Almost Lost it All


We waited until dusk fell. Both of us had been trying for ever to be together; but everyone and anything got in our way. A friend of ours told us about this old cemetery, so we decided to check it out the next day.

Upon arriving, we both sat, frozen, staring past the trees, into the shaded cement monsters, that spelled fear and creepy. Our breathing slowed, and the hair began to rise on each of our arms.

This was our chance though. Should we let a little cold shiver scare us from our goal? We loved each other so much. We were both 16 years old. We fell madly in love at the first of the school year, in Biology class. We walked into the door at the same time, and our eyes locked. We were smitten from that moment on.

Here is is, October 30th,  2009. Hadn’t we both waited long enough? Billy had kept asking me if I was sure I really loved him. I swore I did, but he always went back to the same, smug comment, ” how comes you can’t show me”.

We would sit out front of my house after school in his 1999 Ford truck. Mom didn’t get home until around 5:15, so this gave us plenty of time to talk and whatever else we felt like doing.

Billy would start kissing me. He would put red marks on my neck that sent me through the roof. In no time at all, I would feel his hand sliding up under my shirt. I didn’t try to stop him. Why should, I ? It felt so good. When his hand tried slipping under my skirt, I shunned away, and this is when he would make those nasty comments, trying to get me to go further sexually.

The truth is, I was afraid. I was a virgin, and I always had heard from my friends that I was going to be in a lot of pain, and I may make a mess. I didn’t want to do that to his truck, but I think I was a little afraid too.

We both sat here, staring ahead, and Billy reached over and began kissing me again. Before it went to the next step; I stopped him. He shook his head and turned away from me, staring out his window.

” It’s not what you think Billy. I do want you. I just want to do it right. Let’s come here tomorrow night. Halloween night, what better timing then to dive in to something brand new. Hey! maybe we will even wake the dead up?”

Billy looked at me and slowly smiled. He was thinking, finally, I get to know what all the other guys are talking about, first hand. He took me in his arms and we necked a little longer. Once again I stopped him and he quit.

He turned the ignition over and we both agreed on 9:00 pm, the next night. We went back to my house and we went our separate ways; anxiously awaiting what was coming tomorrow.

The next evening I heard the horn and I yelled at my mom, ” got a date mom, be back before midnight.” She waved a hand and went back to her TV show. I ran out to where  Billy was waiting for me. Getting in the truck, we didn’t talk too much. I think both of us were a little nervous.

We arrived at the place, and things looked even more creepy than they did yesterday during daylight. I jumped a little and Billy caught me in  his arms. He motioned for me to get out. I did what he said. He got out and reached in the bed of the truck and grabbed a blanket and hand in hand we walked over to the biggest tree.

He spread the blanket out and we laid down. Suddenly timidness took over and we both stared up at the naked branches. I swear it looked like big hands waiting to swoop down around us.

Billy could wait no longer. He rolled over on his side and he pulled me near him. He started kissing me and then he did that thing to my neck again. Anything about the trees and creepy things left my mind as I was so into this guy I loved.

He took off my shirt and touched places that had been forbidden before. He sent shivers down my spine and I snuggled closer to him. It wasn’t long before he was taking off my pants and panties.

I had never felt these feelings before. This must be what love is really like. He asked me to do things to him that I thought were so gross, but because I loved him, I gave in. He began to get on top of me, when a curdling scream came out of his mouth.

It was so dark and yet I could see shadows. The arms of the tree were actually picking him up. After rising him to the thickest part of the trunk, the branches shoved him so hard into the bark, his face was implanted in the tree.

I screamed with all I had; but no one heard me. I stood up and dressed. I tripped over myself trying to put my socks back on. Picking myself up, I reached down and tried to find Billy’s keys. I couldn’t feel them anywhere.

I grabbed the blanket and began to run as fast as I could. I was breathing so hard, I began to feel light-headed; but I had to get out of here. I had to get help. ” Someone, someone, please help me!”

It was at that moment that a dark shadow appeared in front of me. Next to it were tiny, little, midget like forms that looked like people. I froze in my spot. I couldn’t move. I wanted to run, but couldn’t.

