Short Scary Stories

Magenta.

The following entries were retrieved from an anonymous blog dedicated to helping people through the grieving process.

August 2nd 2004,
My girlfriend died yesterday. I guess I'm writing here because nothing else has helped so far. I'm not sure this is going to help either but everyone keeps telling me that if you write down your problems it can make things easier.

August 3rd 2004,
I really appreciate the overwhelming responses to yesterdays post, and I'd like to tell you guys a bit more about her. Her name was Emily. Emily was authentic, funny, over the top, and perfect. She was a tree-hugging hippie who once backhanded me for not recycling a milk jug. Her lipstick was the strangest shade between red and purple that I have ever seen. I'm going to miss seeing that color imprinted on the edge of a wine glass, or smeared across a napkin on the table. One of my favorite things about her was that she hated to cook, because I love cooking by myself. Our signature move was watching animal planet together while she lounged on the couch and I worked in the kitchen. Although I'd only gotten the chance to spend a few months with her, I'm going to miss her like hell now that she's gone.

October 15th 2004,
Again I would like to thank all of you who commented or private messaged your condolences after the post on the 3rd. I would have posted sooner but I have had to deal with quite a few things lately. I'd never met her family before the funeral so talking to them was incredibly awkward. All they really did was ask me about the fire and I told them what they already knew. For those who are curious she was asleep in her bedroom and forgot to blow out the candle on her nightstand. The flame spread from the candle to her lampshade before devouring the rest of the room. We buried an empty wooden box in ceremony. I think she would have hated it. She probably would have preferred we saved a tree, and just buried a biodegradable picture of her or something.
Thankfully the doc prescribed something to help me sleep because I've been having trouble with it lately. I hope it helps because I've been so tired the last few days that I keep forgetting where I left things and dozing off. I'm actually about to try it right now, wish me luck.

October 24th 2004,
Some people who claimed to be Emily's friends stopped by my house tonight. I'm pretty sure they were drug addicts, because all three of them were pale as snow and they had that disconnected look in their eyes. The girl who was with them didn't say a word. She just stood behind the other two, with the corners of her mouth pulled up like she was trying to smile. Her eyes were what showed me she wasn't actually happy. Instead of getting a crinkle around them they were pulled from the top and bottom lid so that it looked like tape was holding them open. The coloring in her eyes was nonexistent, even under the light on my porch they had dilated to the point that whatever color used to be there was no longer visible. Definitely drug addicts. I had no idea what they wanted, and when I asked them why they were here they became distant and confused like they were trying to remember.
When the man on the left did remember he spoke so softly I had to ask him to speak up several times before I could hear him. He said they were looking for Emily, and their facial expressions didn't change in the slightest when I told them about the fire. The man on the right began to insist, and I cut him off saying that she was dead. I was about to shut the door, when the man on the left slowly tilted his head until his ear was listening to his shoulder. He cracked a smiled and said "Yes." Then they turned and left.
I hurried upstairs to look out of my bedroom window in hopes of getting a plate number. I didn't see a car or hear one start, and there was no other sign of them. The only reason I believe they even knew her is because they all dressed in those ugly natural materials that I used to find flattering on Emily. I called some of her friends that I still talk to occasionally to see if they knew who they were, and they had no clue either.
In other news the sleep medication is working well and I have been sleeping like a rock. Well maybe a rock that sleepwalks, because I have had to turn off the TV downstairs every morning when I wake up. No worries though, the doc said it isn't that uncommon and it should pass once I get used to the medicine.