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NickiG
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posted December 05, 2010 04:55 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for NickiG     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
This story was based on a dream I had as a kid


The Closet
It was a normal day at school. Zack was playing truth or dare with his friends; each one daring someone else to do something stupid or disgusting. You’d hear a truth question every couple of people.
“Hey Jess, do you believe in ghost stories?” Zack inquired when his turn came around.
Jesse is tall and skinny. By the time he was sixteen he exceeded six foot two. He gave a quick laugh and a shrug. “Maybe, why?”
“I dare you to go into the haunted house at the end of the street tonight, at midnight.” Zack and Jesse live on the same street in a small town in North Carolina.
“You mean that’s it? Just walk in and out? What kind of dare is that?”
“No, you have to go in and go through every room on every floor. It’s the only way to know if it’s really haunted.”
“Okay, no problem. Zoe, truth or dare?”
Zoe is Zack’s twin sister. Jesse happens to be hopelessly in love with her. He admires everything about her, especially her strong will. “Dare.” She said.
“Okay, I dare you, uh” Jesse stopped to think for a moment. “I dare you to go with me tonight to the haunted house.” Perfect, he thought, some time alone with her. I wonder how she feels about me.
Zoe doesn’t believe in ghosts or ghost stories and Jesse knows it. “Okay,” Zoe said after a minute, “you’re on.”
That night at dinner, Jesse told about his day, as always. It was a natural thing for him, but he was especially careful not to mention his plans for bewitching hour. Later that night, after Jesse was sure his parents were asleep, he snuck out. He walked down the street toward Zack and Zoe’s house. He stopped for a moment and checked to make sure he had his house key. Reassured, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued to walk down the street.
When he reached his friend’s house, Zoe ran out to him. “You ready?” Jesse asked. She nodded and they continued down the street.
“So, how ‘scary’ do you think it’ll be?” Zoe asked doubtfully. She made quotation marks with her fingers for emphasis.
“It can’t be that scary, I mean it’s only a rumor. Why? You believe in ghosts all of a sudden?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just, I don’t know about this.”
“Oh, I get it. So you want to turn around now.” Jesse teased.
“No!” Zoe protested. “A dare is a dare. A very stupid dare though.”
Then they reached the house. The Haunted House. As the full moon crept higher in the sky, a wolf howled somewhere in the distance and the house seemed to give off an eerie aura. “You ready to go in?” Jesse asked.
“Of course I am! I’m no coward.” She insisted. So they walked up to the front door. Jesse tried the handle. Surprisingly, and unnervingly, the door was unlocked. “It wants us.” Jesse said in a spooky voice. “Shut up. Looks decent enough. Sure this place is supposed to be haunted?” Zoe asked.
“Zoe, the door was unlocked. What do you think?”
“Whatever, it doesn’t mean anything.” She said stubbornly. They went in and began to explore. They traversed through the house; going from the living room on the first floor to all of the upstairs bedrooms, never missing one. The house was very lavish, as if someone has been living in it for the past ten years. Every room was decorated in expensive furniture; there wasn’t even any sign of dust. Ornate and sophisticated statues and pieces of art hung from the walls or sat in a corner. Of all the art in the house, there weren’t any pictures of the owner.
As they went through the halls, Jesse thought of many ways to begin a conversation with her. He so badly wanted to tell her how he felt about her, but he was too afraid that she doesn’t feel the same. He thought about quoting Shakespeare. Maybe that’ll make her fall in love with me, he thought. He ran through them in his mind: if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it, and love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. When they arrived to the first floor, they noticed a door in the living room they didn’t see before. They thought nothing of it. “This is the only place we haven’t checked yet. If there isn’t anything freaky in there, then we’re leaving.” Jesse said; a little annoyed, though glad to have had the time alone with Zoe that he had always dreamed of.
They opened the door. It was a small walk-in closet with a rack full of coats and jackets and shelves used for storage. But the closet seemed a little out of place because it wasn’t up to date like the rest of the house. They walked inside to inspect it more. Jesse turned on the little light bulb hanging on a string. “Nothing supernatural here.” Zoe said. “Just that this closet looks like it came from the nineties.”As Zoe talked, Jesse spotted a wolf mask made for Halloween and put it on. He thought Zoe may hate him for it but he quickly turned around and shouted “Rawr!” Zoe puked out all of the air in her lungs.
“Dammit Jesse, you scared the life out of me.” She said as she punched him in the arm.
“Ow! What, you don’t like Halloween?” he said as he shrugged off the mask. Before Zoe could respond, the door slammed shut on its own. “What the hell?” Jesse said as he ran to the door. He jiggled the handle and slammed against it a few times. The third time he slammed against it the door gave way and Jesse nearly fell to the floor. Zoe let out a blood curdling scream. Jesse looked to see what had scared her, and his blood turned to ice. Blood, bones and other kinds of gore gushed out of every wall and piece of furniture and dripped from the ceiling.
