They say spirits move on when they pass as others walk the earth because of unfinished business. Most people don’t know some stay because they’re trapped and can’t leave or move on...
"I told you before: I don't know what you want from me, but please, leave my family alone."
The town we are assigned to is small. Secluded. Close minded. Literally everyone who see’s us, stops to stare at my mom’s car as she drives through, heading out east to the house by the cliff. I shrink in my seat, hiding away from their eyes until the only thing left watching are the trees and the animals who live in them.
Tom swatted the mosquito leaving a bright red mark all over his forearm. The little bastard had been buzzing in his ear for the past twenty minutes and it was driving him insane. “R.I.P. bitch.” He mumbled to the foliage around him. Tom thought it strange that only the females did the buzzing while the males just floated dumbly around. There’s a joke in there somewhere, he thought, but his wit wasn’t sharp and his attention was elsewhere. Tom was all eyes and all ears on the secluded suburban house below him where Jessica, in a floral nightgown, was sipping tea and reading a book . He raised his binoculars to see the book title: My Struggle by Adolf Hitler. “…the fuck…” he muttered. Tom’s heart sank like the Lusitania to the cold depths of embarrassment and regret.
Jen finished cleaning the pee bowl. Needless to say she received limited to no pleasure from the act but had done it so many times that the indignity and dirtiness had warn off. Mr. Ulrich was fast asleep and she was thankful for that because he was a talker and a little too touchy with nursing staff. That was her one saving grace for working the night shift at the hospital: most of the patients were knocked out from the countless opioids pumping through their system. Jen dreaded human interaction ever since she was a toddler. It wasn’t that she wasn’t personable, but rather most kids seemed to have a bad feeling around her as if there was a dark cloud hanging over her that made the other kids feel nauseous and scared. They treated her like a leper and left her alone. At first, she felt abandoned, but that feeling was quickly replaced with a serenity that she embraced. Upon graduating she started and finished the nursing program and began work at the only hospital in the county. Jen never had aspirations to leave the small Valley Falls and was quite content with her day to day.
Has something strange ever happen to you and it takes a while for you to internalize what happened? It still doesn’t make sense to me and I’m having trouble trying to understand the reason behind it. I just know I’ll probably never go camping again. A few days ago I went on a camping trip with my best friend Lumi. She’s not really the type of person who would want to go camping. I planned on bringing a tent and sleeping on the ground in a cozy sleeping bag. On the other hand, I found out that she had rented a cabin on the campgrounds we were staying at. “Don’t worry about it, Jess!” She persuaded. “You won’t regret it! It’s still camping.” I remembered scoffing. “It’s really not.”
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On a day I find myself sitting on a swing made of oak, on a porch made of pine, by a house made of stone. Lazily swinging back and forth I stare out at the dying sun. My right hand reaches out to feel the cold stone as I swing alone in the dark green wood. Cold mist settles in, slowly creeping at my feet filling them with dread and longing. A longing for something lost.
I have been so confused as to who she is. Between the dreams and the voices I believe she is trying to communicate with me. Well not only me but her father too.