Show down...

Here comes the show down
What goes around; comes around
And the crowds are waiting
Ahhh...

B. Spears

Runaway Bride...

She ran; all the way to the top of the hill. She loved Barren Road. No one ever came up there. It was always peaceful; quiet; silent. 

Collapsing in the meadows; she buried her face in the palms of her hands. Jake wasn't listening. He never listened. Sometimes people only see what they want to see; hear what they want to hear. 

Didn't he hear her when she said she didn't want to marry him? As nice as he was; she wasn't the one. She was never the one; although he wanted her to be. Lying flat on her back she stretched her arms along her side. A storm was coming. The sky was growing dark. Only one lone cloud floated listlessly above her head. 

Maybe if she stayed there long enough, the rain would come. If it did; she didn't care. Let it rain on her head; let lightening strike. She was tired of running. She was tired of being afraid. Perhaps the universe would be kind and finally deliver her from all her misery.

She closed her eyes; trying to calm her thoughts. 

All was quiet. No birds sang; no dogs barked. Save the subtle whistle of the wind that occasionally whisked by her ears. If she concentrated long enough; hard enough; would the wind tell her what to do? 

She longed to clear her head. Was she throwing her life away? Most ladies would jump at the chance to marry one of the most eligible bachelors in the county; but she wasn't and why? He was nice; attentive; loving; kind. So what was her problem? Why wasn't she in love with him? Why did the thought of marrying him frighten her so? 

A drop of water fell across her temples. She grimaced and looked at the sky. The rain was coming...



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The Perfect Date...

Nervously, Chelsea rubbed her palms against her pants. She started to slip on her gloves, but Kent already had the heat on in the car. She didn't want him to think she was cold. Really she wasn't; just extremely excited. 

She closed her eyes and exhaled. 

The moon was full tonight. It sat high above their heads like a round pearl. Beautiful it was; magical it was. 

Illuminating against the heavens like a diamond. She smiled to herself. She was truly happy. For the first time in a long time; she felt total peace; tranquility; and an uncanny sense of calm.

Why? Was Kent the one she'd finally been waiting for her whole life? She didn't know for sure. Hopefully he was! Her heart certainly wanted him to be. But for now; just for this moment; she'd settle for the idea only. As a matter of fact if he wasn't she'd record the nights images in her head and live on them the rest of her life. 

Her whole life, she always felt undesired; unwanted and unloved. And now; at least for tonight; all that had changed. She laid her head against the head rest; admiring the indigo glow of the city. For a moment; she wished it was snow. 'Now that would be really nice!'

The intoxicating scent of Kent's cologne danced in the air. He was silent in the car; but not an awkward silence; a content one. The kind of silence you feel when you're with the person you're suppose to be with. The kind of contentment you feel when you're with someone you're not trying to impress because they know you already. 

Yes! She was happy; totally happy. So happy that she didn't want the night to ever end. No longer was she the girl who sat in the background watching others being loved and adored; but now; it was her turn. It was her turn to experience the magic of love that others felt. 

Kent reached over and rested his hand on her thigh. Wrapping his warm palms against hers, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. 

Chelsea looked up. He never looked at her; yet stared intently ahead; eyes fixated on the road. She smiled as warm heat surged over her body. Yes; this was it! He was definitely a keeper...



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Doll...

Marcia wanted her own space. Her grandma's house was certainly big enough for everybody. Besides if her little brother Nate took one more item out of her room she was gonna scream. She was sixteen now and she needed her privacy. What was the big deal about moving to the attic anyway? There was nothing up there. Grandma Ethel could be so honory at times. Actually she was quite bossy. 

But maybe if she just talked to her she could some how convince her to let her stay up stairs. After all, she was always complaining about everybody leaving their things around anyway. Therefore, her moving into the attic seemed to be the perfect solution. 

One day, she was trying to read, but the noise just became unbearable. How was she going to get through the latest issue of Tandie Drew if Nate and her cousin Olivia kept fighting. Without saying a word to anybody, she grabbed her book and crept up the stairwell. 



The attic was white and seemed to glow all the more with the sunlight shining in through the window. Marcia sat on the stairwell and started to read. Occasionally she'd look up because she kept hearing a creaking sound echo across the floor.  Her brow wrinkled as she looked up the long flight of steps that bent around the corner. 

She knew her grandmother didn't want her to go up there. But what was the big deal? All she wanted to do was investigate the minor distraction and get back to her reading. Surely, that would be ok. Laying her book down she peeped down the steps. Grandma was nowhere in sight. 


She peered up the long flight of steps again. Curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she made her way up the stairwell; pausing here and there making sure no one saw her especially her nosey little brother. The creaking floor crackled again. Marcia's heart raced. What the heck was making that sound? Was it a mouse? A possum? A raccoon? 

