Showing posts with label Author Stacey L. Bolin. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

"The Ghost of Silver Shoals" And original Story by: Stacey L. Bolin

 
 

The Ghost of Silver Shoals

By: Stacey L. Bolin
Original Story

 

The autumn air of another Halloween night was electric with the scent of a winter snow as the high tide of the ocean made any signs of the beach sand disappear. Olivia’s love for the scent of the ocean air and the sounds of the tides as they made their way in and out twice a day was the reasoning behind her year round stay in her cottage on the small island of Silver shoals. All the tourists had made their way home over the Labor Day holiday, to begin planning their next trip to Vacationland Maine and the island. For many years her friends and family had done their best to convince her to return to the mainland and start a new life, but for Olivia, their requests went on deaf ears as she remained upon the island with a handful of other homeowners with their same love for the salty sea air year round.

For Olivia, living alone on the island, after the passing of her husband, had become her way of life. She had no interest in pursuing a relationship and she had not heard from her only daughter in sometime. She enjoyed the company of her Friend Mini Dupree, which she had met while walking on the shore looking for sea glass. The oddest thing about their friendship - that is the only place the two of them would see or speak to each other. No phone calls, no lunch dates, It was like magic, when Olivia was walking the shores, Mini, would show up every time.  Occasionally she would be graced with a visit from friends and distant relatives from the mainland, as they didn’t mind the idea of having to take a Fairy Boat across 4 miles of unpredictable ocean water – but never did she have a visit from her only daughter.

It was about three in the morning when Olivia hear the sounds of soft knocking at her front door. Never in all her years there had any one come a calling at that late of an hour. She rose up from her bed, put on her slippers and robe and headed towards the front door. The room was filled with darkness that made the sound of her slippers scuffing the floor eerie. Once again, another soft knock was heard upon her front door.

“Just a minute dear,” she responded as her fingers fumbled and were uncooperative for a spell as she struggled to turn on the lamp that was on a small table next to the door. “Sorry it’s taking me so long, I’ll be right with you.”

Just as the lamp illuminated there was another soft knock at the door. Without fear, she opened it expecting it to be the island sheriff with news from the mainland. Much to her surprise, as the door opened and she peered around it, she didn’t see anyone.

“Hello? Hello who’s out there?” she questioned into the darkness as deep icy chill entombed her. “I know I heard something,” she thought to herself as she stood shivering in the door way gazing towards the island tiny village illuminated by a full moon, hoping to get a glimpse of someone walking away, as having a car was rare for people other than the elders, the restaurant owners, and the sheriff. The rest of the residents enjoyed their two and three wheeled bicycles as their mode of transportation.

As she looked closer she noticed her friend Mini, standing in the driveway waving her over. Without a second thought, she stepped out onto her front porch and then walked down the stairs to leave the comforts of her cottage behind her. She felt as if she was being drawn in by a feeling of needed guidance. As she walked closer and closer to town with Mini, she noticed others walking around on the cobblestone main street, but there were no bikes to be seen. Their attire appeared strange to Olivia, some dressed up in their finery, while others wore jeans, shorts and even their bedclothes.

“Glad that you got here safe.” an unknown patron passing by her remarked.

“Thank you. Wait a minute…have we met?” there was no answer. “Do I know you?” she continued to question, but still no reply.

By this time, she began to think that maybe she was just dreaming and looked for a way to wake up from a possible pending nightmare. One by one, faces of people she knew, smiled at her as they walked by. Maybe she was missing her family and this was a sign that it was time to go back to the mainland. As people slowly walked by her, she saw a green glowing mist in the middle of town.  Her breathing became labored as her curiosity continually kept her moving towards it until she came upon a windowless building that had never been on the island for as long as her memory could recall.

“Come on Olivia – wake up?” were the words she could hear in her mind, but the visions would not subside.  The sound of sorrow inducing organ music inside trembled in the night air as she came upon the set of strange, yet hypnotic doors to enter the building. They stood about twelve feet tall and looked to have had been made out strong dark thick solid wood that were embellished with huge lion head door knockers and huge wrought iron scrolling hinges. The movie Robin Hood, with Kevin Costner, immediately filled her senses.  

