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 s...

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 f...

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 yello...