After reaching the top of the steps she peered around the corner into the empty room. The sun beamed brightly through the curtain less window as dust particles illuminated in the air. With narrow eyes she peered through the dusty mist. 

To her surprise in the far corner of the room there was a doll lying on the window seal. 



The doll was a funny looking rag doll with a shoulder length bob. She had beady eyes and no eyebrows with ball joints. Marcia picked it up and inspected it. Running her fingers through her plastic mane she tried to tame any stray hairs. 

"Hmm...I wonder whose doll this is? Is it Grans?" 

After looking it over. She laid it back down and swiftly turned on her heels. With slow silent steps she slipped back down the stairwell; trying not to make the floor creak. After all, she wasn't suppose to be up there anyway. 

She'd almost reached the step she was sitting on, when she felt a little guilty. Why didn't she bring the doll back down stairs with her? She was sure grans wouldn't mind. Besides it made her feel weird leaving the little rag doll up stairs all by herself. After peeping around the corner to see if anyone was watching. She quietly tipped back up the steps to retrieve the toy. 

When Marcia reached the empty room. She gasped in surprise. The doll was not laying where she'd left it. The doll was sitting upright!



Marcia stared blankly for a moment as an icy chill crept up her spine. When she left, did she lay the doll down? Or did she sit her up straight? She scratched her temples. "Don't be silly!" her thoughts said. "She's a doll. She can't move. She can't think. She's not real!"

With hesitation, Marcia picked up the doll again and examined it. Her heart raced. The doll felt warm this time; and not cold or inanimate. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Marcia! Marcia! Where are you? What are you doing?" a voice called from bellow. 

Marcia spun around staring out the door. She didn't want anyone to know she'd gone up stairs so she didn't answer. Placing the doll back on the window sill. She crept back down the stairs. "Yes Grans I'm here! Did you need me?"

"Come'ere and help me with these groceries. I have a lot of bags in the car!"

Marcia bit her bottom lip as her brows crinkled slightly. She backed away from the doll. "I'm coming grans!"

Letting out a frustrated sigh she slowly descended the stairwell. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute. Her mind was troubled with questions. 'What just happened back there? The doll was not where I left it? How did that happen?'

When she reached the step she was sitting on she grabbed her book. A rumbling noise at the top of the stairs distracted her. Marcia looked up. She heard something giggle and run across the floor. She gasped drawing her book to her chest. Could it be what she thought it was? Could the rag doll be real???

The Escape...

She ran; as fast as her legs would take her. She ran for her life! Her calf were burning. The chilly air, creeping down her throat made her throat swell; but she ran all the more. Never looking back. Never pausing for a second. It was now or never. 

The universe had been kind to her. For a second some angel from heaven had granted her pardon; and she accepted. The door was left ajar and she was shocked!

With dark storm clouds forming over her head. A blue bolt of lightening shot down from the heavens. Her heart leaped in her chest. It's thunderous roar resounded all the louder; but she didn't care. She didn't care if lightening it self struck her. She would never hesitate for a second. She'd never return to the place from whence she'd came.

She'd never let anyone fool her again; trap her again. And if someone did try to get her; she'd fight to the bitter end. Death would be sweeter than the eternal confinement from whence she'd escaped...

Awaken...

If I died would you lay by my side until I awaken? 
Trapped; locked in the cold, cold ground. 
Icy, silent, lonely, friendless. 

I saw you put your face to the ground. Where you trying to listen for my heart beat? I think you were because you were so still for a moment; with your palms sprawled across the dew misted grass. 

I heard you! And one day I will awaken and we will be together again...

It...Revisited

It came to me again; calling chanting. In some unknown language I didn't recognize as my own. This time, he brought someone with him. His voice was deeper; darker; stronger. 

I told them both; I don't belong to you. 

They ignored me at first; continuing on with their conversation; as if I hadn't spoken a word. But then I raised my voice and spoke more louder. Singing the praises and the love I have for ANOTHER. 

I don't belong to you! I said. This time they stopped talking. They both listened to me and then in an instant; they both were gone!!!

I went back to sleep and started to dream some more...


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IT'S FOLLOWING ME !!!

Almost made it through the night with no problems; but just before day; here HE comes!!!

Here's the dream...

I'm a writer. Perhaps its always on my subconscious. When I went to bed last night, I was not thinking of anything creepy. Sometimes that matters. Sometimes it doesn't. 

I had a nightmare that played like a movie. I wasn't a writer or director; but I was in it. The murderer was not after me.

(Or at least I thought he wasn't initially)

 I was watching a movie with someone else being followed. 

