They got their Lesson_Paranormal? Laughter... I talk to the dead all the time.. And no one notices._
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They got their Lesson
So, it was a nice morning, granny was reading magazines sitting comfortably on her armchair and I was in the backyard, just playing alone with my toys.Meanwhile, I shivered as she shouted in her high pitch voice saying, "You brat!" I just stood up and drop that flower on the bundle and she ran off to me."What are you doing, Roseline?" She asked."Nothing much, granny, just plucking the flowerswww.onedoor.cc," I replied in a sweet voice."Ohh, so my girl is just plucking the flower," she said making me feeling more uncomfortable."Yes!" I replied."Why are you doing so?" She asked."Because I love these flowers."...
Paranormal? Laughter... I talk to the dead all the time.. And no one notices.
Let me be honest. I am disabled. I am missing an eye, a foot, and my mind.My mind, I debate with myself if I am missing or not. But I am assured by the Shrink I was taken to that I am dead. And? He wanted for me to pay him money for my visits.So? I took him some place. How? Shh. I am what I am.Afterwards, instead of visits costing me money. He prescribed pills, and that was that. I did not have to go to his office.What did I show him? I showed him the truth about reality.Scary? Sure, I suppose if you were him. Makes you realize you are in a game called life and someone else might be playing yo...
The Room
The room was dark. Cold. It was impersonal; untouched by friendly voices, light, or mirth. It had been this way for years. Nothing adorned the walls save some white paint. Nothing decorated the dark wood floor to lessen the chill. The bed was saggy in the center as if it had once seen years of use and the coverlet was frayed around the edges. Now, nothing but the dust gathering in the corners seemed to inhabit the space. A photograph in a black frame on a worn out nightstand lay face down, suggesting it had either tipped or been placed that way on purpose. The lamp with its shabby yellow-cloth...
Ye Olde Library
It was a foggy afternoon in the city. Claire had finished her shift at the convenience store and was making her way back home. Having lived in the city for so long, she had gotten to know all the short cuts and alleyways. She made her way towards one of the alleyways, but instead was greeted by a red sign saying ‘Road works’. Claire huffed, before turning on her heels and walking towards another of the alleywaysShe rarely used this route, as it was longer than her usual walk, but also the roads were cobbled which made them difficult to walk on. Through the fog, she saw a dim light on the right...