Do you exterminate it or let it be? It’s up to you…
You decide to call the exterminator but they think that you’re
absolutely insane and hang up the phone…
You open the closet and you remember you were hiding your
past from your parents in a white blanket, but what was that noise?
It was your heart crying… Unknown to your knowledge, the
strange, eerie sound is audible
You are grief-stricken by your own tears of sorrow because
you have never seen anything like this, yet you are shocked to confront your
past…
You see a vision of your saint of a boyfriend and explain to
him that you, this super strong woman, feel torn and like an unwanted toy who
was just thrown away
You have been abused on a constant basis and are lost for
words, but still remain whole
You are all alone and the doorbell rings
You sprint down the stairs and feel like your face smacked
into the ground like a piano being dropped from a 100-story building, but
somehow managed to not clumsily fall
“Who’s at the door?” She said with a frightened look on her
face
It was just your best friend banging on your door, yelping
for help. He needs you. He yearns for you. He…
He had never been so depressed in his life. Ever since his
dad was in the hospital with cancer, he began feeling quite unusual; his
self-esteem fled out the door, he consistently brought unnecessary anger upon
himself, and he almost came face to face with Death…
You slowly answer the door and wonder who or what you’re
going to see
He looked like he had cried for ages on his bed and wanted
to give his best friend a strangling hug
It’s the same man you saw in your vision, but you wonder why
it isn’t the ghost knocking…
Did you anihhilate the ghost already?
He sounds like he’s screaming at the top of his lungs like
he’s going to die. He grabs you with the brute strength of his 5 foot 11
football player, muscular body and pulls you close to his heart for safety
He ran into the closet in your room, grabbed his notebook,
flashlight, and lucky pencil he received for winning a football game in order
for his team to go to state. He turned off all the lights, locked the door in
your room, went into the closet, and began writing a poem that goes something
like this:
“What could have caused this traumatizing moment? As my
reflections project into images of reality inside my head, they cause fear,
insecurity, and excruciating, internal pain. I count down the days until I can
return to my happy place, when my head is empty and my heart is satisfied…”
He hears a knock on the door and assumes it’s the ghost and begins
to scream again
You sweetly answer to him to his reassurance and he opens
the door, lets you in, and locks it again
You close the door, talk for hours, confront your worst
nightmares, and fall asleep next to each other, with him holding you close to
his heart
The next day, everything returns to normal, and the ghost
had left the premesis. You both have no idea what happened and only realized
you were asleep next to each other. You both realize that it was only ghostly
business, and reality returned to normal…
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