“Okay… okay… uh, d-don’t panic. There has to be some way out of here. You check the door, I’ll check the windows.” Jesse said with a hysterical edge in his voice. Nearly sick to her stomach, Zoe scrambled for the door.
“Locked.”
“Yeah, so are the windows.” Frantically, Jesse tried to find another way out while Zoe banged on the door and screamed for help. Jesse began to head to the kitchen and before he knew it, Zack was on the other side of the front door.
“Hey, you two okay in there? Come out. Stop screaming.”
“Zack! Thank God you’re here! Help us! We can’t get out!” Zoe said hysterically, nearly in tears. Zack tried his side of the door.
“It won’t budge. Let go of the handle.” Zack said.
“I don’t have the handle!” she screamed, then fell to the floor and began to cry, too frightened to make her body work right. Jesse came to her and tried to comfort her.
“Hey, I have an idea. None of this began until we walked into the closet, right? Now that I think about it, we didn’t even see it before. So, I thought, if we go back into the closet, this nightmare might end. What do you think? Wanna get the hell out of this hellhole?”
Zoe slowed her crying and nodded. Jesse helped her up and they began to run for the closet. Suddenly, the floor turned to mush and their feet were being sucked into the floor, slowing their progress. They heard a Whoosh! as a fire lit in the fireplace. The fireplace then stretched and grew and in the sudden fire, out came a mangled man made mostly of bones, with flesh barely clinging to them. The corpse was dressed in fine clothing; Jesse guessed it used to be the most recent owner. Neither Jesse nor Zoe could move as they were both cold with terror. The skeleton man raised his hand and pointed at them, saying “This is my house. You are trespassing! And for that I will add your bones to my collection! You will NEVER leave this house!”
They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They knew, however, that it was all over for them. Zoe refused to believe it. She was too headstrong, and she won’t go down without a fight. Again, that spirit that Jesse admired so much; even in an unbelievable situation as this was, she was still willing to fight. Her will made him strong. He decided if it was going to come to fighting, he would be the one to protect her. She began to trudge toward the closet. When she was halfway there, she noticed Jesse wasn’t behind her. In fact, he was going the opposite way, toward that thing.
“What are you doing, Jesse!?” She screamed.
“Hey, don’t yell at me! He’s the one doing all of this! I want to get us out of here! The only way that’ll happen is if I take him out!”
“No! Jess, he’ll kill you! We have to get to the closet! Besides, it was your idea!” His heart fluttered. Knowing she cared for him, at least a little, gave him more reason to protect her.
“Yeah, that was before he showed up!” Jesse pointed to the skeleton man and continued toward him. When he got close enough to him, he swung. His fist came in contact with the ghost’s boney forehead. The blow to the bare bone nearly crippled Jesse, so he picked up a fire poke and swung at his head again. Before the blow landed, the dead owner sent a shockwave through the room, throwing Jesse and Zoe to the far wall.
“Sh!t, you made him mad, Jesse!” Zoe chastised him. Jesse was a little disoriented from flying though the air. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Then he felt the pain. He touched the back of his head then looked at his hand. He had blood on it. He must have cracked his head on the wall when he slammed against it, that or it was the blood that was already on the wall. There was no way of telling. Zoe screamed again, alarming Jesse. He looked at her then followed her gaze to his leg. The fire poke was sticking out of it.
“Look Jess! We’re near the closet!” Zoe exclaimed. Jesse was unbelievably relieved; he began to try to crawl toward it. Zoe moved to help, and when she did, it made the apparition angry. He motioned and bones began to swing at them. “You cannot escape me!” He shouted.
“Zoe,” Jesse said, “pull the fire poke out of my leg.”
She looked at him incredulously. “I can’t. I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”
“Please, you have to. You are the only one that can. I can’t walk. I can’t even crawl.”
“I-I don’t…I can’t” she stammered and began to cry again. Zack banged on the door again. “Zoe! What’s going on in there?” Zoe had forgotten he was out there. “Go get help!” She called to him. The ghost was startled and the bones stopped attacking for a moment. “Do it now Zoe!” Jesse said to get her attention back. She got her nerve up, put one hand on his leg and the other on the fire poke and yanked with all her might. Jesse screamed at the wave of pain that coursed through his whole body. He then tore a strip of clothing from his shirt and tied it around his leg to slow the bleeding.
Jesse picked up the fire poke and Zoe helped him up. They slowly made their way to the closet. The whole way Jesse whacked the bones that began to attack them again while Zoe supported him.
They finally made it to the closet, but before they could get inside, the ghost used his supernatural powers and the floor beneath them moved and they were suddenly yards away from it and closer to the ghost.
“No! Dammit, I hate this b@stard!” Zoe said. With his head and leg in pain, Jesse began to feel an overwhelming sense of loss. In the past hour he has felt love, anger, pain, and now it has come to sorrow. He thought he would never be sane again if he ever got through this.
“Sh!t! Jess, we have to do something, we can’t get near the closet. This b@stard won’t let us.”
“Do you have any ideas?”
“No, not yet. I’m thinking though. Help me out some.”
“Here, take the fire poke, you may need this, just in case. Okay, I know we can’t get near the closet and we can’t get near this dude. There must be something.”