Then a soft-spoken voice was speaking. I couldn’t quite make out what it or who was saying  it. The shadows came closer and leaned into me, I swear I could feel their coldness. Speaking again, I  heard, ” Go home, go home. It isn’t your time yet. He isn’t the right one for you. We are here to protect you, now go home, and be patient.” My body suddenly let go, and I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t bother trying to find the keys again. In fact, I didn’t bother with anything. I ran all the way home and through the front door.

Mom yelled out, ” did you have a good time tonight, honey?”

“Ya mom, sure did, but I am so tired. Talk to you in the morning.” She went to her room and closed the door behind her. She didn’t take her clothes off. Instead she took her shoes off and hid them under her bed. She crawled under the covers and closed her eyes.

I don’t know who it was I spoke to. I don’t know how those trees did what they did; but I do know I was scared shitless. I never brought this topic  up to anyone and I never went back to that spot where I almost lost it all.

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Trick-Or-Treat Fright Night


It was a chilly night. Katie pulled her cape closer to her. The winds sounded wicked. It was as if they were whispering evil words into her ears. Her body shivered and she looked up as if someone had said something to her. Two dark, long and slender clouds were floating in the moon’s face, forming the most wicked smile.

She was trick-or-treating. Her best friend and her had made arrangements to go out one more time, one more year, before everyone laughed because they were too old to be doing such childish things. The plans were broken though as her friend’s mother called Katie and told her, Lynn was down with a temperature and a sore throat.

Katie didn’t want to stay at home. She would never have that one last chance to go out. She didn’t want to pass out treats, she wanted to collect them. She decided to go out alone; but there was something creepy about the winds, and the crazy smile in the moon’s face.

She breathed a deep breath and started up to the first house with the porch light on. She knocked on the bell and stood back when the door opened and the sight she saw made her mouth drop and her eyes almost bug out.

It was a mask that greeted her. The body was very tall. Blood dripped from the lips. Blood covered the shiny knife in the left hand. A deep voice welcomed her, and with his free hand motioned for her to step inside.

Katie glanced inside, and saw the orange basket with the triangle eyes and nose. She looked around her and then past the bowl of treats. She hesitated but she wanted treats right? She darted past him and waited at the bowl for the masked person to hand her the treats.

A hand motioned for her to help herself and Katie slowly lowered her hand towards the bowl of candy. She lowered her hand until she felt the goodies and while keeping her eyes on the giver, she grabbed some candy. As soon as she had her hand full, a set of fingers grabbed her wrist and held on tight.

Katie thought she was going to pee her pants when the voice said, ” did you get all you wanted”? Katie shook her head up and down and the fingers dropped and she was allowed out of the front door.

She ran down the steps and out to the sidewalk. Her breathing was so quick and forceful, she started to feel dizzy. She walked over to the big oak tree and leaned against it; willing her breathing to calm down.

She then laughed out loud. That guy was some actor. Boy, he was really playing Halloween night all out. He was either a lunatic or had a wild imagination. She had herself composed and decided to go on to the next house.

There were two empty lots between the next house. She was almost ready to climb the steps when a hand reached from behind her and covered her mouth. The other hand wrapped itself around her waist and drug her away from the steps and off into the shadows.

Katie tried kicking at the person. She tried to scream but couldn’t get any sound to go further than the gloved hand. She fell to the ground with the robber falling on top of her. They tumbled a few times and then Katie managed to have the boogie man on his back.

She ripped the mask from the face and laughter echoed from tree branch to tree branch. It was her best friend. ” What, what in the world are you trying to do to me? Give me a heart attack? What are doing out?  Your mom said you were sick. You know, I should beat the shit out of you for scaring me almost to death”. Lynn stood up and helped Katie up. ” Hey girlfriend, my temp broke and mom said I could go out and look for you. Well, I found you, so are you ready to go trick-or-treating”? The two took off for the next porch light, laughing as best friends do. Trick-or-treat!

 

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The Old House on the Gravel Road


scaryTwo friends, both 12 years old, hung around together constantly. These two boys were always getting called-out on being too mischievous. They didn’t really get into trouble with the law; but they were constantly testing the waters.

It was a dreary day. In fact, it was January 1, 2014. School was on break and these two, Ryan and Mark were bored. They decided to go out on an adventure. They didn’t know where they were headed. All they knew was that they had to be back by the time their parents got home from work.