The murderer turned out to be a doctor. He was evil. Wore scrubs and all as he killed about 4 people in cold blood. I saw the first victim he massacred; he had blood running out of his mouth. 

The police was looking for the killer who was now in the general public. He was apprehended near my grandmother's house in front of an old funeral home. (This funeral home is not creepy. It's pretty nice actually)

Me and some other people were trying to hide from the killer before the police came. While I was hiding a really cute guy ran up beside me. He was hiding too! He was crying!! (Totally scared) I hugged him. A detective came from out of nowhere and wanted to use the hot guy as bait. I told the guy 'No don't do it!' 

He declined and long story short: the police ended up finding the killer doctor without our help. 

So now its all over. I'm walking home to my grandmother's house. Another creepy guy appears from out of nowhere. He looked like the killer!! But how could that be? The police just caught the killer right? 

I tried to ignore him. I wanted everything to be over! I wanted everything to go back to normal.

The bad guy had been caught: and all was well now?

He's talking on the phone to someone. He tells the person on the phone that everybody got it wrong; he was the killer and he was still alive!!

As I walked along; I tried to ignore him. I was tired of running and hiding. 

But it didn't matter. The killer started to follow me; talking louder and louder so I could hear him. He wanted me to know he was still around. Still terrorizing; still coming for the people he wanted.

I got to the corner of the street that leads to my grandma's house. I ran into the main character in the movie. She was on the phone with her boyfriend. She'd found out the killer was still alive. She was crying and fussing at her boyfriend. (I don't know why)

I ran pass her. I was trying to make it to my grandma's house. The killer was on my trail. By the time I looked back: he'd already killed the main girl in the story. He did something really weird to her face. 

(Think about the 'Saw' movies)

I tried to run faster; but I knew he was hot on my trail. 

Once I was on my grandma's street; I hid in an old parked car. When the killer came by; I was hoping he'd pass me; but no such luck. He knew I was there. There was nowhere to run; nowhere to hide. I had to fight him. So I just stepped out the car and ATTACKED HIM. I 'willed' someone to help me. 

Someone who lived in a house next to the parked car came outside. They started to help me. I think I pulled the murderers arm off. (Think about those creepy zombies in the 'Walking Dead')

I woke up; as the neighbors apprehended this killer who was now just a faceless shadow...

What does all this mean???

It's after me! It won't leave me alone. I also can't allow other people to fight for me. That won't work! I have to fight it for myself. But I am TIRED!!! 

I mean really TIRED!!!

Can never pause for 30 seconds to catch my breath...smh 

But 'HE' doesn't care. He's coming anyway. I just have to be ready for when he reappears...


(Pray my strength guys...)

Happy Friday :(

Dead Part 3 (Finale) ...Mr. Charlie Pumpernickel

When the man spoke these words, Bianca fell on her face and knees. Her matted mane gathered in clumps on the floor. Her heart was wrought with terror. Tiny pins and needles poked at her skin as  a slow lump crept up her throat. This cannot be true. Things like this just did not happen. 

There was no way she could fathom being locked in that stone tomb with that strange man forever. Maybe she was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. And if she was, she wanted to awake from the terrible nightmare immediately!

The man laughed devilishly as his lips curled up in a bow. "Bianca, Bianca, dear sweet Bianca. I do hate to see you cry. Your crying signifies ignorance. So please allow me to clear some things up for you. Look into my eyes. My dazzling green; immaculate eyes."

Bianca didn't move. Yet pressed her face into the cold concrete floor, where her tears gathered into miniature pools. "No", she whispered. "I cannot look upon your face. I'm too frightened! This is more than I can bare."

Mr. Charlie's brow wrinkled with anger. "You cannot look at me!" he shouted. "Cannot look at me? Why you little self-centered, self righteous conniving little twit. How dare you judge me when I am of your own making! I was fashioned by your hands! Like a spider spinning its web. You formed me into existence! You made me! You created me!"

Grabbing her by the head, he wound his hands around her dark locks; forcing her head back; commanding that she stare deep into his eyes. Bianca cried all the more. She kept her eyes closed. The mans icy presence made her skin crawl. His evil aura illuminated all the more now that he was touching her. He felt cold and brisk like ice. Void of anything living; empty of anything good.

"Look into my eyes. Least I grow angry and pluck yours out like little brown marbles!" he hissed. 

Bianca's eyes flung open. She didn't want to look at him. But she knew he was angry and God only knew what he'd do to her if she wasn't obedient. 

"Yes! Yes! Now that's better. Stare into my eyes. My glowing green eyes. Admire the workmanship of your handy work. 

