Stories,Stickers and Stamps

Day 5     It begins. The door quickly slammed shut. Henry is just outside and I am stuck in this house. Again. I swore to myself to not stay here and now, I am imprisoned against my will after all. Suddenly,I feel it. I feel the tight grip around my ankles and in an instant, I start to descend in the middle of the house. I look down and I see charred black hands,covered in ash,holding on to me,grabbing me,many many hands reaching out to me and pulling me down. Pulling me down in what seems to be,the pits of hell itself. A massive hole opened up in front of my eyes in the middle of the house.Right in my floor,in the foundations of the house.I do not see the end to it,I see the glow of the flames below,raging fire,I feel the intense heat coming from the bottom. I am slowly descending down the pit with these ashy hands holding on to me and pulling me down.Lower and lower. All I can think of is scream,as loud as I can. I start to scream from the top of my lungs and struggle,trying

Day 4    Nothing could phase me at this point. I have seen so much,it defies any explanation. Worst part, is that nobody believes me,and the person who I trust the most doesn’t have my back when I need him the most,no, he doubts me and thinks I am loosing it. I am stuck,still,I do not know where to go and what to do with this. After sitting in this motel room all evening,staring at the wall and with all that I have seen running through my mind,I decided to answer. I answered the tenth call Henry made,he was calling all evening.I had to explain myself,he has to listen and understand and besides, I cannot have him calling police, looking for me all over the city.     I answered the call and explained what happened. He just listened. I said it all as it was,what happened,the faces,the frames and the photos and the tar and he just listened. Finally he spoke and when he did, he just said he will come to me. He did,he just embraced me,said he will be here for me and we decided to

 Day 3    A new day, a new dawn as they say but lately, I wish I didn´t wake up at all. Not in this house anyways. Seems like God has not answered my prayers at all. If anything,seems like something else has, and not in a good way.    It started once again as a normal day,Henry is back at work,kissed me this morning and told me to take care. I should not stress,because stress is what it´s all about, yeah right. I still had boxes to deal with after moving and after making my bed,I made my way downstairs for breakfast. My heart was pounding,beating so hard,I was just waiting. I was ready this time,I knew it´s coming,question is,how and when. Blood,knocks or something new and exciting?I was terrified to find out.I had my breakfast,did some morning chores and to my surprise nothing was happening. Nothing at all. What was different about today?Why stop now?Was I really going insane all this time?Stress and it was just me?I sat down to write. It was my escape. Whenever I had some free time

Day 2    So at this point I do not know what to think. My husband thinks I am going insane,well,he says I am stressed, but I see the look he gives me when we go back to the knocks. I am not sure what to think myself at this point but one thing is clear,I know what I heard and it was real. It might have been an animal trapped in the wall or some kind of prank but it was something. The knocks I heard were very deliberate to be an accident. So I tried to brush that off and hope I would never hear them,and I did not,not for a while at least and then something else happened.Oh,it was so much worse and I wish it was the knocking.    Blood. Usually you do not see it around often,not in your life,if you are lucky and hopefully not in your house. I got to see a lot of it,in my house. So the next day the knocks have stopped. Another day,I get up,morning,breakfast,going to go to town today. As I walk towards the kitchen I see it on the wall. A red smudge, on the mustard yellow wall. The walls w

   These type of stories always start the same. The happy young couple in love are house hunting. Young professionals looking for a dream home to make it their own,settle down and have some kids along the way. We were those people and if I have learned anything from the horror films,I   should have know it will never be that easy. The horror’s we witnessed in that house,the pain,the dark. Maybe Henry would have been alive as well.Actually,I know he would have been. It’s the house,all of it.    It started it autumn. The house hunting. We were so loved up,so happy. It was all going our way,nothing could stop us. We started to look for a new place, a nest to settle down and make out own and then eventually we found this place. It was a period piece,that’s what was mentioned at least a dozen times as we were thinking whether we should get it or not. A lush period peace,grand house we can put our own twist on and yet keep it rooted to the past. It needed plenty of work and redecorating