They headed down the gravel road. They kicked rocks. They tried to see who could throw the stone the farthest. The boys raced to see who was the fastest. They laughed and didn’t really notice anything about their surroundings.

Ryan and Mark came upon the old house. It was worn down. The story was, an old man went nuts and killed his wife years ago. There hadn’t been anyone interested in the property so it became abandoned. The paint was gone. Windows were broken.

Their parents told them to never go too close, because they could get hurt. Today was different. Having nothing to do led them closer to the front door. They both became quiet as they listened for any unfamiliar noises to shout out at them.

Hearing nothing, Mark turned the door handle. It was broken and the door slowly, squeaked open. Mark and Ryan looked at each other. Both pairs of eyes looking at the others for answers to their question; should they go in.

Mark didn’t go in. He went to the side windows and tried to see the best he could while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Coming back, and knowing they were safe, they ventured in the front door.

Spider webs greeted them. Dirty, white sheets covered the furniture. Spots of old blood still rested upon a couple of the sheets. Ryan shivered, a little from the unknown. Mark ventured to each piece of furniture, lifting the sheets, trying to imagine what was in the mind of the detectives who had once hung out here.

They then explored the kitchen and the bathroom. Seeing nothing exciting they decided to go up the stairs. The long set of stairs looked warped and uneven. Their first step set off a loud creak. Both boys stopped in their tracks as if waiting to see if maybe someone had heard them.

Seeing no one they continued to climb the squeaky stairs. One stair caved a little and Ryan jumped quick to the next stair afraid he was going to fall through. Once to the top they saw four closed doors.

Opening each one they saw a bed and two dressers. One had a big oval mirror on it and the words murderer were carved in the dust. They left that room and walked into each of the others. They all looked pretty much the same; except this room was bigger and it had a fireplace in it.

They took the dusty sheet off the bed and laid down on it. It was pretty soft which led them to both use the bed as a spring-board. Laughing and tumbling they spent several minutes on the bed.

When they tired of this they sat down and they each pulled out wrapped sandwiches they had made earlier. Ryan had a bottle of pop that the two shared.

Afterwards they both went back down the creepy stairs and they saw a door that was nailed shut going off from the kitchen. They had to investigate this. They worked and worked and finally broke the board.

There were no lights but they could see it led to a basement. The stairs here were cement and both boys headed down. More spider webs attacked them and they were busily wiping them out of their faces.

When they got to the bottom they saw old pieces of chairs and broken picture frames. They saw things crawling on the floor as if to escape being stepped on. There were three basement half-sized windows that provided a bit of light.

One looked like it had held an old coal furnace. There were several black pieces of rock still laying in a pile. The other two rooms looked like they were used for storage. There was one small door that led off of the coal room.

Ryan tried the door handle and it too, was broken but opened with ease. He walked inside but there was no window so he could see nothing. Mark waited on the outside for Ryan to say it was clear to enter.

After a few minutes ticked by and Ryan saying nothing, Mark called out to his friend. ” Hey, Ryan, you ok? What you see in there?” There was no response. ” Come on, quit trying to scare me. You know I don’t scare easy”, he said with just a tiny quiver in his voice.

Still no reply. Mark’s legs became cement. He knew something was wrong. He realized he should go in to check on his best friend; but his legs wouldn’t move. He began cursing himself. He called himself a chicken for standing there and he argued with himself about going further in.

He finally won, and his feet began to move. He walked in the dark room but didn’t see anything or Ryan. ” Come on Ryan, joke’s over. This isn’t funny anymore. I think it is getting time to go home, come on, let’s get out of here.”

Nothing, no sound, no stirring, no Ryan. The door slammed shut. Mark jumped and about peed his pants. Before his heart could quit racing a hand came over his mouth and he was drug into a secret door  he had not noticed.

 

Alright dear friends and followers of my blog; complete this story.

The Girl Who Tricked


Rich was a junior in high school. He had parents that were well-known in the small community. His mom was a nurse at the local hospital. His father was an estate attorney.

Rich always carried a bit too much flare when it came to his confidence levels. He knew he was popular. He knew his looks were better than most guys in his class. He wore the best clothes, the newest shoes.

But what lacked in Rich was the caring attitude that we so desperately need in this world. He was a ME guy. Everything he did and thought of was within the circle of his eyes.