She felt a need to find out what was behind the doors, but was afraid to touch them.

“What do you think we are doing here Olivia?” questioned Mini, who had been the neighbor who lived two cottages down from her.

“I don’t know Mini. I got a knock on my door and the next thing I knew I was down here with everyone else.

“I got the same knock on my door many years ago. What do you think it means?”

“Well for me, it means that I’m not dreaming.”

Mini laughed, “Yes, I guess so.”

One by one, the people who had been wandering made their way to the doors to stand quietly.

“Do we have everyone?” said a manly voice walking up through the gathered crowd of people. Silence was the reply of yes. “Then let’s begin,” and he slowly opened the dark heavy wooden doors a brilliant white light pierced through the opening space between them. The light was almost blinding, but soft and warm.

“This is what heaven feels like?” said Mini.

***

“Olivia, please wake up?” she said out loud to herself. “Please…wake up!”

Whispering and commotion filled the salty air. She felt disoriented and confused. “Mini what’s happening?”

“Don’t fight it.” She replied with a smile.

“Mom!”

“Mom!?”  Olivia struggled to place the voice, “Mom? It’s Mom!”

“I love you mom, I’m so sorry I was gone so long, please don’t leave me, I’m so sorry.”

Olivia tried to yell out, but only silenced words would expel from her mouth.

It took all of her might to muster the tone and volume to finally scream. It wasn’t until a heavenly feeling of someone’s hands jolted her body to respond to the present world. It was at this very moment that Olivia opened her eyes. .

Olivia looked around to many faces they were with her in the group, some of the people were dressed fancy, while others in jeans and shorts and some even in their bed clothes as they stood around her hospital bed. Family had come from near and far, stopping whatever they were doing and rushed to Olivia’s side when they had gotten the word from the sheriff that she was in the hospital. The sheriff was accustomed to seeing Ms. Olivia during her daily bike ride to the market for fresh seafood, and was rather worried when he realized she had not be in town that day, and on her favorite day – Halloween – clearly something was wrong, He decided to look in upon her and found her on the floor of her home suffering from a head wound from a fall in her kitchen.

“She’s awake! Get the doctor my mom’s awake!”

“Where am I?” Olivia questioned dazed and confused

“You’re in a hospital on the mainland. You suffered from a terrible blow to your skull after a fall in your kitchen.” Said Dr. Hammond, as he took out a green pen light and repeatedly checked Olivia’s eyes for a strong response that caused her to see a temporary green glow that looked misty.

“What about my friend Mini?” You didn’t leave her in the village alone did you?”

“Ma’am?” the Doctor question. “You were brought in to hospital unaccompanied.”

“Mini, my neighbor just two doors down from my cottage, she was entering the building with me before someone pulled me aside. She went in.

“In where? What building?”

“She was going into the windowless building, the one on the island with the tall dark wooden doors that looked like something from the movie Robin Hood. They had huge lion head door Knockers and wrought iron scrolled hinge work on them.”

“I think she means the community building that was connected to the Church before it burned down in the in the early 80’s. Problem with that is that even the community building was demolished and the city clerk’s office is there now. Oddly enough people claim to have seen ghosts of those who lost their lives that day and that had been buried in the cemetery that is still there to this very day.

A nurse interjected and asked the sheriff if he would kindly step out of the room so that she could provide him with some vital information.

“Excuse me for a minute folks.” Remarked the sheriff and he slipped out of the room.

“Ok ma’am, what can I help you with?”

“My name is Gayle, I was a former resident on Silver Shoals, and I lived with my mother on that island.”

“Ok, do you have information about what happened to Ms. Olivia?”

“The nurse let her gaze fall to the floor as she spoke, “My mother’s name is Mini.”

“Ok, let me get an officer out there to check on Ms. Mini and make sure she is ok, maybe there someone on the island that is causing trouble for our ladies out there this Halloween night.”

