Post by pixie on Apr 18, 2008 22:42:57 GMT -5
i don't think it's comedy... just another crappy story really, oh well...
I woke unwillingly, my dream left unfinished. This was the fifth night in a row I had been unable to sleep properly and by now I was fed up. As I lazily opened my eyes a slither I realised it was still night. The ominous glow of my alarm clock alerted me that it was 2 o'clock. I sat up, blindly rubbing my eyes in the dark as my heavy lids tried to slide shut again and shivered. I was sprawled on the floor, freezing without the warmth of my cosy blanket. After the disbelief of falling from my bed had passed I finally managed to crawl back under my welcoming covers and gather a deep breath.
At first, I thought it was the intake of cool air that caused me to shiver but as my eyes peeled open it became blatantly obvious that this was not the case. I froze as I gazed at the end of my bed. A young child greeted me with an empty stare. She stood as if a statue, clutching her toy doll and holding her old nightgown with her other hand.
I regained control as the shock slowly passed and forced myself to close my eyes. "She's not real. She's not there. Don't be afraid." I repeated in my mind in an attempt to send the girl away. I tried to steady my racing heart, releasing a slow, steady breath. When I opened my eyes again the girl was closer to me, close enough that had she wanted she could easily touch my quaking body. I was unsettled by her hollow gaze as I peered through her pale face.
She reached out to me, beckoning. She moved strangely, at a snail's pace, as if she didn't want to scare me. Her lips began moving, but no sound escaped. She was trying to tell me something. I flinched as her hand drew closer and I turned my face away. After a moment my head snapped back out of curiosity. She was gone.
I blinked angrily over and over determined to somehow will her back to my room, then paused. Was my curiosity truly that great that I wanted that terrifying child to return? I sighed as the anxiety turned to relief and turned my light on, switching on a CD to listen to as I waited for the morning light. Too afraid to close my eyes yet too afraid to shut them I decided to read a book to ease my stressed mind.
I took the first book I came across on my shelf and returned to bed. As I became engulfed in the story I instantly regretted my choice in novel. It was a horror story of vampires and demons. I snapped the book shut and tossed it to the floor, rubbing my eyes with my palms and running my fingers through my hair. I curled into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs and tucking my knees under my chin. I stayed like that for the rest of the night my mind wandering as I relaxed to my metal music.
Finally morning came just after 7 o'clock and I happily jumped up onto my stiff legs which gave way and crumpled to the floor. Feeling a sudden wave of dizziness and pain I realised that my ankle was now sprained and decided to sit for a minute before attempting to rise again. When the room stopped spinning and the walls stuck in place I limped to the bathroom to take a warm shower and massage some relief into my nerve-wracked muscles.
"Hello Samantha, what's got you up so early?" Mum asked, seeming confused, "And why are you limping?" I suppose it was a little unnatural. Normally I slept in on the weekends. My family considered me nocturnal by nature and the only time I ever woke up was to go out.
"Um…nothing really." I replied hoarsely. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was. I rubbed my throat and went straight to the fridge for my water bottle gulping it all down without a breath and coughed. The icy water stung my dry throat. I turned to see my Mum staring at me from across the room. "I swear it's nothing."
"Hmmm…"
"I didn't sleep last night again, that's all."
"Ok then why don't we see the doctor today and get you something to help you sleep?"
"Ohh…Mum!" I moaned. I hated the doctor and sedatives wouldn't cure this problem. I sighed in defeat. "It's not a medical thing. Do you remember that little girl that I saw when I was little? Well she was in my room last night."
"The one that Tim saw as well?" she remarked, seemingly unconcerned as she tried to work out how to open her jar of jam. I stared at her curiously. Since when had my brother seen the ghost? "Didn't he tell you? He saw the same little girl a few years ago."
"But I thought I was the only one? No one believed me." I replied in shock.
"No you two have both seen the same ghost." she explained.
"Is that so?" My mind whirled with new ideas. A wide grin spread across my face in understanding and the fear I'd felt the night before evaporated. Clever brother.
"Oh don't tell me…" Mum began recognising my expression. "That's it; this prank war has gone on long enough. You're both grounded." Mum yelled. She seemed tired and irritated.