It was nearing Halloween. A group of his friends were tossing ideas around on what tricks they could pull off without getting caught. After several talks they decided to soap and toilet paper the minister’s home.

Rich had his eye on Darlene, the minister’s daughter for months. She was a knock-out. Curvy little body, long blonde hair, sky-blue eyes. The problem was, Darlene wouldn’t give Rich the time of day.

He would leave notes at her locker. He had flowers sitting on her front window of her car. He had even taken the time to go to the store and buy her the most expensive card he could find and mail it to her. Nothing worked. He could have charmed the pants off a frog easier than he could get Darlene to look his way.

The night before Halloween, the group of guys went shopping for the soap and toilet paper. With all supplies bought, he anxiously awaited darkness to arrive Halloween night.

The guys gathered at the local burger joint. After eating they got in their cars and parked in the downtown public parking area. They put their black masks and gloves on and started towards the minister’s home.

There they stood, all silenced, excitement racing through their blood, scoping out the property. A rustling could be heard within the trees. No one took notice as it was a fall evening and there was a breeze that made you want to grab for your jacket.

Each one started taking one step closer to the front porch. As they approached they saw the big oak tree that during a hot summer day would provide ample shade. They got their toilet paper out and started tossing it up in the air. Before long it looked like long, white icicles were streaming from the roof top.

They covered their mouths to quiet the rumbles of laughter as they stood back and admired the work they had performed. Proud of their performance, a few of them sneaked around to the side of the house. They soaped the windows until no one could see either in or out of them.

Rich hung back as he wanted to be the sole person to soap Darlene’s car. He took the two bars of soap out of his pants pockets and walked towards her car. With one bar in his hand he started decorating her side windows as if he was an infamous painter.

He did both sides and the back window. Walking towards the front window he heard the rustling of the tree leaves again. This time it was a much rougher sound and it caused him to stop in his tracks and look up towards the skies.

At that precise moment, a creature jumped from the trees. It pounced on him so hard it knocked him to the ground. He immediately covered his face with his hands to protect himself.

He tried screaming out for help to his friends, but no sounds were to be heard. Two huge wings covered his body and whisked him up in the two, giant claw feet and carried him off to a tree down the street.

The creature let loose of her hold on him and he dropped gently in a pocket of branches. ” So, I hear you want to meet me. I have felt your stares through my clothes. I can hear your mind letting me know that you want nothing more to do with me than to get my clothes off and make a score you can brag to your friends about.”

Rich opened his eyes and looked up into piercing blue eyes. He could pick out the familiar sounds of Darlene’s voice, but this voice was ragged. A scary and lulling voice that make him want to pee his pants right there.

He started to say something. Anything that would help him escape the claws of this creature, but she leaned into him and covered his mouth with her beak. Forcing his mouth open she breathed a terrible taste into him.

It made him feel instantly dizzy, light-headed. He was scared. He tried to wiggle his way out from under her, but she had the wings of super powers. He tried once again to scream for his buddies, but his mouth became dry and frozen.

Darlene flipped him over on his stomach and started picking at his hair with that sharp beak. Within a few minutes she had picked him clean. He felt his head and tried to scream as he discovered he was totally bald.

She poked him over and over on all sides of his neck, leaving large welts. He looked worse than any Frankenstein anyone had ever seen. She flipped him back to his back side and picked at his forehead. She picked until she had opened an area wide enough to see part of  his skull and brain.

She ate a small part of him and then blew in some hot liquid out of her nostrils. With pieces of fine twigs and leaves she sewed him back together, like a newly formed nest. She picked him up, and flew him back to where her car was and dropped him down on the ground.

” I hope you enjoyed meeting me face to face Rich. I doubt you will ever forget this Halloween. In fact, I am pretty sure you will not even remember the Rich you once knew. For you will never walk the halls of school with an attitude that you are all that and more. You will coward in the halls, you will duck into the bathrooms. You will sit in the back row of classes. You will learn a lesson that not even your parents could ever teach you.”

With that, she flew back up into her tree, waiting for the next victim.

 

 

 

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Mysterious Dog and Cat Story, A True Story in My Home


DSC00324rhino 4These two animals, one fat cat, Rhino, and one tiny, miniature bull-dog are the topics of this post. The stories of these two are similar but yet different.