“No, you can’t do that!” said Gayle as she grabbed the sheriff by his arm before he turned away to expedite his men.

“Why not?” by this time he didn’t know what to think.

“You see sir; the person Ms. Olivia is describing is my mother. We lived in the house two door down from Ms. Olivia.”

“Yes, I am aware of this - that is why I would like to get my men over to the island and make sure she is ok.”

“You can’t do that sir!”

Frustrated he ordered her to tell him the truth as to why she continued to deter his decision. Gayle looked up at the sheriff whipping the tears from her eyes and said my mother died thirty-five years ago to the day. I was just a little girl. She was an organist and was practicing for a funeral that was to be held at the church that night. She thought it was creepy to have a funeral on Halloween, as she worried about what spirits it could wake, but non-the-less, she was always went out of her way on any day and made sure she helped people with their loss. I can still remember a line she said to anyone who would listen to her, that one day, she’d be an angel to help guide people towards the heavenly light.

The sheriff could not believe what he was hearing. “Let me get this straight, Ms. Olivia’s friend is a ghost?

“Yes. Ms. Olivia came in here unresponsive, and my mother was helping her, but Ms. Olivia’s daughter was the only one who could bring her back to the here and now. Halloween on Silver Shoals is known for strange things happening, that why as hospital staff always dread the night of the 31st if it means someone is being brought in from the island.

Just as Gayle had made her comment about dreading October 31st, from a hospital standpoint, a beeping sound came from the sheriff’s watch as the digital display read 12:00AM. He took in an awkward sigh and said, “Well Gayle, no need to worry for another year, it’s now November 1st.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Big REVEAL!

Greetings to everyone -  I have to say that these past ten days have got to be by far the most exciting days that one could experience in a life time. I am a firm believer that the good in life out weights the bad and today was the icing on the cake that proved it for me.
 
As many of you know I have been off blogger for about week, but for great reasons - I have been tediously working on getting my new - mystery suspense thriller - published and that is why I have not gotten the conclusion of my story, "The Haunted Treeline" Legend of Mr. Witticker. posted. So I have a special announcement to make - and that I don't want you to miss out on. I hope you join me in sharing both of my BIG REVEALS!  
 
 
 
 
Friday May 2, 2014 
read the conclusion of 
"The Haunted Treeline" - Legend of Mr. Witticker.  
 
 
and coming next week and
what everyone has been waiting for
the cover reveal
of my newest publication that will be making its debut on
Friday June, 13th 2014 - The night of a FULL MOON.
 
 
 
How fitting for a book that will take your fears and TWIST them into your worst nightmares as you are taken through 12 creepy tales that will have you covered in goosebumps and fearing all things that go bump in the night.
 
"Twisted"
Written By: Stacey L. Bolin
 
I triple dog dare you to read it for yourselves - but don't say that I didn't warn you.
 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

"The Artwork" - Original Spooky Thriller written by: Stacey L. Bolin







 

Musical Accompaniment by: Dolomedes Threatening
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s925u_dFwh8




“The Artwork”


An original story written by: Stacey L. Bolin


Copyright: September 25, 2013
 

A bluish clammy gloom slowly draped itself around her as she continued to walk the darkened hallway towards the location of the mysterious scratching thumping sound that echoed through her home. Her husband and children lay silently asleep in the safety of their dreams. Bang! - Another sound now accompanying the unexplainable thumping that startled her to awaken and rise from the warmth of her bed.  Her feet naked upon the hardness of the floor gave refuge to the cold that nippily progressed throughout her body. She continued moving forward determined to reveal the sources of the dreadful sounds that grew louder with each step. Her breathing quickened as she guardedly entered the kitchen.

Her attention momentarily stolen by the intricate Victorian lacy shadow created from the rays of a full moon that shone brightly into the window and through the lace curtains casting the imagery upon the tile of the floor – it was appeasing to her. Scratch Thump! Scratch THUMP! BANG!  Fear simultaneously shook through her every sense of humanity as the unknown directed her every step once again.

