Katie Oetzel
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Demons
Elizabeth Marge Henderson 04-25-1990 prison psych eval is accounted as follows; For so long I have never felt like I could give you a reason why. I will try today, although I can say you won't believe me. Jacob had always been able to bring me back from the dark places. In reality, Jacob was going through a much darker place than I ever would. It's been around fifty years since he'd gone, but the memory of what happened to him will never leave me. I was only eleven, he twelve. His birthday was September the seventeenth, a month before mine. He always used to tease me for being a month younger. I won't bore you with that though. You are here to learn about our old barn that burned down. Yes it was a peculiar instance. People from all over came to see the charred remains of that barn, and I can't say I blamed them. I would have too, if I hadn't known the story behind it already. Once the barn was completely burned to the ground, there were a small circle left untainted amongst the ashes. Nothing much special about it other than that no fire had gotten to it, and it were clear of debris. We always search for reason in these circumstances, but none were to be found. In this instance the truth is that much more unbelievable. Jacob and I were as thick as thieves, told each other everything, went everywhere together when we could. I knew his parents were strict but apparently I hadn't learned the half of it. We were just kids, but sometimes you could see the hollowness in his face, if only fleeting.
By Katie Oetzel3 years ago in Fiction
With Love
Syd was so close to reaching the little tomato she had spotted, but it seemed to be eluding her grasp on purpose just to piss her off. Her perch was precarious as she stood on some abandoned apartment’s balcony railing, but it was the only clear way she saw to reach it. “Come on,” she muttered under her breath. She knew this was risky, being up here. Hell, even being in the city was risky right now. Or at least what’s left of it. Sundown is at best in 20 minutes and the Raiders would be out then, seeking to steal and destroy. But this was an opportunity she could not resist, there are only so many fresh things hanging on desperately to their lives. And she would have this one if it killed her, and she knew it might. Just as she finally grasped the little round morsel in her fingers, she heard the familiar clanging of the Raiders brigade. Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she quickly rolled off the railing and through a busted window into the dark apartment complex, taking care to be quiet. She knew they would be out, but she hadn’t expected them to be so close already. They must be starting earlier, she thought to herself. The clanging sound came closer, and she saw some lights flashing towards the window. Shit, they must see the hanging pot. She knew it would be dangerous to move but at this point it was looking like the only option, she crouched low and made her way to the back of the apartment, turning into a smaller room. Sparing a small glance around it seemed to once have been a bedroom to a young girl. I guess the Raiders had no use for these things, it makes sense why they are still here. It reminded her vaguely of her own room as a child, of days long lost to time and the state of things. Shaking her head slightly to rid herself of the memories, she crouched down now behind the little bed frame. She needed to focus on her situation. She wanted to know if they were gone, but she didn’t dare get close to the window. Things were dark and quiet, she found herself searching around the room with her eyes. A glint of gold just at the corner of the bed frame she was beside caught her gaze, so she picked it up. In her hand lay a small golden locket, shaped like a heart. Normally she didn’t pick things up that weren’t useful to her, but something told her she should open it. Inside was a photo of a man and a woman, and engraved in tiny letters were the words, “With Love, Mom & Dad” studying the locket intently she heard a loud bang and jolted so hard she hit her head on the wall. Her breath caught; she thought they had moved on from the window but then she heard the loud groan of the wrought iron balcony cringe under their weight. They had not left, and now they were climbing.
By Katie Oetzel3 years ago in Fiction