Rhino is a determined cat. At one point there was a mouse in the house. I had not seen him prior but Rhino discovered him. I saw this fat little creature with my flashlight. He was walking the electrical wire that was in a very narrow opening. This fat mouse was being able to get in an area that my fingers could not reach to plug the hole. It was between a vanity and the wall. The hole was a little bigger than the electrical wiring that was coming up from the outside in.

An idea seemed to work I had. Furnace filter without the card box edging was folded and shoved in the tiny width. It fit perfect from height to width. I can’t see the mouse. The  mouse can’t see me.

But Rhino knows that this mouse had been there. Rhino sits in the bathroom for hours upon end each evening waiting his nice little snack.

Now the story of the bull-dog. This was in a special case of items that I purchased from my children’s grandmother’s estate a year ago this week. It is so tiny, I am shocked that it has survived all these years.

It is the very old,  hard  plastic from years gone by. I can’t even make a dent in it with my finger nail. This bull-dog has disappeared off and on through the year I have had it. It doesn’t mean anything to me really, except the fact that it probably belonged to their kids or the parents themselves.

It is also odd that this dog appeared last night on the year anniversary of the grandmother’s death. So this is the history of these two animals. One alive and one with a mysterious past.

Now to last night. I will back this  up to three days a go. Rhino who weighs twenty-five pounds and seems afraid of nothing smaller than himself has taken to racing out of the bathroom .

Now to see this fat cat running is comical in itself, but to see him running as fast as his four paws can take him is something else. He has done the same thing three nights in a row. He runs out here. Sits right beside me with big open eyes and meows one time real loud. Then he takes off for my bedroom and hides under neath my bed and doesn’t come back out for a couple of hours.

The dog who has been missing for some time now. Which I believe was seen around Halloween of last year suddenly appeared last night. I had come out of Al’s room after checking and tending to his needs. I checked my sugar levels as I have had big issues this week with my sugars dropping too low. I fixed myself a turkey sandwich and brought it here to the computer and sat down to munch on it.

While eating it I felt something hit my hair. Sort of like when a fly lands on your head? You feel something but it doesn’t hurt. I started to put my hand cautiously up on my head and then felt something drop on my lap.

Thinking a piece of bread  had broken off from my sandwich I looked down ready to pick it up and throw it a way. It wasn’t a piece of bread or any crumb. It was the bull-dog. I sat frozen. I thought, where in the world did this come from?

Then I came out of my freeze and picked it up. I turned it over and I was just checking it out, wondering how it had fallen from my hair to my lap. Especially when I had not seen it for some time.

So the mysteries remain. I have went immediately to the bathroom after Rhino makes the mad dash and with a flash light checked out the entire room. No mouse droppings, no mouse, no nothing. The bull-dog comes to me out of nowhere.

The only common denominator between these two is that they are both animals. Anyone have any comments on this topic? I would love to hear what you have to say.

What Do You Know or Believe?


Do you believe? I have days where I doubt. I have times where I want to  believe. Many years ago I was sitting in an old farmhouse with my girlfriend. Our kids were in bed and it was quiet.

She had been having issues with a marriage. What was God’s answers to marriage compared to her desires. This particular evening as we were sitting and talking she had a vision come to her.

I didn’t see anything. It was all hers, but I did see her rocker move. It scared me to be honest. She saw it to and she then told me of the vision she had. An elderly gentleman, who went to our church who had passed on, came to her and sat on her rocker.  Her answers she sought had been given to her. We talked and sort of laughed over the rocker. The night went on but I never forgot what had happened.

Then there is Al. What about what he says he sees? Is he really seeing our parents? Has he really had a vision of Jesus standing next to him? What about the late evening this past summer when my son and my nephew and I were sitting around the campfire, when the front door went slamming open. It remained open long enough that a person had enough time to exit the door.

I always think of the Ghost Hunters on TV as an entertaining program to watch for fun. Do I really believe this can happen? Do others have experiences that takes any doubt out of their mind that there are spirits living among us?

What about exorcism, do you believe in these? Can Satan disguise himself as a person and play cruel jokes on our minds?

