Mystery
Rustle, Oklahoma
Billy I stopped at my house after leaving Lisa’s. I quickly entered my small home beelining towards my room. Lenny’s gift was inside my closet. I had placed it inside of a small, wooden chest with black, iron bands. In it I kept the things most important to me. I slid the closet door open, grabbed a black windbreaker, dragged the chest out, and knelt in front of it. I placed the windbreaker on the ground, unlocked the lock of the chest with the small key on my keyring, and snapped the clasps back.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry Some country song played filling the whole clearing with music. The artist was Josh Turner or something like that, country was never my go to music of choice. I always preferred hard rock and metal since I first listened to Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All album in Josh’s basement when I was thirteen. Josh Turner’s song has everyone moving, drinking, eating, and enjoying the evening so, I guess, I was enjoying it too. A tinge of embarrassment struck me remembering what I told Mary about country music, “I might be from the sticks, but you won’t ever catch me listening or enjoying this on my own.”
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I didn’t actually have anything to read. Richard’s prickly attitude was there since before I came. His grumpiness since the accident is nothing new to me. I didn’t want to ruin his baseball game by him having to go up those stairs with his tired legs. I could wait outside until seven. I needed a little rest after all the work I’ve been doing this week after all. So, I sat on the wicker chair they have outside. I stretched out my long legs. Placed my hands behind my head and stared off at the empty field soon to be a sea of corn by June.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I walked towards the white, chipped and wind-whipped, fence surrounding the lawn of the home. I pushed the gate open, beside a leaning, white mailbox, and walked on a stone path. Weeds grew between the cracks of the stones and at the edges. The front steps were shouldered by small hedges needing a quick trim.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued driving down the main road. On the left side, was the market and back down the street would be Dole’s. Henry got on the left most lane, drove further down the road and go onto a middle-turning lane. Henry waited for a couple of cars to go past then made a U-turn. He drove up the road, turned into the small market parking lot and turned the truck off. “Here we are,” Henry announced our arrival.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued up the road past Bob’s and past Cobb Street. We went five minutes out of town, Henry slowed the truck down and turned on his left blinker. He waited for the incoming traffic to pass by before going off the shoulder onto a dirt trail. On the dirt trail, it was as bumpy as I remembered. The trail elevated and went up a hill. At the top, in a clearing surrounded by pine and birch trees is a two-story house. The house Henry and I grew up in.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Too Close to Home: Unearthing Hometown Secrets - Part 1. Content Warning.
Are you curious about the eerie events that may have unfolded in your very own hometown? Join us in the "Too Close to Home" video series, where we dig up creepy, mysterious, and unexplained stories from our Patreon patrons' hometowns. In this episode, we explore the chilling history of Perth, Western Australia; Queens, New York City; College Station, Texas; WHL, Merseyside, England; and Antrim, Northern Ireland.
By Ali boubaker2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
It was 10 o’clock by the time I finished my after-mass duties. Molly, a volunteer, who took care of the children during mass in a separate room joined to the church, entered the main room. She wore a brown skirt that went past her knees, with a brown jacket and a white dress shirt underneath. Her black hair was done up in a ponytail pulled tight.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I had just finished the sermon and was cleaning up. Dust swirled in the sunlight shining down past the beams. The light becoming different colors as it met the stained glass of the church. The members of my flock have left bibles and pamphlets behind, and kids left their toys on the benches. I’ll keep the toys just in case they return for them or if they come back next Saturday. The bibles I placed back into their cubbies on the back of each bench.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly Chapter Eight
The Flight Academy "Mr. Amsbury, what inspires you to become a pilot?" "Thank you for asking, Miss Herschel. From a young age, I have had a fascination with flying. In grade school, I would sit on the lunch benches and watch the birds as they flew from the sky, beating their wings slowly with a full range of motion as they would gracefully land on the tabletops scouting around for food. I knew I wanted to be part of that world, gliding gracefully in the sky, feeling free, kissing the clouds."
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Chapters
UP The Down Staircase
I shall now narrate a tale of someone who is me, yet not me! All my life, as long as I can remember, I have had the same recurring dream, or nightmare, depending on one's interpretation of the events. I would happily arrive with my parents, who were not my real parents, but my dream parents, at the dark, foreboding, yet starkly beautiful house built on a vast expanse of land. We would somehow arrive at the front door, it would open and my slightly aging, still strikingly beautiful dream aunt would walk hurriedly out, smiling broadly and enveloping us into her warm and welcoming hugs. Her silver-grey hair floated down her shoulders freely, with no restraint or apology, giving her an air of quiet grace and poise as she urgently ushered us her into her home.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
