Ditixa Prajapati
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“Scary Red Balloon”
When I was a child, I suffered terribly with bad dreams. At least, I was told they were dreams. The first time I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of knocking coming from my closet, I got out of bed and walked across the room. I stood quietly, staring at the closet door. The door rattled hard. I stood back and gasped with horror. "The never silence," hello," I said cautiously, grasping the handle. I slowly pulled the closet door open, but no one was there. I told my parents what happened, and they said not to worry, as it was just a bad dream. But a few nights later, I was again woken from my sleep by someone calling out my name. The whispering voice was coming from the closet. I walked over to it and tentatively opened the door. There was nothing but darkness. But in that darkness stood what looked like a figure of a clown. It seemed a long way away, and it was waving before it broke into a little tap dance. Then it stopped, and it began to run towards me. As it got closer, I could see a horrible, monstrous look upon its painted face. I screamed and panicked, slamming the closet door shut. My parents rushed into the room where I was crying, curled up in a ball on the floor. These visions continued on and off throughout my childhood. I have no idea how and why they started. I was taken to doctors and psychiatrists, where I was always assured they were just dreams. As I got older, the dreams did get less and less, and when I reached adulthood, they appeared to have stopped altogether. Until one night at university, I woke in the middle of the night, and there standing over me was the clown from my childhood, holding a red balloon. "Hello, Jack, remember me?" I closed my eyes and said over and over to myself, "It's just a dream, it's just a dream." And when I opened my eyes, the clown had gone. But when I sat up in bed the next morning, tied to the end of my bed was a red balloon.
By Ditixa Prajapati18 days ago in Fiction
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Mike Heron: The Great Smoky Mountains is a stunning mountain range that spans the border of North Carolina and Tennessee. It is home to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, which covers a vast area of approximately 520,000 acres. The park boasts hundreds of miles of trails, making it a popular destination for hikers and explorers. It also offers excellent camping opportunities. With so many people passing through each year, it seems impossible to go missing without a trace, especially if you are familiar with the area. However, that is exactly what happened to 51-year-old Mike Heron in 2008.
By Ditixa Prajapati19 days ago in Fiction