue jumpsuit. His face was completely white and he had blonde hair.  And he had wild eyes.”

“If you saw him in a lineup do you think you would be able to pick him out.”

“Probably.  I didn’t get a real good look at all of his features but I would recognize his eyes.  I will never forget what those eyes looked like.”

“We will keep a lookout for this wild eyed man.  Once we get a professional sketch artist to draw him out we will have you confirm that the artist drew the man.  But for now, I’m just glad that you are safe. Now let’s get you back to your car and see if we can figure out what happened to it.”

“Yeah…as long as it’s still there.”

A Blast from the Past Stories

Good morning!  This is a little bit of a different blog post so apologies in advance if you expecting a brand new story.  But because we have some new people following the blog, I wanted to take a look back to show off some of my past stories.  Some of these will be the beginning of series and others will be single stories.  Each photo will take you to the story, so feel free to click around and check out the other stories on the blog.  Enjoy!

Runaway  The King is Dead

drowning  Trapped

The Haunted Circus  Now Hiring

Exploration  Alphabet Series

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The Nightmare Noise

Good morning!  Did everyone have a good weekend so far?  Today is Labor Day and I get the day off from work.  So that’s kind of nice!

This story is another one for Grammy’s Grid.  I also want to say that my last story for her link party was featured!  So thank you for the feature!  If you want to read my last story for the link party, Drowning in His Thoughts, click here.  For this link party, the prompt goes as follows:

Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell…

This story is an Adventure.  Enjoy!

The Nightmare Noise

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Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell sounded throughout the house.  Tiffany leaned over the counter, her head cupped in her hands. This day had not gone as planned and she really just wanted it to be over.  She wanted to go back to bed and start over.

The doorbell rang again.  Tiffany let out a loud groan.  “I’m coming! Geez…” She quickly brushed her hair back behind her ears and loudly stomped towards the front door.  She wasn’t expecting anybody to come by the house today and she really didn’t want to answer the door.

But the doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming!”  Tiffany screamed toward the front door as she walked through the rooms of the house.  Once she got to the door, her hand reached out and gripped the doorknob. She quickly turned the knob and the door flew open.

But no one was there.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”  Tiffany stepped outside the door and took a look around.  There was no one there. There wasn’t a soul on the street, it was just Tiffany yelling at nobody.  Who had rung her doorbell?

Tiffany stepped out of the house and toward the street.  She slowly closed the door behind her, but froze as she heard the lock click behind her.  Tiffany’s eyes flew open and she spun back toward the door. “No. No! Come on! Can this day get any worse?”  She turned the doorknob and tried to open the door. But it was locked.

With a long sigh, Tiffany leaned against the door and slid down to the welcome mat.  What caused this day to be so terrible? Who decided that she needed to be locked out of the house and not get stuff done like she was supposed to?  It was just a terrible day all together.

Suddenly, Tiffany’s ears perked up when she heard the high shrill ring of a bike bell.  Maybe this person could help her get into her house. She looked up to see a black and white newspaper flying straight toward her face.  Tiffany didn’t have any time to react before the newspaper smacked her right in the face and…

Beep Beep Beep

Tiffany’s eyes flew open as her alarm clock went off on the side table.  Her arm swung over to the clock and her hand landed on the off button. She looked at the time, 9 am.  This was a new day. It was all a dream. It couldn’t be that bad…could it?

With a single swoop, Tiffany threw her covers off of her and swung her feet over the edge of her bed.  She stretched her arms over her head and swiveled her head from side to side. It was going to be a great day.  She wasn’t going to let the dream ruin her day. It was a brand new day and she was planning on having a wonderful day.

But then she froze.  The horrible noise that haunted her from the dream.  She never wanted to hear it again, but it was here ringing through the house.

The nightmare noise of the doorbell.