“Jesse! Look out!” She shouted as skulls came flying at them. Jesse pulled Zoe to the floor and got on top of her to protect her from the flying bones. “It doesn’t matter what you do, you will die tonight!” Said the zombie owner.
“Zoe, if we don’t make it through this there’s something I want you to know.”
“What are you talking about? We need to find a way out of this. We are not going to die.”
“No, Zoe, listen…”
“Don’t talk nonsense, just think!”
“I LOVE YOU!”
“What?”
“I said I love you. I always have. I wanted you to know so I wouldn’t end up like this guy, with my soul grieving because I never told you.”
Zoe didn’t know how to respond. Her mind had become numb from the revelation. The only thing that reacted to his confession is her fluttering heart. A very large bone hit him in the head and he cried out and her heart ached for him. She felt as though she were going to cry, they were going to die and she doesn’t know if her feelings for him would make any difference. The situation seemed increasingly hopeless. Then they heard a BANG, BANG, BANG! as Zack had returned and yelled through the door to them, “Hey, are you ok in there?” “Zack! Did you get help?” Zoe called from under Jesse.
“I called the police but they thought I was just pulling a prank. I’m sorry Zoe, but no one is coming to help. It’s just me!”
Once again, the apparition was startled by Zack. “Zoe, now’s your chance, go knock his head off! Go, now!” Jesse got off of her so she could attempt to hurt the ghost. Just like before, the floor moved. Before she got too far away, she threw it and it sailed through the air. She wasn’t sure if it was going to hit its target, but she didn’t look back to make sure. She had knelt down and helped Jesse up as the ghost was distracted. Before they had taken two steps, there was a SHINK, and then “AAGGHH!!” Jesse and Zoe turned around and saw the fire poke sticking out of the poltergeists head and went all the way through to the wall in the fireplace.
As it was trying to get free, Jesse and Zoe moved as quickly as they could to the closet. They had finally made it in and Zoe slammed the door behind them and things instantly quieted. They waited a few moments, just in case. “It’s quiet.” Zoe whispered. She cracked the door open and peeked out. Things seemed normal again. Unexpectedly, Zack was sitting on the chair closest to the front door.
“Zack, how did you get in? I thought the door was locked.” Zoe said.
“What do you mean? The door was unlocked and I’ve been sitting here for about five minutes.”
“That’s impossible, I checked it myself.”
“How else did I get in? I didn’t break in, you can even check the door if you want. You won’t find any sign of forced entry. What happened to your leg Jesse?”
“I was stabbed by a fire poke, Zack.” Jesse explained.
“How?” Zack asked. “When?”
“It was like two or three minutes ago. The ghost did something and I went sailing across the room. Don’t you remember hearing anything weird?”
“No,” Zack said slowly, “I remember hearing Zoe scream so I came in, then I heard her saying how much you scared her. Then you come out of the closet looking like you two saw a ghost and from the sounds of it, you need a shrink.”
Jesse and Zoe exchanged and incredulous look. Jesse looked at his watch. “Zoe, look.” The time said twelve thirty. “We came in at midnight. There is absolutely no way that the entire time we have been in this house took thirty minutes. The owner clearly doesn’t like visitors. I think we should leave. Now.”
“Jesse, what are you talking about?” asked Zack.
“Don’t you remember anything from the past few minutes?”
“What I remember is sitting here while you two were in the closet.”
“Why doesn’t he remember?” Jesse said to Zoe.
“I don’t know, but we should get you to the hospital, Jess.” Said Zoe.
“Yeah, that looks nasty.” Zack stated.
And then Jesse woke up. He looked around his bedroom then checked his leg. No blood or even a scratch. Disbelief colored his face. He slapped himself to make sure he wasn’t dead or still dreaming. His mother came in to make sure he was up in time to get ready for school. When Jesse was sure he was just dreaming and is now awake, he got up and got dressed. When he got to school he went and hung out with his usual crowd. He noticed they were playing truth or dare. When Zack’s turn came around, he turned to Jesse and said “Hey Jess, do you believe in ghost stories?”

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Consider anything, only don't cry...

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NickiG
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posted December 05, 2010 05:16 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for NickiG     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
This was also inspired by that same dream


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Consider anything, only don't cry...

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Ami Anne
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posted December 05, 2010 10:43 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ami Anne     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Thank you so much for posting this. I look forward to reading every word ,tomorrow.'
I am tired and upset from the happenings we discussed so am going to bed.
I love you, Nicki

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posted December 08, 2010 01:33 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for NickiG     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
bump

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posted December 16, 2010 07:41 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Randall     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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