The Attic

Chapter 28... The last one.

Everything was too much to take in, ever since that dream I felt Like I had been going crazy. Everything seemed to unreal, as if a horror movie was playing. On my life. What was going on? What had been really happening? Was it a real person? Or was it just my head? Was I going crazy? Am I mental? One tear softly ran down my face.

Years had gone by very slowly, without an appearance from the ghost. I started to calm down.

I have two kids, Sharon and karie. They are beautiful girls. Sharon's a little toddler that is two years old, and my big girl, Karie is six and started kindergarten this year. I still once in awhile feel uneasy when I am home alone and when I drive to work every day. I have a husband named Mark, and he was the love of my life ever since I saw him at the park for the first time. He makes me feel safe and makes me smile every time I see him. I am almost grateful for my life. Almost. There we were, happily sitting at the dinner table after saying our prayers we all dug in and ate as if we haven't ate in seven years, while Sharon was sitting there sucking on her rattle.

Even my husband never believed me when I told him about my dream and the the nightmare that's woke up to, I had to face the fact that no one will ever believe me. Ever. Even though it had happened. I am a little mentally messed since that day. Always feeling scared to death, and also I had many heart problems because of being stressed out so much. I took many medications and now I am feeling better than I ever did since that day. I still couldn't believe what sick minded person-or ghost (whatever it was) could do such a thing to a person. Just thinking about that gave chills sent down my spine. Even though it had been over ten years ago since I last saw him, the picture is still vivid in my mind, all the shapes, lines, and colors. Everything was perfectly clear and made me scream everytime I saw the gross face. I try my hardest to never think about that day ever again. The problem is that it would be impossible to do such a thing. I took a deep breath and took my mind off the subject.

That when something strange happened, that I will never forget. I was laying in my bed reading my romance book, and my older daughter Karie, came in my room sprinting and screaming "Help Me! help Me! " then I figured ot why she was screaming. I saw the ghost. The messed up face looks far worse than I last saw it, and Karie saw it too. My husband jumped out of bed frightened, then got mad not understanding why she was screaming. I understand everything. My husband can't see the ghost but Karie and I see it.

I understand now.

The game is not over.