Drowning in His Thoughts

Good morning!  I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!  Did anyone do anything interesting?  I just worked unfortunately, but it is now time for a new story!  This is another story for Grammy’s Grid and the prompt for this story goes as follows:

The fish in the aquarium looked as if they…

I must admit, this one was a little difficult for me because I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to take with it.  I actually wrote 2 different opening paragraphs before I decided on what I wanted to do.  So this story is a Feel Good story, which isn’t a common occurrence on the blog, but it is nice to write a nice story every once in a while.  Enjoy!

Drowning in His Thoughts

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The fish in the aquarium looked as if they had been dead for days if not a week.  The water was starting to turn a muck brown from the decaying bodies and the algae that was growing along the walls of the tank.  Every single fish was belly up, floating along the top of the water as if they were still alive. The motor on the water pump had burnt out from running for too long or having too much dirty water run through it.

Shawn sat in the middle of the room and thoroughly took in everything that was there.  The bed was unmade and the two pillows strewn across the floor. A set of pajamas and bunny slippers laid on the floor near the headboard of the bed, one pant leg was bent in a way that made the pants look like they were running away from something.  Few things sat on top of the bedside table including a cup of water, a book with a pink bookmark 3/4th of the way through the pages, a pair of headphones, a bottle of lotion, and a small bottle of pills. Shawn’s eyes moved over toward the dresser where one drawer was left open.  A few photo frames sat on top of the dresser, each one filled with photos of family and friends. Every photo had smiles and happiness plastered all over them, but was that what was really happening while the photo was taken?

As Shawn let out a sigh, he slowly stood up.  He was trying to get in the mind of Maggie, trying to find out what happened and why she had disappeared.  He was so worried about her, he knew she was busy with school and work but he never suspected that she had disappeared.  He stepped over to the dresser and picked up a photo of the two of them on their last date, 4 days before she was last heard from.  They were so happy, or at least he thought they were.

“Maggie…where did you go?  Or I guess I should ask what happened to you?  Did you run away on your own? Or did somebody take you?”  He turned and sat down on the bed to think, tears starting to form on the corners of his eyes.  “Why didn’t I try looking for you sooner?”

Shawn felt his phone start to vibrate in his pocket.  He quickly grabbed for it and answered, even though it was a number that he didn’t recognize.  “This is Shawn.”

A very timid voice answered on the other end of the phone.  “Shawn? It’s me, Maggie.”

Shawn stood up, he couldn’t believe that she was calling him.  “Maggie! Where are you? Are you okay? What happened? I can’t believe you’re calling me!”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.  “I don’t know where I am, I’m okay, and I still don’t really know what happened.  All I know is that I’m using a payphone outside of a Carl’s Jr. Wait…” Shawn could hear her asking someone if they knew the address.  “I’m at 3298 Lafayette Street in Jonestown. Just…come get me. Hurry.”

Shawn was already out her front door when she said that.  “I’m on my way baby. Just stay inside and I will be there as soon as I can.  Okay?”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone.  “Okay. I just…I hope they don’t find me…”

“They won’t Maggie.  Stay positive. Hide in the bathroom if you need to.  Have you called the police?”

“Not yet, I’ll call them once I get off the phone with you.  But I wanted to at least call you to let you know I was okay.  Just come get me please.”

“I’m on my way.  I love you.” Shawn hung up the phone and started typing in the address to see he was 30 minutes away from where she was.  He raced to his car and started the engine, carefully pulling onto the street and making his way towards Maggie. He had to make sure she was safe and okay.

His thoughts clouded his mind as he drove toward the Carl’s Jr. It was almost as if he was drowning in his thoughts; he couldn’t think straight.  Shawn almost missed the exit he needed to take because he was only thinking of Maggie. He prayed that she wasn’t hurt and that he could just whisk her back to her apartment.  

But he also couldn’t stop blaming himself.  He hadn’t heard from her in a week which was a long amount of time.  He should’ve gone to check on her even though she told him that she was always busy.  And he should’ve fed her fish when he first went to check to see if she was okay. She wasn’t going to be happy that her beloved fish were dead, but she should at least be happy to be alive.  He should’ve tried harder to find out if she was missing, maybe he could’ve found her sooner. But, it wasn’t how things worked out and he had to find a way to accept that.

