Felicia Ann Anderson
Bio
I am married, with 2 kids and 2 grandkids. I am a stay home spouse that works from home. In my spare time,I love to spend time with my family, I am also an identical twin.
Stories (3/0)
Don't Scream Or You Will Die
One day, a lady name Carol found a home in Louisiana on a street named Elm Street. Before Carol decided to move she went to a bar around the corner from the home where she really wanted to move. This bar was in an alley, you had to get in the bar through the alley door. Many people went to this bar during the day and that's where Carol introduced herself to everyone including the bartender who was also the owner of the bar. While Carol was holding a conversation with the bartender she asked him why was he working behind the bar, he then said he needed to hire someone that had experience bartending. Carol told him that she was a bartender at her last job in New York, but she decided after 12 years she wanted a change of atmosphere. She would come to New Orleans with her friends for Mardi Gras every year and she loved the music, the food, and just the whole vibe of New Orleans, so she decided to move to New Orleans. The Bartender asked her if she could bring in her resume he would take a look at it to see her qualifications then maybe he would consider hiring her. he then asked her if she had transportation to get to work, and she said no I don't but I'll be moving on around the corner on Elm Street. Everyone in the bar got quiet, Then the bartender told her the story about the ghost of Elm Street, while everyone sat and listen. you could see the fear in the eyes of the people in the bar, you could literally feel the fear in the room. As the bartender told the story you could see the hair raise from the bartenders arms. He was scared just telling the story about the ghost of Elm Street. But Carol didn't pay that story any mind she knew about the voodoo in New Orleans but ghost was the least of her worry. Carol told the bartender and everyone that was listening to the story that already knew about the ghost on elm street, to hear Carol say it's the living I worry about not the dead. Carol then went on and said she liked the home and that she will be moving on Elm Street tomorrow morning. The Bartender asked her would she reconsider moving there and that no one lives on that street. he told Carol that she would be alone and if she was to get in any trouble no one would be there to help her, Again that didn't phase her, she still was determined to move to Elm Street. Carol told the bartender she didn't have a car and if she would get the job she would be around the corner. As Carol got ready to leave the bar he told her he would need someone to bartend on the night shift but if he considered her app he would reccommend that she didn't come to work on October 30th the night before Halloween. She looked at him with a grin on her face and walk out of the bar through the alley door. The alley that's connected to elm street. The following day which is October 30 the night before Halloween Carol bought her resume to the bartender he then hired her. He told her to not come to work tonight he stressed to her to stay home and lock the doors do not come out for anything again she brushes it off. Night fell and Carol Decided she was going to prove that nothing was going to happen to her and that the story was all it was just a story and there was no such thing as a ghost on Elm Street. Carol Moved in that morning, while enjoying her home, Carol couldn't wait to go to work and prove to everyone that she was able to walk to work and nothing happened. Carol's shift starts at 12 midnight, Carol decided to leave at 11;30 because she had to walk to work and her job it was just around the corner. Carol wanted to be on time for her first night of work. As Carol was walking to work she heard footsteps and a voice saying "Don't Scream or you will Die" Carol kept walking and the fog had gotten thicker and thicker. Carol still didn't believe it was a ghost, she thought it was just someone following her, Carol looked at the back of her but she couldn't see anything because the fog was too thick but she could still hear the voice telling her that if she screams she will die. Carol started running but for someone that doesn't believe in ghosts she ran and ran but she wouldn't scream. Maybe Carol started to believe the story after all but it was too late Carol left her home and had no one around to help her. Carol is frightened and she doesn't know what to do. She thought maybe if I made it this far maybe I should make it back home but the ghost was behind her so she thought. Carol made a run for it and she made it to the alley, Carol knew that the alley is where the bar was but she still had a ways to go. Carol started weeping in horror, you could hear her talking to herself telling herself why she didn't just listen, Carol ran into the alley but she was stuck the alley kept getting longer and longer, Carol was just running in place. She then falls to the ground in pain and agony because she had broken her ankle, as Carol was on the ground she tried her best to keep quiet but the pain was excruciating. Carol tried to crawl her way to the bar but she knew that whatever was following her was still there. Carol was feeling around on the ground to see if she could find a stick or anything. She knew that if it was the Ghosts of