Sheils Writes

It’s 6 am, I’m in a half sleep, half awake state of mind.  I guess I drift off.

(Dream starts here).

Now I’m in a house, looks a lot like mine but different.   My husband is in the main room.  I say, “I can’t believe we did it, bought this house, sight unseen.”  He says, “yeah, crazy.” So, “did you look in the closets?”  “Yes, they left a bunch of old clothes behind in this one”, he says.  “Really?, Ugh, OK, I’ll start bagging them up and take them to Goodwill, I guess. What about the 2nd room?” “I don’t know he says, I haven’t looked in there.”

I go in the second room, it’s still set up like a child’s bedroom, very old bedding, smells musty, there’s a desk and the drawers are full of papers, toys – like someone left in a hurry.  I slide open the closet doors, cobwebs, dusty.  I scan from one side to the next, top to bottom.  Old GI Joe’s lined up neatly on a shoe rack, old pillow people, worn, tattered, dusty.  Hmmm.  I close the closet doors and walk out.  I can see I have my work cut out for me.

I sit with my husband in the living room.  Now I hear a whimpering sound coming from that 2nd room.  Very matter of fact, I walk back in there and there’s a small girl, maybe 10 or so on the bed now, dark hair, pale.  I pick her up and take her to the living room.  I hold her, I tell everything will be ok.  I put her back in her bed, tuck her in and head out.  Tell my husband, “how strange is that?  There’s a ghost child in our house.”  He says, “oh wow, really.”

We go out to the store for a few things, now it gets even stranger.  I’m walking around and all of a sudden I have thorns, the thorniest thorns I’ve ever seen growing out of my fingernails.  My husband starts uncontrollably doing some odd dance, he can’t stop.  People are staring at us.  Wouldn’t you?  We hear murmuring, we hear “that’s the couple that bought that house”, “The haunted house?”, “Yes, they didn’t research it before they got it, they just dropped all their money on it.”

Research, ok, let me research it – come to find out it’s at the highest most point on the street.  If you put a dot right at where the house is and draw 2 diagonal lines, then 2 straight lines to the bottom of the road, it’s clear as day that it sits in the danger zone, the haunted zone, it’s creepy, I’m scared.  I don’t know what we are going to do, our life savings.  A demon child lives in the house.  I tell my husband.   He says,  “oh wow, really, we can make that work”, and we did. The 3 of them live happily ever after.

The End