Shawn pulled into the parking lot and quickly parked his car.  He raced inside to see Maggie talking to 2 officers. She saw him walk in and immediately stood up and ran over to him.  He embraced her, squeezing her so close against him that he was afraid he was going to snap her body in half. But he didn’t want to let her go and lose her again.  She looked up at him, tears steaming down her face. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m just glad that you’re okay.  I should’ve checked to see if you were home after you didn’t answer the phone for four days.”  He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry, I let you down.”

Maggie shook her head.  “No, you wouldn’t have known.  I told you that if I don’t answer my phone that I’m probably busy.  That’s my fault for making you think that I will always be okay.” She laid her head against his chest.  “Don’t leave me please. I want you to sit with me through the questions. Please.”

Shawn looked over her head at the officers who nodded.  “Of course.” They sat down and Maggie answered every question the officers asked her.  It felt like it was taking forever, but Shawn didn’t really care. He finally had closure for his thoughts.  She didn’t blame him and she was safe. The kidnappers were still out there somewhere but at least Maggie was safe.  Shawn wasn’t going to let Maggie out of his sight until everything died down. And hopefully that wouldn’t take too long.

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Through the Rabbit Hole

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I actually got to spend some time with my family up in the mountains.  And I got to make s’mores on National S’mores Day so that was fun!

This story is completely original and I heard the first line when I was working my job at an escape room.  When I heard the first line I knew that I had to use it for a story.  So this is a Feel Good story, which isn’t a common occurrence on the blog, but enjoy!

Through the Rabbit Hole

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“Look under the carpet.  There’s always keys under carpets.”  Rachel started lifting up the rugs in the room, hoping to find any way to get out of the room.

Jesse groaned.  “How in the world are we supposed to get out of here?  We’ve been stuck in here for hours. And I’ve looked under the rugs already…there was nothing there.”
Rachel threw her hands up in the air in disgust.  “Well I didn’t know that! Why wouldn’t you have told me that before I started picking up the rugs?  What have we not looked in? Or looked at?”

Jesse bent down and sat on the floor.  He ran his hand through his hair and stared up at the ceiling.  “I don’t know. We’ve looked at everything in here and we’ve found nothing.  I’ve run out of ideas.”

“We can’t give up!  We have to find a way out.  What will our families think if we don’t come home?”  She spun around looking at what was on the walls. “What…what about this picture?  Did we look there?” She ran up to the wall and tried to yank the picture off the nail.

“Rach…it’s not worth it.  We’re stuck here for who knows how long.  So we might as well just relax and wait.”

She turned around and looked at him.  “We aren’t going to be stuck here for that long.  I just…I don’t know why we are stuck here or who shut us in here but we need to get out.”

Jesse let out a long exasperated breath.  “I know you’re angry, and so am I. But the only thing that we can do for now is to just sit and relax.  So sit down and relax. And maybe if you calm down we will be able to figure something out.”

Rachel stared at Jesse and sat down on the floor across the room from him.  She leaned against the wall in a huff. “Can I ask you a question?” Jesse shrugged.  “Why did you ask me out here to this random house?”

“Uh…”  Jesse’s eyes went directly to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with her.  “Because I wanted to talk to you. And…like…not at one of our houses. Like a neutral location.”

“Okay…but why this random house that we are now trapped in?”

He shrugged again.  “I don’t know. Marcus told me about this place and I thought it was a good place to talk.  But he didn’t tell me about this room that we could fall through a trapdoor.”

Rachel crossed her arms across her chest.  “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to talk about us.  About what happened to us. I wanted to talk through things that happened.”

Rachel scoffed.  “Like what? How you cheated on me?  And how you lied to my face about it?”

Jesse nodded.  “Yeah. Like that.  And I know you probably won’t believe me but I regret that night so much.  You have no idea how much I regret that night because not only did I lose my girlfriend, but I lost my best friend as well.”  

