Monday, October 24, 2011

n = Bedtime Story

One night, just before I am about to lay upon my pillow and put my active imagination to rest, my friend tells me a bedtime story:

Do you remember that story about my friend's house that was haunted and how it locked her ex-boyfriend in the bathroom? Apparently, whatever it was that caused this mischief in her house despised men. It never bothered the women, there were three--the mom and two sisters--but it always went after the father.

One night the sisters had a couple friends sleep over, all girls, and they crashed in the living room. After they fell asleep, one of them began to feel another girl's hand running up and down her leg. In a joking manner she said "knock it off, I'm trying to sleep!" Once it stopped, all was calm until one of the other girls woke up to feel the same thing. The two girls sat up and notice that not only were they the only ones awake, but they were on opposite sides of the living room.

Everyone knew weird stuff happened in this house and as the girls were discussing what happened, one of the sisters went upstairs to the bathroom. They heard her walk out, but she didn't come back down. The girls began calling out her name, but worried when she didn't respond, so they walked over to the foot of the stairs to investigate. All they saw was the sister standing at the top of the stairs in a cold, dead trance staring into her parents' bedroom. One of the girls rushed up the stairs and grabbed the sister to bring her down. The sister wasn't crying, but was hysterical. Especially after seeing what looked like a long haired, dark figure looming over her father as he slept in his bed.


They have moved out since....

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