"No! Just give me one more day." I cried. The war wasn't over yet and I was going to win. At least now I knew where my projector disappeared to. I shook my head in disgust; using my own inventions against me, how pathetic. Not to worry. He might have my projector, but I've got some pretty lights and an apple gun. Tonight he would be the one curled up in a ball…
I woke unwillingly, my dream left unfinished. This was the fifth night in a row I had been unable to sleep properly and by now I was fed up. As I lazily opened my eyes a slither I realised it was still night. The ominous glow of my alarm clock alerted me that it was 2 o'clock. I sat up, blindly rubbing my eyes in the dark as my heavy lids tried to slide shut again and shivered. I was sprawled on the floor, freezing without the warmth of my cosy blanket. After the disbelief of falling from my bed had passed I finally managed to crawl back under my welcoming covers and gather a deep breath.
At first, I thought it was the intake of cool air that caused me to shiver but as my eyes peeled open it became blatantly obvious that this was not the case. I froze as I gazed at the end of my bed. A young child greeted me with an empty stare. She stood as if a statue, clutching her toy doll and holding her old nightgown with her other hand.
I regained control as the shock slowly passed and forced myself to close my eyes. "She's not real. She's not there. Don't be afraid." I repeated in my mind in an attempt to send the girl away. I tried to steady my racing heart, releasing a slow, steady breath. When I opened my eyes again the girl was closer to me, close enough that had she wanted she could easily touch my quaking body. I was unsettled by her hollow gaze as I peered through her pale face.
She reached out to me, beckoning. She moved strangely, at a snail's pace, as if she didn't want to scare me. Her lips began moving, but no sound escaped. She was trying to tell me something. I flinched as her hand drew closer and I turned my face away. After a moment my head snapped back out of curiosity. She was gone.
I blinked angrily over and over determined to somehow will her back to my room, then paused. Was my curiosity truly that great that I wanted that terrifying child to return? I sighed as the anxiety turned to relief and turned my light on, switching on a CD to listen to as I waited for the morning light. Too afraid to close my eyes yet too afraid to shut them I decided to read a book to ease my stressed mind.
I took the first book I came across on my shelf and returned to bed. As I became engulfed in the story I instantly regretted my choice in novel. It was a horror story of vampires and demons. I snapped the book shut and tossed it to the floor, rubbing my eyes with my palms and running my fingers through my hair. I curled into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs and tucking my knees under my chin. I stayed like that for the rest of the night my mind wandering as I relaxed to my metal music.
Finally morning came just after 7 o'clock and I happily jumped up onto my stiff legs which gave way and crumpled to the floor. Feeling a sudden wave of dizziness and pain I realised that my ankle was now sprained and decided to sit for a minute before attempting to rise again. When the room stopped spinning and the walls stuck in place I limped to the bathroom to take a warm shower and massage some relief into my nerve-wracked muscles.
"Hello Samantha, what's got you up so early?" Mum asked, seeming confused, "And why are you limping?" I suppose it was a little unnatural. Normally I slept in on the weekends. My family considered me nocturnal by nature and the only time I ever woke up was to go out.
"Um…nothing really." I replied hoarsely. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was. I rubbed my throat and went straight to the fridge for my water bottle gulping it all down without a breath and coughed. The icy water stung my dry throat. I turned to see my Mum staring at me from across the room. "I swear it's nothing."
"Hmmm…"
"I didn't sleep last night again, that's all."
"Ok then why don't we see the doctor today and get you something to help you sleep?"
"Ohh…Mum!" I moaned. I hated the doctor and sedatives wouldn't cure this problem. I sighed in defeat. "It's not a medical thing. Do you remember that little girl that I saw when I was little? Well she was in my room last night."
"The one that Tim saw as well?" she remarked, seemingly unconcerned as she tried to work out how to open her jar of jam. I stared at her curiously. Since when had my brother seen the ghost? "Didn't he tell you? He saw the same little girl a few years ago."
"But I thought I was the only one? No one believed me." I replied in shock.
"No you two have both seen the same ghost." she explained.
"Is that so?" My mind whirled with new ideas. A wide grin spread across my face in understanding and the fear I'd felt the night before evaporated. Clever brother.
"Oh don't tell me…" Mum began recognising my expression. "That's it; this prank war has gone on long enough. You're both grounded." Mum yelled. She seemed tired and irritated.
"No! Just give me one more day." I cried. The war wasn't over yet and I was going to win. At least now I knew where my projector disappeared to. I shook my head in disgust; using my own inventions against me, how pathetic. Not to worry. He might have my projector, but I've got some pretty lights and an apple gun. Tonight he would be the one curled up in a ball…