The way they died

Forever stairs

I have never been one to believe that people were insane until the day I became insane.

It was a nice summer evening right before the forth of July. I was getting out all my decorations for the special occasion. I was almost entirely set up except for one last thing. An American flag my mother had given me when she was still alive. The flag was up in my attic.

I headed over to the stair case. Suddenly a moment of depression hit me. I couldn't move I was stuck in the first step. I stood there for a good three minutes before I finally had the motivation to move.

As I stepped onto the second step i was greeted by a cold breeze. How could that be it is July and I don't have air conditioning.

I stood on that step trying to motivate myself once again to keep going. I lifted my leg and placed it down on the next step. My lights flickered and it went dark. I was a little uneasy about the whole situation.de I didn't need the decoration and turned back around. As I began to move a shadowy figure appeared on my wall. It was the figure of a man. In his hand he held an ax. I watched as some liquid dropped from the ax. My heart raced inside my chest. I quickly ran up the next step. The second my for hit the step the figure was gone. I stood on that step for a long time. what was happening had I lost it.

I stood on that step nothing had changed and everything was normal. until I heard the crying. The crying of a small child it started as simple quiet whimpers but the slowly got louder as I look the next step. the next step will forever be edged in my mind.

The humming of a child. The song London bridge, but something was unsettling about the way it was being hummed I looked up to the top of the stairs. where a little girl sat crossed legged with her back to me. As I began to step back down the way I came she turned to me. She had tear in her eyes and was clearly up set.
"Your going to leave me," she whispered and let some more tears Fall from her pail blue eyes. I was taken back her voice was so real. Was she real, was she here with me?

"I'm not going to leave you." I said the sigh of her crying was ruining me and I need to hug her. As I moved froward her tears became blood and she slowly turned in to a puddle and as my foot hot the next step she yelled "you were suppose to stay." Her voice rang and I closed my eyes and covered my ears to block out the noise that was causing my house to shake. When I reopened my eyes, I was frozen there at the top of my stairs where the little girl had once been was my mom with a gun to her head.

"Mom," I whispered. But how she had been dead for years. My mom was crying and I couldn't tell if she was listening.
"Mom please don't leave me again, please" I begged but it was to not avail she shot the gun. the shot rang through my ears. I tried to run to her but as I reached the last step my lights turned back on and I was Laying in bed waking up from a terrible dream. I couldn't help but laugh it was all just a dream one big messed up dream. I laughed as I got dressed and I laughed as I combed my hair and I laughed as I passed my mothers dead body at the top of my stairs.