Midnight Decision_Memories of a Halloween_Slumber Party_Forgettable and on the run
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Midnight Decision
“Are you Adelaine?”My eyelids quiver as I attempt to open them. One eye opens, but there’s nothing to see other than a heavy mist. The voice speaks again. “You must be Adelaine. I was told you were on your way.”With both eyes open I stare into the fog. I twist right and left, but see no one. “Look up.”Above the mist is a translucent figure with long, flowing white hair, and she’s wearing a black t-shirt and fashionable jeans. “I am Adelaine. Who are you and where am I?”The being floated down to my eye level.“Just call me Guide. From now until midnight I’m here to help you. You’re in the ghost ...
Memories of a Halloween
-The Dad-You may wonder why I would remember such a trivial night from so many years ago. I will tell you what, for us Halloween is everything but trivial. It is more special than any other night of the year, even birthdays or Christmases.Isabella was five years old when we decided to take her trick-or-treating for the first time. A little too late, you might think. But her mom took ill three months after our daughter was born. In between hospitals, work, cooking, and cleaning there was barely any time left to go out with the kids. We had two children: Isabella and Hugo. Our five year old girl...
Slumber Party
“So, we’re really going to do this?”Isabelle’s words came out as a puff of white against the chill darkness.I ignored her question and gestured towards a hulking shape in the distance. “Just over here. It’s perfect!”The October night could not have been more ideal. It was crisp and clear and the full moon so bright we didn’t need flashlights to navigate. The polished gleam of the headstones was easy towww.onedoor.cc make out. Leaves crunched under Isabelle’s feet as she walked rather more forcefully than was necessary.It was clear just how ill at ease she was when she stumbled over a small branch. I heard h...
Forgettable and on the run
I was late. Again. I was almost running down the streets of Chestertown. One would think that after two weeks of living in a new town you get used to the new adress and everything. I mean, at least you don't get lost on your way home from the grocery store. Well … not me. I still have my brain programmed to walk the streets of Evendale, my hometown and the least favourite place on earth. I don't know, why. Maybe because it's still early days and it's that time of the month again that makes me restless no matter where I am so I can't focus on anything. Two weeks ago I thought I could run from i...