Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   I saw them. Tall dark figures,filling up the room,appeared out of nowhere. I could not believe what I was seeing. I saw it all, up until now but ghosts?A floating spirit right in front of me?This is a new high for this house. Ghosts is the obvious thing to call them but they are something else,no particular shape and the colour of the tar,black,menacing.Now,now all these things are explained,the floor,the walls,the noises. This is not my house,it is theirs and I am the trespasser,not the other way round. I am an uninvited guest who is still lucky to be alive. I slowly back away from the figures,who are slowly approaching me now and then I feel it. The door behind me is locked. I forgot it slammed just a second ago. This is it,no escape,this is how it ends.     I don’t know what to do,the only thing that comes to my mind is to dash upstairs,this is where the Henry should be. He went to pick up the luggage,all our belongings. We were supposed to leave th...

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 s...

 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. Whene...