She scoffed.  “Well maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to cheat on me.  And maybe you shouldn’t always act like the victim. I bet you have never considered how I feel through all of this.”

A tear started to fall down Jesse’s cheek.  “You don’t think that I thought about how much I hurt you?  You think I’m that selfish that I didn’t consider how much I hurt you after the fact.  That’s why I lied to you in the beginning because I knew how much I had hurt you even when I hadn’t told you yet.  I didn’t want to lie but I did it to try to protect you.”

“Did you think I would take it better if you told me a month after the fact like you did?  Because I could’ve told you then that you were wrong before you even decided to lie to me.”  Rachel shook her head. “I feel like I’ve wasted so much of life dating an idiot.”

Jesse let out a sigh.  “I understand that you are hurt and I know that I’m the problem, but just hear me out okay?  We were best friends when we were little kids. Our families were friends and they still are friends.  And now if our families hang out we can’t even talk to each other. We can barely be in the same room together for more than 5 minutes.  I mean…we started dating when we were 16. That’s 4 years that we were together and I wouldn’t call it a waste of either of our lives. We’ve grown up a lot since we started dating and we have matured a lot.  But I feel like you are being childish and not listening to me and what I have to say. I cannot apologize enough to you about what I did to our relationship. And I understand if you don’t want to date me ever again, but I want to be able to be on talking terms.  I don’t want it to be awkward between us anymore. I want to go back to what we were before we started dating or when we were dating. I just…” His face was now red from crying. “I just want to reverse what I did and I cannot apologize enough to you.”

Rachel sat on her side of the room and started to tear up.  She didn’t realize how hurt Jesse had been when he had hurt her.  She had been so angry at him that she just blew up at him and never really looked back.  But now, now she realized how hurt they both were. She took a deep breath and looked at Jesse.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how hurt we both were. I accept your apology and I agree with you.  I want to go back to the way things were. I don’t know if I can date you again but we can definitely be friends.”

Jesse paused and smiled.  “I’m glad. I was really hoping you would say that.”

She smiled and nodded.  “Honestly, I’m glad you talked to me.  I’ve been really thinking about it lately and I was hoping that we could talk.  Which is what we did.”

They both sat on their respective sides of the room in silence for a couple minutes before there was a loud noise from overhead.  They looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces and started screaming. “Help! Help us!”

The two of them continued to scream for help as they stood in the middle of the floor.  There was the sound of something being pried open and suddenly there was some light in the small room.  Rachel and Jesse could see 2 firefighters standing at the top. They were getting saved and they were going to get out.  Jesse wrapped his arms around Rachel and gave her a quick hug before the ladder was brought down to the floor. It felt good to get everything off of their chests and solve their issues.

Maybe they didn’t find the key to get out, but they did find the key to solving their problems.

Trapped

Good morning! It is Monday and I am still recovering from my weekend (kind of). I didn’t do much but I was recovering from a 10 day work week. So I spent a lot of time relaxing. But we are back with a new Grammy’s Grid post. This weeks prompt goes as follows:

As she looked out the window, she wondered if…

Before we get too far into this story, I do want to say that this is my dark retelling of an already known story. I wanted to try my hand at something new, so this is my dark version. You will probably be able to figure of what story I’m referencing pretty early on, though I did change the name for my version. This story is classified as Dark, so please, enjoy!