I am watching Dr. Phil right now. The topic is on spirits living in our human world. Famous people who I think are good people are on there explaining their own stories. Dr. Phil, whom I really enjoy watching, says he is a skeptic, but open-minded enough to listen.

I just wanted to get your opinions. Anything you have to say, or a story to tell, there will be no judging. Feel free to write a comment to me. Like I said, there are times I want to  believe, and other times I am as Dr. Phil, a skeptic.dr. philghosts

The Crows


Many of you may think I am insane. Others may believe or have heard. When Al and my mother passed, my husband and I were driving. Crows circling the car when one came swooping down at us and hit the windshield cracking it.

I knew the story. I love the culture of animals and life. Within a certain amount of days the story goes that someone you love dearly will pass a way. Within the time frame our mother passed.

Years later when our father passed I went outside when the funeral home came to pick him up. I just couldn’t stay inside. Once outside I heard such a loud shrieking I had to cover my ears. It was piercing. I looked up into the trees and they were black.

Black because hundreds of crows took over. This lasted about five to ten minutes and then they were gone. Earlier this year my daughter let me know that she had seen the crows. Within the correct time frame a family member passed a way.

Today I went outside like I said I would yesterday in my post. I decided to walk to the mailbox. I noticed the familiar sounds and looked up to see crows flying in circles over our home.  I would guess there were probably between 20-30 crows. They would sit in the near by trees and then circle over the house and then go back and sit and chatter ever so loudly.

I grabbed my camera and took the photos. I know this is old superstition tales from many years ago; but I also know from my own experience of what happened to our parents.

Edgar Allan Poe is famous for his poem the Raven. I have placed it below along with the photos I took. I hesitated writing this post, but I decided to go for it anyways, because I do believe.

Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

[First published in 1845]

horizontal space Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore! 

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Mistress


She was the Mistress. A married virgin. Lily had ventured a way from home too far. She stumbled upon the beautiful glow and couldn’t resist walking closer. She was hovering around the flickering lights when she blinked and she was standing in the center of the entry way.

Lily beat on the solid oak doors but no one heard her. She cried for hours and screamed but silence laughed back at her. Darkness came and her little tummy was churning. She was yawning  and her little body was exhausted. She was too frightened  to sleep.

She ventured in the surrounding rooms. Very tall ceilings. Wood trim; a welcome sight to most eyes. Deep, dark-red, velvet curtains draped the height of at least three of Lily’s size. Rows and rows of shelves. Books she didn’t understand. When she lifted one from the shelf she left her print where dust had collected.

Stepping out of the library she found the kitchen. There were no signs of food. Cobwebs gently draped over door handles. The sun shining through a tall, slender window allowed Lily to explore closer.

She opened the refrigerator but as she closed it the echos of empty danced for her. Wall to wall built-in hutches, lined with colorful china  with rainbow glass protecting it. Light bouncing from the sun cast tiny fairies to dance on the walls.

Lily went through a few more rooms but it was getting dark outside and she was getting sleepier. She ended up back in the Library. There was a settee and she took her shoes off and took the tiny fringed pillow and rested her head on it.

The thick air and the secrets of the house draped a blanket of sleep over her. While she rested, the heart beat faster from within the walls. The house was not alone anymore. Creaking and stepping, soft turns of door knobs turning. Magic began to fill the house and when Lily awoke the breathing of the house provided heat and light.

She walked until she found the bathroom. Walking in she almost fainted when she looked at herself in the sparkling mirror. She had grown. No longer was she a child, she was a grown woman.

She ran her hands over her breasts and felt the curves of her shapely hips. Touching her hair that hung down to her waist. Her lips taut and her cheeks rosy she was looking at a beautiful woman.

She took a thick cloth and wet it with cool water. Wiping her eyes she looked into the mirror once again. She saw her reflection smiling at her. She no longer had on a play dress. She was dressed in fine linens. Diamonds played gently around her neck. Matching earrings dangled gently from her soft lobes. A huge rock sat upon her third finger.

She left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. When she entered there was one setting at the head of the table. The chair was pulled out. She walked over to it and sat down as if she had done it all before.

A steaming plate was waiting for her approval. Chilled juices and hot coffee in  bone china. She thought how quiet it was and the music played. She picked up her utensils and began to eat. The house smiled, she was home.

 

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