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Don't you find me beautiful? Do you enjoy the icy touch of my skin?" Bianca was mortified; enveloped in fear; wrought with terror. She didn't want to answer the strange man. He was hideous; wicked: a walking nightmare! In her wildest dreams; she never would have saw him. How could he insist he was a product of her own making? She wasn't perfect. But she wasn't that bad either: was she ? 

His skin was smooth yet extremely pale like he'd been covered with liquid chalk. His lips were pink with a row of white teeth peeking from behind. His bushy eyebrows resembled to orange caterpillars. He stroked Bianca on the side of the face with the back of his hand. 

"Yes, Yes that's it." he cooed. "No need to fight the inevitable Bianca. Accept your fate. Release your will and dreams of returning home. You haven't been a very good girl and now the universe has released you to me. Your end has come. Perhaps sooner than you'd imagine."

Bianca's teared strained eyes impaired her vision. She was glad. She couldn't bare staring at the man any longer. He petrified her. He horrified her. She wanted him to release her from his icy grip that made her flesh crawl but she accepted his embrace; too afraid to implicate signs of rebellion. "Why do I have to stay here? Why won't you let me go home? Why do you say I created you?"

Mr. Charlie released his grip and stood. 

Reaching inside his pocket he took out a silver clock. It dangled in the air as soft ticking sounds echoed from its metal chambers. Bianca slid back on her hands and feet. Letting out a huge sigh of relief.  She was glad the man released her.

"All life; all things have an expiration date. A day of reckoning; if you will. Some people are aware of this, therefore they try to make each day count. They try to live their lives peacefully; as humble as they know how. Helping others; loving others. Respecting others. And there are the people like you Bianca. The bullies of the universe. The oppressors; the tormentors; the hell raisers. With the time you have been awarded; you did nothing except raise me; worship me; nurture me."

Bianca's eyes widened as she looked on in total bewilderment. Mr. Charlie was really getting on her nerves. Speaking in riddles: patronizing her when all she wanted was some answers on how to get the heck out of there. She cleared her throat "Sir, please. I don't understand what you are talking about. All I want to do is go home. Please just tell me how to get out of here and I will be on my way."

A sinister smile graced Charlie's lips as his brow wrinkled with frustration. With one quick leap like a giant panther he lunged at Bianca, wrapping his hands around her throat; pinning her against the wall. "You don't get it! You just don't get it! Do you little mocking bird? You are not leaving here! You will never leave here! You will never go home because you are dead! 

Dead! Dead! Dead! 

Dead as a door nail dead!!! I am your master! Your eternal tormentor! Your everlasting curse! You are here because you chose to be here. When you were alive; you were an abuser; a tormentor; an oppressor; a demon! You took pleasure in other peoples pain; and one day; your actions caught up with you. Your time expired. Your victim killed you. It was an accident of course. But I'm glad you're here all the same. I've been waiting to meet you. To share with you; all you've created me to be. I want to share with you what you always gave the rest of the world!"

Bianca sniffed violently as her nose filled with mucous. Now she understood. The picture was coming into focus. She knew she was not the most compassionate person in her life. And during her time on earth; she really didn't care. She deemed others weak or soft. In her mind, she was the strong one. And anyone who didn't allow her to rule; had to feel her wrath. Truth be told, when others were happy; they annoyed her.

After all, she didn't have a very happy life; so why should they? Why should they laugh, play and prance around with glee; when her life was everything but those things. It wasn't fair and there was no way she was going to stand for it. She decided to teach everyone a lesson. Life was unkind to her so she decided to be less than kind to everyone else. That's the only way she survived it all. That's the only way everything made sense.

The only thing she didn't count on was the creation of Mr. Charlie Pumpernickel. He was her evil deeds that came back to haunt her. Like a rooster coming home to hatch; Mr. Charlie was a monster of her own design; and she was terrified of what she'd created.

Tucking the silvery watch back in his vest, Mr. Charlie winked at Bianca. After licking his lips mischievously, he turned slowly disappearing into the shadows from which he'd emerged. Bianca grabbed her temples sighing with relief as huge beads of sweat poured down her brows. This can't be real. This can't be happening her mind reasoned as she laid her head against the cold wet slab. 

The sound of slamming doors echoed throughout the castle; rumbling like iron vaults. She trembled with terror as sinister whispers lingered in the shadows speaking in some language unknown to her. Bianca stared blankly; drawing her knees close to her chest. The mans words echoed in her head like ringing bells. 'This is purgatory! You will never escape! I am a beast of your own making!' 

She shuttered. And at that very moment. She genuinely regretted every mean deed she'd ever released into the universe. But it was too late. As the strange man stated; judgement was set and she would spend an eternity paying for it! ~~


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