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Hello and welcome to my story page. This is where I will have many of the strange things that are floating in my head written. This includes stories, poetry and anything else I decide to stick here. If you have anything you would like to add or comment on please email me or stick it in my guestbook and I'll add it here. Some of this stuff may be roughdrafts so come back and see what I've done to change them.
Go To: The Maneating Easter Bunny Where's The Basketball? Ghostly Toenails A Belt
It was a warm spring afternoon, Kevin could smell the fragrance of mingled laundry detergents and softeners as he carried his duffel bag into the Laundromat. He hated to do laundry but he loved how the room smelled while he did it. For some reason it always reminded him of home and his childhood. It was strange how certain fragrances would bring back lost memories.
"Well," he thought to himself "if I gotta be here I can at least get some reading done while I wait." And with that he started to sort his clothes and toss them into the washers.
Kevin was a tall thin man, rather stringy to be exact, but a decent looking man none the less. He was in his late thirties with no urge to marry, for his own reasons. He had plenty of girlfriends throughout his life but he was determined to remain a bachelor.
Finally, with all his washers going he sat down to catch up on reading documents from work. It wasn't the most entertaining reading but it had to be done eventually. The afternoon dragged on slowly. Kevin decided to close his eyes for a little while and just relax. When he opened them again a young woman and her toddler son were across from where he was sitting loading their washers.
The woman was nice looking, probably in her late twenties. She loaded each washer as her son ran around the machines, falling several times in the process. He never started crying though, he just got back up and started again. Kevin smiled to himself and started his reading again.
As the sun started to lower in the sky, shooting beams across the room, Kevin started to put his laundry in several of the dryers. Behind him the woman and her son were playing patty cake. The little boy couldn't say the words right yet-just baby talk, but he was trying.
It took Kevin back to when he was a little kid playing with his brothers and sister. He would never admit it back then but he liked singing nursery rhymes with his older sister when he was little. Anytime his older brothers would catch him though he would be teased about it for days on end. Those were great days regardless of being teased occasionally.
Kevin sat back down to read again but he started to get flashes of memories as he watched the little boy play with some trucks his mother had brought along to pass the time. Kevin remembered trips that the family had gone on, holidays filled with joy and love and the comradory that he had always felt with his siblings.
He also remembered bad times though too. His family was never well off when he was growing up and they had to struggle but they managed to get by. One of his brothers, Jimmy, attracted accidents. It seemed a year didn't go by that Jimmy didn't break one bone or another. But all in all things went well until his eldest brother, Philip, died tragically. The family was just shattered when they heard the news. But Kevin some how already knew his brother had gone. He never mentioned it to his family but at the approximate moment of his brothers death he felt as though some thing passed through him. He knew Philip was gone. It seemed to Kevin that his father never recovered from the death of his eldest son and a year later his father past away as well.
The shrill cry of the dryer snapped Kevin back from his memories. He began folding his clothes very quickly as to avoid wrinkles. Right as Kevin was putting the last of his clothes in his duffel bag he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He looked down and there was the little boy standing right in front of him. The little boy had the strangest smile on his face, a look of complete and utter joy, it remined him of someone.
He ran to Kevin, wrapped his chubby little arms around one of Kevin's legs and shouted "KEVIN!". At that moment Kevin and the boys mother looked at each other.
"What the...?" was all Kevin managed to say when the boy shouted his name again, clear as a bell, grinning that strange yet familiar grin.
The boy's mother came to her son's side and said "That's the first word he has ever said."
This is just a cute little story that I was told at a party about a month ago. I think it's kind of funny but you may think it's stupid...maybe it's a girl thing.
Here we are at this party and my friend Shannon tells us this...."Last Easter my sister took my nephew to go see the Easter Bunny. He was all excited on the way but after standing in the line for awhile he started to get scared. When he was the next in line he said he didn't want to go sit on the Easter Bunny's lap and when asked why he said 'The Easter Bunny eats men!'. My sister was quite confussed for a while but then realized that he could see the man *in* the bunny costume head and therefore thought the Easter Bunny had eatten a man."
My son (3years old) and his little cousin James were playing basketball and as kids do they lost interest in the game and went on to something else. After a while they wanted to play ball again and could not find the basketball. In comes my husbands sister and she is around 8 months pregnant. My son looks at her and declares that she ate the basketball. No amount of explaining would deter his decision on this. We went out and found another basketball but still for awhile longer he was dead determined that she had eaten his basketball.
Barbara Whitmore
It was a crisp fall morning and Jill felt tired even though she just woke up from a ten hour snooze. Her grandmother had been coming in every thirty minutes to try and get her up to eat breakfast. But since she had the first in a series of three surgeries, she just couldn't get up as easily as before. She could hear the TV playing in the other room. It was one of her grandmother's soaps she liked to keep up with. Jill decided to get something to eat on her own instead of bothering her grandmother during her show.
Jill was fifteen and had been ill for over a year before tellling anyone about it. She knew what it was even though the doctors her mother kept taking her to thought it was just anemia that was causing her sluggishness and low blood count. She had looked up her symptoms in one of those family medical books that are always advertised on TV or in magazines as a 'free gift'. It could have been one of two things ulcerative colitus or cancer. But she knew, or at least hoped, it wasn't cancer since there was none in the family. But either way she would have to have surgery to solve the problem and that was out of the question at the time. So she let it get worse until she weighed only 98 pounds. She decided then that she didn't want to die a skeleton and told her mother.
Jill got out of bed and made her slow way to the kitchen. It was hard to get around since the heavy steroid treatments had eatten way her muscles and turned her face in to a moon pie. Sometimes she couldn't even get up on her own after sitting in a chair or on the floor to pet the dogs. But she was deterimined to do things on her own.