Trapped

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As she looked out the window, she wondered if she would ever leave the room. Rosie was stuck there in a tower, never having been outside of the small space. But the world outside the tower was scary and there were reasons she didn’t leave the space that she knew so well.
Rosie looked out the window at the darkness that surrounded the tower. The dark black sky loomed ominously overhead, making the world seem darker than it actually was. The strange swamp land surrounding the tower seemed to bubble up and down in random places, almost as if the land was breathing underneath the swampland. There were very few plants besides the reeds that were scattered around, but most of the land was bare. The tower stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of this land.
She sat in a chair in the middle of the room and stared at the window. Maybe there was a way to get out of this tower without her mother knowing. Her mother always made it seem like the world was scary, and honestly it kind of was. She had no way to protect herself and no way to survive more than a couple hours. Plus she had to find to get past her mother.
Rosie shook her head and came back to reality. Her eyes scanned the room to see if there was anything that might aid her in trying to escape. As she slowly spun around the room, her eyes landed on a sword. “Has that always been there? Have I just never noticed that there is a literal sword on my wall?”
As she reached for the sword, she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing or not. But at this point, it didn’t matter. She needed to find a way out. Her fingers gripped the handle of the sword and she pulled it down off the wall. It was a lot heavier than she had expected it to be. She held it in her hand for a moment trying to decide what she wanted to do next. And then it hit her. She had to cut her hair.
Her long black hair was trailing behind her everywhere she went. It dragged on the floor and was probably long enough touch the swamp if she let it out of her tower window. But if Rosie tried to leave the tower with all of her hair following her, that was a sure way to die. Rosie took the sword and held it under her hair and cut outwards to the rest of the room. There was suddenly a huge relief from all of the weight of her hair falling from her head. She rolled her neck and felt it crack. It felt good. She felt like she was starting to find her way out.
Rosie’s fingers slowly gripped the doorknob and turned the knob as quietly as possible. She pulled the door towards her body, praying that it didn’t make a noise. There was a slight creak that came from the hinges but it wasn’t enough noise for anyone to notice. Rosie slipped through the door, sword in hand, and made her way down the stairs toward where her mother stayed.
She tiptoed down the steps as she tried to listen to where her mother was. There was the faint sound to singing coming from the bottom of the tower, somewhere she had never explored before. Her mother had placed so much fear into Rosie about what was below her room in the tower that she never tried to explore it. Her footsteps softened as she approached the bottom floor, hoping to not make her mother hear her coming.
With one final step, Rosie’s foot touched the bottom of the tower. She slowed down and cautiously tiptoed to the door that she assumed her mother was sitting behind. There was a small gap in the door that she peered through, spying her mother sitting in a chair. Her mother seemed to be reading a book and not paying that much attention to what was around her. Rosie slowly pushed the door open and looked into the living room.
“What are you doing down here?” Rosie froze, she didn’t know her mother had heard her coming down the stairs. Should she answer? “I thought I told you that you had to stay in your tower.”
“I…” A whisper barely passed by Rosie’s lips. “I’m still in the tower. I haven’t left.”
Her mother shifted in her chair but still didn’t look at Rosie. “You aren’t in your tower. You are at the bottom of the tower. They are two different things.”
“But..I’m still in the tower. I haven’t left.” She inched closer, the sword held behind her back. “I know you aren’t happy with me, but I still haven’t left the tower.”
“You have disobeyed!” Her mother turned around in her chair to look at Rosie, and her eyes widened. “What…what happened to your hair? Where did it go?”
Rosie blushed. “I…uh…I cut it. Do you like it?” Her hands started to get a little sweaty as she tried to keep her cool.
“No I don’t like it.” Her mother let out a huff and turned back around in her chair to not face Rosie. “I can’t believe you would cut your hair like that. Without my permission at that.”
Rosie took another couple steps forward and moved the sword to her side. This was her moment to do something. “But I really like it. It’s much easier to manage and take care of. And it’s not weighing me down anymore.” She slowly raised the sword to her side and quickly sliced across the back of the chair.
Her mother’s head went flying across the floor.
Rosie looked at her mother’s head on the floor and walked past it. Her fingers grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening it up to the dark swamplands around the tower. Rosie wasn’t sure what she was going to find out there. But all she knew was that she was now able to go wherever she pleased.
Her foot landed on the squishy swampland that was outside. She took a deep breath and continued to walk with the sword dragging behind her. Rosie never wanted to see her tower again and that was what she had wanted all along.