Em Street she wouldn't be able to fight it or kill it. Carol started panicking because she thinks she has turned the wrong way, Carol is still under the fog on the ground and she was safe there because the ghosts didn't see her but they could hear her making noise from the pain she was in. Carol decided that she needed to stand up and try to walk, as she did holding the iron pipe that she found on the ground, she used the to lift herself up from the ground only to come face to face to face with the Ghosts of Elm Street. Carol looked at the ghost in a horror begging the ghosts of Elm Street to please not hurt her. The ghost then pull out some type of machete-looking knife and tried to slice Carol but the ghost could not touch or hurt as long as she didn't scream. But she didn't know that at the time, Carol was so afraid that she was really looking at the ghost of elm street. She kept her composer and realized that if she didn't scream the ghost of elm street couldn't hurt her but only frighten her. Carol looked at the ghosts of elm street covered in blood after killing their prays every year, the blood stayed on them. As Carol tried to walk fast holding the pipe in her hand she was in so much pain that makes her want to scream. Again Carol falls to the ground she crawled and crawled only to end up back on Elm Street. As she stood up a second time she screams in pain only for the ghosts of elm street to chop her head off. Carols lifeless body still standing due to the nerves reacting in her body, every ghost one by one started chopping her into pieces as her body still standing. After chopping her head off then they chopped her hands off then her arms, another ghost came around and sliced her upper body in half. Carol's body finally hit the ground. All of a sudden the moon moved away from the sun and the fog dissipated. The people that stayed at the bar that night did not leave to go out until daylight, that's when saw Carol's sliced body in the alley where they screamed as they looked at Carol's body in pieces outside the door of the bar where she was on her way to work. The bartender called the authorities to come to the bar where they discovered Carol's body. The bartender told the authorities that Carol just moved from New York and found her a home on Elm Street. The bartender told the authorities that he told her the story about The Ghosts On Elm Street but she didn't want to believe it. He thought that if only he would have waited to hire her she would probably be still alive.
By Felicia Ann Anderson2 years ago in Horror
Is It, LOVE
I was under the impression that love was something you could never lose. So, I reasoned. When you told me you loved me, I assumed it was an everlasting love, an undying love. I'm sitting here wondering how many times you've said I love you, ha-ha too many to count. Why so many promises? Because I pledge to always love and be there for you. I swear I'll look after you. I promised to kiss you goodnight every night, but what happened to all that LOVE? You claim love makes you do crazy things, but that's just an excuse to break up. Why do women put so much effort into their love lives? I'm curious. Why is it so simple for a man to walk away, especially when there are children involved, is a question I ask myself all the time. Oh, it's so simple for you to walk away and leave the kids with your spouse. You give up too easily; we, as women, cannot simply walk away; we must be strong and raise our children; we must be Mama and Daddy. I have love for my children and myself. Love is a powerful term that should not be taken lightly. To me, love entails being a strong and self-sufficient woman. Men must be taught how to truly love a woman. Sometimes we won't talk about sex since it's not all about sex. That's why it kills us so much when you leave. Because we love so much, our hearts can't stand being rejected. We're sick of crying and wailing over your miserable asses to the point where we lose sight of what's really important, which is ourselves and our children. One thing I promised myself was that whatever I was going through, I would not take it out on my children, because you had abandoned them as well. So, can I go on? Yes, I can; do I need a man to make or break me? No, I don't need a man to make or break me. "I am a phenomenal person. You didn't see it, but I'm a fantastic lady. I cook, clean, care for the kids, assist with homework, then come home to tend to your sexual needs. And you were perplexed as to why you didn't have sex all of the time since I was exhausted. I never sought for your assistance with anything; instead, I made things simple for you, so call me pampered. You get up, dress, and go to work, and I've always expressed my gratitude for having you in my life and for all you do to support our family. That wasn't even close to being enough. You had to cheat on a great woman, which I am. you never came home to a filthy home. I didn't do it just for you; I did it because it's how I was brought up. Because I was instructed to look after my spouse, I fed you every day. Because I was trained to love and stay with only one person, I adored and still love you. I can attest to the fact that love is genuine and should not be taken for granted. Can I start over, certainly; why am I giving you another chance, I'm not sure; perhaps it's because of LOVE.
By Felicia Ann Anderson2 years ago in Poets