Gone, but never forgotten

October 15, 2019.

I saw it happen and nobody ever believed me.

I was sitting at home, alone, one night. Just a kid watching some television. I felt a weird presence beside me. I looked over to my left, to the door that led to the basement. It opened and I thought I saw, what looked like, a woman’s head slightly peeking out. I could see through her, though. Just as quickly as I blinked it was gone. I called my friend George over because I was scared.

I got him to check out the basement. He was not afraid and called me chicken. After about a minute, I heard the loudest scream I’ve ever heard. “George!” I yelled out. I headed down to the basement, though I was terrified. I looked all over for him. There was nobody there. The basement wasn’t very big. There is no place he would have been able to hide. Still, he was missing. Nobody ever believed me. They thought George was an invisible friend. More importantly, who was that woman? Where did she go?

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Dare Or Die

The following short story is based off a movie I created when I was 15, during drama class. Can YOU finish the dare?

My friends were the only thing that made me feel normal. I’m just a 18 year old loser without a home. My mom can’t hold down a job. I haven’t seen my dad since I was a baby. He’s probably too drunk to even know I am, even if he saw me today. Lisa is looking pretty today, with her long blonde hair all curly. Always the happy, positive, princess. Joey is just goofing around as usual. Trying to write up his latest blog. I’m sure all two of his readers will enjoy it. We’ve all known each other for years, since grade school.

Joey had just told us about getting a job with a really popular magazine. Lisa was just offered a modelling job that she always dreamed about. Everybody was moving on to better things. Except me.

“Sorry guys, do you mind if I head home. I’m just not feeling well today.”.

The coffee shop is usually a place we all hang out. I guess I didn’t want coffee today. I spent the next few nights laying in bed. In anger. I didn’t know why. I thought about everything until my head hurt. I decided to head out at about midnight one night. since I couldn’t sleep.

when I woke up one morning I got about 40 missed calls from Joey and Lisa. They told me Lisa’s older brother Daniel had been murdered. He received a weird letter in the mail, telling him to do some dare. Apparently, if he didn’t do the dare he would die. The dare was for him to kill his own sister. How could any person kill their own sister? So, he chose not to do it. He thought it was some practical joke. It wasn’t.

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The family dinner

October 12, 2019

I was upstairs in my room, finishing my homework. I heard mom call all of us for dinner. I ran downstairs as fast I could because my stomach was grumbling. Me, my mom, my sister, and dad. All together as usual. ready to enjoy a nice meal. Even though we were having a normal conversation, just like any other day, something felt off.

I noticed my sister’s hand started to slowly disappear. “Layla, your hand!” I shouted and pointed to her hand. She looked at her hand and laughed

“Are you crazy?”.

She said that as if I was playing a joke on her.

“Your hand is disappearing!” I repeated.

“Stop joking around.” She again brushed off my comment.

I noticed my whole family started to disappear slowly. I was freaking out and didn’t know what was going on. As they faded away, I could still hear their voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was just background noise. I was all alone. With nobody.

The day that never ends

October 11, 2019. 12:53 am

Dear diary,

I’ll never forget your face when I saw you jump off that bridge. The things I could have done, or said, all could have helped save your life. Even after your death, I lived the same day over and over. I don’t mean emotionally. I mean literally. Ever since that day I kept waking up to before it happened. Everything was the same. I woke up and voice chatted you. We wore the same clothes. Said the same things. I never realized how much time had passed in reality. It’s hard to know when I go to sleep at night and wake up on the same day. As if it never happened.

When I started to realize that it wasn’t a dream, I tried to warn you. I tried to help you. But, you never believed me. You thought I was crazy and playing a joke on you. On the outside you were smiling, cheering, bubbly, and full of life. On the inside you were sad. It wasn’t the Stephanie I knew. I know that nothing I could have said or done would have changed your loneliness. I just wish I could see you one more time. For real. Not this imaginary, groundhog day, hell I’m stuck in. I know we were just friends but I loved you more than anything.

This is the first day I thought to stay up past midnight instead of going to bed early like I usually do. I thought maybe if I stayed up…I would finally be free. I wouldn’t have to wake up and do it all over again. I’m really sleepy now, though. Not sure how much longer I can stay awake. I can’t stay up forever. This is it, Steph. I’ll see you again tomorrow. Or at least, the fake you.