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The Haunted
I could see and hear things no one else could for as long as I can remember. My granny told me at a young age that I was sensitive just like her, at the time I couldn’t understand exactly what she was referring to but as time went on I would certainly find out. Unfortunately granny passed away and I later found myself very alone in these experiences with so many unanswered questions. I’ll never forget The first time I saw a ghost I had to be between seven or eight years old. I will never forget it because it was my great grandfather whom had just passed away. I hadn’t ever gotten to know him he was an Army veteran who suffered terrible ptsd. Grandpa mostly stayed in his room and I don’t recall seeing him well really ever. That summer I was visiting my granny and helping in the orchard when the phone rang, my granny promptly requested I answere the phone as not to wake grandpa. I did what she requested and to my surprise he had already answered the phone and when I picked up he scolded me and I remember I felt so hurt by his words. I immediately burst into tears and ran out to my granny to tell her what happened. I will never forget what I said to her. The hate filled words rolled right off my tongue;” he’s so mean! I wish he would just die” now mind you even with little to no relationship with my grandfather I did love him and didn’t mean what I said I was just a stupid young girl. We stayed for two more days and left back home. The very next evening my mother got a call I overheard enough to know something had upset her. She explains my Grandpa had died, when I heard the news I gasped I could feel my heartbreak. had I actually killed my grandfather! I cried for days, sure that my awful words had somehow caused his death, at his funeral I will never forget the way his daughter cried for him she was filled with so much pain. My grandmother was inconsolable, I remember wondering what kind of relationship they had with him, this broken man I never got to know hadn’t always been that way. He must have been a wonderful father a wonderful husband and a great loss to the family. I sat alone and cried as I begged for forgiveness and every cry of pain I heard from his grieving family invoked a guilt inside of me that seemed to consume my whole body. When I got home that night I went strait to my room and cried and cried I couldn’t stop apologizing to my grandfather and saying to myself “ why would you die?, I didn’t mean it.” I fell asleep after a while I was awakened by an odd feeling that I was being watched. Terrified to open my eyes I pulled my blanket up to my chest and grasped it tight in my hands while I worked up the nerve. To open my eyes the very first thing I noticed was odd green light almost a glow emanating from my closet and filling my room. I feel my bed compress near my feel and to my suprise I feel a hand gently lay across my calf. Startled I look to the foot of the bed and that’s when I see him. My grandfather, transparent and silent he just sat and looked at me and I looked closely back. The longer we look at each other I realize something is very different about him. His features look soft and and full of compassion a far cry from the stern and indifferent features that were compiled in my memory. This was him, he was filled with peace no longer tormented by his memories of war. I regretted that I never got to know him. He tapped my leg three times with his hand and smiled, just then the green glowing light began to recede into the closet I watched as my room filled with the familiar darkness, I looked back to the foot of the bed and as the light disappeared as quickly as It came so did my grandfather. I was filled with a sense of peace as well. I believe to this day That My grandfather came to comfort me and let me know that his death was not my fault. And without speaking a word, he did just that.
By Kaenne depuente 5 years ago in Fiction
Im still here
Being a young mother is not an easy task, but when I look at him at his beautiful perfect little face I know I’d do anything for him. I trace his eyebrows with my fingers and gaze into his honey brown eyes, his lashes are long and full his dimples that he got from his grandmother his dark curly locks, even at just 18 years old I could never imagine leaving his side. Pregnant at 17 I was terrified and after a bout of postpartum depression and contemplating suicide, my connection to him my unconditional love for this perfect human ensures that I’ll remain on this earth for him as long as I’m allowed and today; I choose Life. After having this apifany I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders and I decide to do something special tonight. I want to surprise my mother with a great dinner and stay in and just enjoy our time together and fully embrace this new outlook on life. Mom agrees to watch the baby and so I set out. It’s no secret that Washington gets a ton of rain so I’m still comfortable in this sudden downpour to set out to the store because well at this point it’s completely rutine. I start my old 67 Dodge Dart GT and without hesitation I begin my fateful trip down marridian avenue, the very same street I’ve taken to the store regularly for the last four years. My windshield wipers were hardly helping at all the rain was so heavy I stare cautiously through the soaked windshield and see break lights close ahead. I slam my breaks and hear my tires screeching to a stop I’ve skidded off the road and am teetering on the edge of a large swamp. Scary but not much cause for concern I mean I’ve never been in the swamp but it appears quite shallow. Just as I get the door open I’m standing on the door frame something slams into me with so much force it forced the car with me still holding it further into the swamp.
By Kaenne depuente 5 years ago in Families
Imagine
Today began just like any other day, my alarm went off at 7am I showered, brushed me teeth threw on my clothes with just enough time to spare to tell my mother good morning, steal my brothers bacon off his plate and run out the door to catch my bus. The bus ride wasn’t unusual I sat alone in the back, which is what I’ve always preferred I watched everyone laugh and joke and thought to myself ; what is everyone so happy about. I look down at my tattered clothes and my cheap sneakers and I wondered for a moment what it would be like to have such nice, new things. To be “ popular” but I let the thought pass as quickly as it came I just wasn’t like the other kids in my school and well I was perfectly happy being alone most of the time anyway. Besides I did have something none of the other girls had, my most prized possession, a beautiful gold heart shaped locket that my father gave me when I was just a young girl, inside a picture of the two of us. Whenever I felt alone I’d look inside and imagine what fun we’d have when I get to go see him in California this summer. Little did I know then. This was definitely not going to be like any other day. I get to my first period class without a minute to spare and mrs. Stewart is beginning with a recap of the weeks lesson in the ongoing war in Syria with one catch, pop quiz this morning. I’ve never been that good at tests I always get to anxious. I can already feel my palms begin to sweat. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom to try to calm my nerves. As I enter the restroom I’m relieved to find I’m alone. I turn on the faucet and begin to splash the cool water on my skin.
By Kaenne depuente 5 years ago in Horror