After stoping at the kitchen table to catch her breath, she grabbed a bowl out of the sink and started to grab some fruit out of the refrigerator. Click, Click, Click.
"Hi Wolfy." She said as she raised her head from the refrigerator. But the dog wasn't there. "I could have sworn I heard him come in." She said to herself. Jill continued fixing her bowl of fruit and grabbed a soda when she was ready to head back to her room.
Just as she rounded the courner a little black dog trotted past, toe nails clicking on the cool linoleum floor, nearly making her fall over. "WHOA!" Jill shouted. "Watch it mutt." she said but as soon as it came out of her mouth she realized something. "Granny doesn't have a black dog." she whispered. Just then her grandmother came up behind her. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"Just getting something to eat. I didn't want to bother you." Jill said with a puzzled look on her face. Her grandmother was about to scold her for being silly but Jill cut her off. "Granny, come sit with me a minute I have a question I want to ask you."
They sat down at a little table in the corner of Jill's room by the widow. Sun beams were dancing on the floor and the wind was blowing just enough to make the windows squeal. Wolfy came in and layed down at Jill's feet.
"Granny, did you ever have a little black dog with white feet? A Pug maybe?" Jill asked as she took a bite of bananna. "Why, yes I did. How did you know that? I haven't ever told you about Mit."
"Did his toe nails click on the floor a lot, like Wolfy's do sometimes?" Her grandmother just stared at her and then nodded. "Well Granny, I just about tripped over his ghost then, as I was rounding the courner in there."
Jill's grandmother just started laughing and laughing. "I guess it was him then." She said. "He always did that to me too!"
"Oh no, not again." Sam thought as she rolled over in bed trying to avoid the inevitable.
For the last six nights a horrible feeling would come over her as she lay in bed trying to sleep. Then it would happen, a black cloud would enter her room, hover over her, slam down like a coffin lid and then disappear. And every night she would call home to see that everyone was alright.
It was effecting her school work and her family thought she was going crazy, calling them so late at night. But she couldn't tell anyone exactly what was happening because they would *know* she was going crazy.
The phone rang at 8:30 in the morning. "Who's dead?" Sam thought as she reached for the phone. "Hey, sleepy head! What are you doing still sleeping? I've been waiting thirty minutes already."
"Oh, hi Betsy. I'm sorry I didn't sleep well again last night." Sam had been helping Betsy work on getting her lifeguard certificate for about a month now. Sam wasn't a very good swimmer so that made her the perfect subject in Betsy's eyes. Sam still wasn't comfortable in the water but there were lots of people at the pool if she did get in to trouble in the water.
"That's ok because I thought we could go to the park and ride bikes instead of practicing. The rain has stopped and it looks like it's going to be a really nice day."
"Ok Bets, that sounds good. I can be ready in about an hour."
"I'll pick you up then. Bye!" Besty said as she hung up the phone.
It was 9:20 and Sam was almost ready to go, but she felt a little weird. Sort of panicky. Then all of a sudden A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! Was being screamed in her head. "I am going crazy. What the HELL is happening to me!!!" She screamed. The voice in her head was getting louder and louder. She ran from room to room searching for a belt, any belt just so the voice would stop.
Then she realized she didn't even own a belt, she hated the way that they made her feel around her waist. Then there was a knock at the door. It was Besty.
"Besty, do you have a belt I can borrow?" Sam almost yelled at her.
"No, what's wrong with you? Are you ok?" Betsy had never see Sam so freaked out.
Sam pushed past her knocking on her neighbors doors. She knocked on eight doors before Betsy had to drag her away. Now her neighbors were going to know she was crazy too.
By the time they reached the park the screaming in her head had stopped and she was feeling better. The sun had burnt all the remaining clouds away and the sun on her face made her feel even better. All she wanted was to ride around and forget about what had happened to her that morning.
They rode all over the park watching other people who came out to enjoy the sunny day as well. "Let's go down by the river to cool off for a bit." Betsy suggested. As they reached a bend in the trail they heard a scream from the river. That horrible feeling rushed over Sam so quickly she nearly fell off her bike.
When they reached the source of the scream they saw what had happened. The river was swollen from the long rains that had been pouring down for days. There in the water was a man on a horse trying to cross what normaly was only a foot or so of river water.
A chill ran down Sam's spine and her heart began to pound. It was starting.
The horse, a rental, knew the routine and thought he was supposed to cross at that point as usual. A wave of water was coming, surging too fast for the man and horse to move back or forward. It overcame them and as it past the man was swept off the horse and the screaming in Sam's head began again.
A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT! A BELT!
She could hear the sounds of a coffin lid slamming shut and the roaring of the rushing water. She ran down the side of the river. She could see the man bobbing up and down in the water, arms flailing, searching for something, anything to grab on to.
"Somebody do something!" She screamed as she pushed through the crowd that had grown, searching for someone wearing a belt, a belt, a belt.
No one was wearing a belt.
"Look, there are enough of us here to make a human chain to reach him. We can save him, we have to save him. Please someone..." She trailed off, no one was going to help that man. They all stood there like deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car.
She turned back and saw that the man had grabbed a hold of a branch but was slipping away. She took off her jeans and started to wade into the water. She through them toward the man telling him to grab them and she would pull him in. But he couldn't hold on any longer and was swept down the river.
The screaming in her head stopped.
She felt someone pulling her out of the water. The firemen had arrived. "I know where he is if you go down past that tree you can catch him. It's not too late." The fireman just shook his head. The rest of his team started searching where the man had fallen in.
Four hours later they found the man. Exactly where Sam had said he was.
When they pulled out his wallet, crying, she grabbed it to see who that man was. He was a tourist from up north. The fireman asked, "Did you know that guy?". "No." She replied. "Then why are you crying?" He asked. She just stared at him.
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