I Am Free

Good morning!  It’s Monday and we are here with another short story for Grammy’s Grid.  That’s right, another one!  This time, the opening line is:

The summer breeze blew through my hair as I…

Now, this is a second part to Secretive and Haunted, so you may want to go read that one before reading this one.  So click here if you want to go back and read the other short story.  This story is a Paranormal story and I hope you enjoy!

I Am Free

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The summer breeze blew through my hair as I stood there staring at the house.  It was late afternoon and the sun was coming down toward the horizon. I was just about to head around the house to do my nightly patrol but something seemed off.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something seemed different.

I heard a noise coming from within the house.  I didn’t recognize the noise, it definitely wasn’t one of the new owners of the house.  It was an annoying clicking noise that didn’t seem like it was stopping anytime soon.

“Hello? My name is Ty.  Can you hear me?”

I flew into the house.  Who was Ty? I saw a young man wearing all black clothes standing there.  Who was this guy that was standing in the middle of the living room? I had never seen him before, so what was he doing here?

He stood in the middle of the room with a small device in his hand.  The device seemed to be where the noise was coming from but he seemed very concentrated on it.  Ty looked up toward the ceiling. “If there is someone here, can you state your name?”

I opened my mouth and tried to say something.  I stayed quiet most of the time because I didn’t want to scare the people who were living in the house.  But this Ty guy seemed to be wanting to talk to me. “Fr…Fran…Franklin…”

I watched Ty’s body freeze.  Did I do something wrong? He wanted me to state my name and now he seemed like he was frozen in fear.  Maybe he wasn’t actually expecting me to say anything.

“Okay…can you tell me what you are doing here?”

Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing in the house.  All I knew was that one day I was working and the next day I was floating around the house as a ghost.  I didn’t know what had happened but all I knew was that I was dead. So I guess that was the answer that he was looking for.

“Death…”

I could see Ty start to panic a little.  I really hoped that I hadn’t scared him into not helping me.  “Did you die inside the house? Or did you die outside somewhere?  And did someone kill you or did you kill yourself?” I felt myself starting to sink closer to the floor, reaching the same height as Ty.  I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. I knew that I hadn’t killed myself but I still couldn’t be 100% sure. I had been dead for so many years I couldn’t really remember what happened.  I was brought back to reality by Ty clearing his throat. “I can’t help you if you don’t give me any information. So how can I help you?”

I knew where the bodies were.  I knew that I wasn’t the only one who had died, but I was the only ghost who was here.  I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to reveal our secret. 

“In…out…base…in…base…ment…”  

I felt ashamed that I couldn’t say any more but Ty seemed satisfied with my answer.  “Okay…so I need to go into the basement. Is the basement inside or outside?” I sat there a bit puzzled.  I just floated through the floors so I wasn’t exactly sure if the entrance to the basement was inside or out.  But I saw Ty nod his head. ““Okay. I will go find this basement and talk to you there.”

I followed Ty through the entire house, curious about what he was going to find.  I wasn’t sure where the basement was but I felt like a little puppy following his master.  I just followed Ty through every room until he walked outside and started stomping around. What was he doing?

Suddenly he stopped.  Ty stomped around in a small around and then started tearing the weeds away from the ground.  He found a door. Was this the entrance to the basement where my body was hidden? Ty gripped the handles of the door and started pulling on the door.  It didn’t budge.

I flew under the doors and pushed the doors open so that Ty could get in.  But I didn’t realize how powerful I was. Once I stopped I saw Ty laying on his back in the grass.  Oops.  I must’ve knocked him over.

Ty slowly stood up and made his way into the basement.  I followed him again. Once he saw the bodies, I felt something rising up inside of me.  I wasn’t sure what it was but I felt myself scream. I let out a blood curdling scream and I felt myself rocketing toward the sky.  I didn’t know what was happening but when I stopped I was in the clouds. I tried to go back toward the house but I couldn’t. I was free.  Ty had saved me.

And I was never going to be able to thank him.