Spookyness

A Few Short Stories ~.'2'.~

Candy:

“Mom...” said the little girl, rubbing her eyes, standing in the doorway to her mother’s room.

“Mom, the Easter Bunny is eating my candy...” she said.

“Nonsense, baby,” the woman replied, “The Easter Bunny gives out candy, it doesn’t eat it...”

The woman lightly shook her covers and continued to speak, halfway into her pillow, halfway to her daughter; “Go back to sleep, baby...”

“But, mom....” the girl said, “The Easter Bunny is eating candy!” Now in a more serious tone, almost as if she was going to cry.

Her mother sat up and opened her arms, “Baby, I just told you; the Easter Bunny doesn’t eat candy, he hands it out to little children. Besides, it’s not even Easter yet - go back to sleep.” She said in her kindest voice.

“Okay, mom...” the child sighed as she turned to walk out of the room.

The woman smiled and thought ‘crazy kid with her lively imagination...’ and went back to sleep on a whim.

Out in the hallway, the little girl stood for a while staring at the Easter Bunny eating her candy. She then sighed “Mommy said I should go back to bed....”

The Easter Bunny replied “Good idea, child. Turn around and don’t look back.”

He flicked a shiny metal pendant at the child. She picked it up. She cried as she saw what it was; it was a dog tag, and it read ‘Candy.’

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Birthmarks:

You know how some people have birthmarks?

Well, those marks were made when They tried to steal you from your parents and replace you with one of Their replicas.

If you have a birthmark, that means They failed.

If you know anyone that doesn’t have one, I wouldn’t trust Them.

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Flutter:

Have you ever felt that “flutter” in your ear, like a butterfly is flapping its wings inside your head? There is a reason behind this, and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to know, so you can stop reading anytime.

We all have our own spirits who follow us around throughout the day. Some of them like to cause us harm, some prefer to keep us safe. Some of them like to play jokes on us just for laughs, and some of them just like to watch us live our lives.

However, there is a very rare kind of spirit that only a few of us possess. These are not normal spirits. What sets them apart from the others is that they’re never alone. They’ve been known to convene around one person in groups of up to eight, and never less then three.

They’re the only spirits with an actual voice, but the frequency is almost too low to be heard by human years. This is because they’ve been known to talk about details of their human’s life. They’ll speak at great length of your past, present, and even your future.

When they’re close enough to be heard, your eardrum will just barely pick up on the low vibration of their voice, causing that familiar “flutter.” If you listen very carefully, and have excellent hearing, you can almost make out what they’re saying.

But be careful what you listen to, because if they know you’re listening, they won’t be happy.

Nightmares:

A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your “dreams?” They’re real.

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Have you ever been walking up a quiet flight of stairs and get the need to climb to the very top as fast as possible? Or driving down the road late at night and suddenly get the urge to drive as fast as possible?

Don’t worry, that’s just them letting you know the chase  is on. Be sure to play along, because there is nothing they hate more than catching the one they’re chasing. They just never know what to do with them.

Well, there is one thing they hate more. They really, truly hate it if you look over your shoulder.

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Guardian Angel:

I am always with you.

I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born.

And I followed you home.

I was with you always, your constant companion. You played with your toys alone while I stared from all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted clotted hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented forehead like glue. I was always your constant companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on your ride to preschool. You alone in the bathroom, but I was on the other side of the door, wind whistling through the bruised hole in my throat. My arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I stood hunched on the other side of the shower curtain. I wait and follow you . I follow and drift behind you.

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me that morning as I sat across from you at the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely at you. I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I think you are aware, but you’ll never understand just how close I am.

I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than breathing in your ear.

Breathing - gagging, really.

I crave to be close to you, to always wrap my crippled arms around your neck. I lie near you every single night, cloudy eyes staring at your ceiling, underneath your bed, at your sleeping face in the dark.

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your parents came running down to your room one night when you screamed. You were just beginning to talk, so you were only able to cry out - Man~ Man in my room! - You thought you’d never forget the sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my chest, swinging back and forth. I sank back into your closet and your mother was unable to see me though you pointed and pointed and pointed. You thought you’d never forget when they left that same night. You saw the closet door crack so softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed on all fours, shambling in jerking movements as I pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.

You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just waiting and following you always, touching your face with my knotted fingers as you sleep.