Scary stories

19 May 2014

Nakita's Cat

“I always thought my cat had a staring problem- she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day I realized she was looking just behind be,” admitted Nakita, “I turn to look what she is staring at but there is never anything there.”

“What do you think she is staring at? Cats are weird. They stare at things,” responded Javaneh.

“See I thought the same thing but she doesn't just look, she stares at me. Her eyes get really big and her tail doesn't move. Like she is entranced. And she doesn't look behind me like at the wall, she is staring just behind my ears like someone is right behind me! Freaks me out dude,” replied Nakita.

“You should just take a selfie,” laughed Javaneh.

Nakita thought about it for a minute. Maybe she should but did she really want to? She really did not want to see what was behind her. It hadn't bothered her yet right? That night she was sitting on the edge of her bed, feet dangling off, and her cat had sat right in front of her, staring again. Nakita's palms were sweaty and her heart was pounding.

“What the hell are you looking at?” barked Nakita at her cat.

She pulled out her phone and took a picture. She made sure not to take a front facing picture. She wasn't sure she really wanted to see it. Building up her courage, Nakita edged towards her wall at the pillow end of her bed. She figured if something was behind her, it couldn't stay there with her back against the wall. She took a deep breath and flipped her phone over to see the picture. Sitting behind her in the picture was a ghostly face of a woman with hollow eyes, stringy hair and a missing jaw. Just then Nakita's cat hissed and a voice whispered in her ear, Nakita, before she felt a bone chilling freeze go through her whole body. The end.

20 May 2014

Jennifer's Burial

Death was never a fear of mine. I have always been a woman of God so dying in my very aged state of life was obviously the next step. I was ready, or so I thought. Now I lay here and can't do much. My soul is gone. I have no connection with it or with the rest of my body for that matter. My brain is still thinking though. I can't move, breath speak or hear and it's so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead. How amazing is life that we wistfully think of our bodies in a coffin but really it's nothing but bones in there. Its not just bones. I am here. I want to scream but I can't. I can't even hear the worms churning the dirt in my fresh grave. My tombstone read Jennifer Lynn Gerdes... Loving mother, sister, daughter, wife. Now I am just a decaying body with nothing, not even a soul to comfort me. How do I go on? I am forced to endure total darkness, utter silence. The loneliness is the worst. The voices of my loved ones are far gone, the touch of my sweet husband is unmemorable and I am just alone. Alone forever in a coffin, six feet under with nothing but darkness to fill my thoughts.