She reached for the block of cutting knives, on the counter next to the stove, to accompany her fear with some level of protection. Something was out there, obscured by human sight, but not by sound. Thump! Bang! Scratch! Scratch! Her body startled by the sounds as she opened the kitchen door to the backyard. It was on their porch.

“Hello?” her mouth motioned, but not a word was spoken. “Is anyone out there? Hello?”

The silence of the night was deafening and triggered the sounds of ringing in her ears. She clutched the knife tightly as she stepped out on to the porch that wrapped around the home. BANG! The sound was just around the corner. Tears ran down her face, her heart raced, her body shook with the feeling of an adrenaline rush. A low wet, gurgling growling grew with intensity as the sounds of untrimmed toenails of a large dog or animal made their way closer to her. She knew that whatever it was they both were going to meet one another as they reached the corner of the house. As she turned the growl was met with razor sharp teeth and the color of yellow eyes that glistened and glowed in the moon light. The creature rose up to jump at her as she raised the knife and shrieked a blood curdling scream.

“Sweetie what’s wrong!” her husband yelled out.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

“Are you ok?” he asked in a soft voice hoping her scream didn’t wake the children.

“Did I kill it?” was all she could whisper.

Puzzled by her response, he calmly asked, “Killed what?”

“The wolf, the one that was…” she stopped what she was saying when she realized she was laying in the comforts of their bed. It had been all but a dream. A sigh of relief escaped thought her smile as she leaned forward and into the arms of her husband. “Thank god it was only a dream.”

Later that day their youngest daughter sat quietly at the dining room table intently working on a drawing. Her mother couldn’t help but ask her young daughter, “What could it be that keeps my little girl so focused on her art work?”

“I’m making you a picture mommy.” Her voice soft and gentle coupled with a look of innocence as only a child of eight could wear.

“You are... can I see it?”

“It’s not finished.” She turned and continued once again on her master piece.

“Please?” her mother asked as she glanced over her shoulder to sneak a peek at the art work that was transpiring.

A paralyzing chill raced across her body filling her with panic as she screamed causing her husband to rush to her side.

“What wrong?” he shouted.

“It’s done. What’s the matter mommy…don’t you like my picture? Her young daughter questioned as she held it up with a deep sense of pride for her mommy and daddy to see. “It’s you mommy. I saw you kill the bad man.”

Drawn as vividly as her mother remembered, the eyes, the teeth, the moonlight - it was all there, yet there was one important detail that differed from her mother’s memory.

“How could you have known? It was only a dream?” her mother asked.

“Oh no mommy…it wasn’t a dream.”

Her husband quickly chimed in, “she probably heard us when I woke you up from that scary nightmare.”

An extreme shout out, from their sixteen year old son, filled the air outside of their home, “Dad come quick!” Everyone rushed out the front door, but nobody was there. “Dad…back here! On the porch!” a sense of urgency filled his voice that was coming from the backyard.

When they got around the corner, they all stopped and stared.

“Dad…what happened?” His son questioned in disbelief.

They couldn’t believe their eyes. The siding on their house around the window had been deeply scratched and appeared to have been pulled back as if someone or something was trying to claw their way into the house. When they moved forward to get a better look, pieces of coarse brown dog-like hair had been embedded into each scratch.

“It looks like a bear did it?” he son remarked trying to find a simple answer to sooth his growing fear.

“The bad man did it and that’s why mommy killed him.”

They all turned to look at her as she stood holding her picture in front of her that she had drawn in crayon of her mother on the porch - and the scary wolf man that tried to attack her.

Monday, July 1, 2013

"NIGHT WHISPERS" Chapter One

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. It is not endorsed or affiliated in any way with any institution, facility, or family. The story is based on places, people, and facts,

but is written entirely from my imagination.


Any use of this story in part or in whole must be approved by sending a written request to the author.
 



Chapter One

 

 

FIVE DAYS EARLIER - Jillian lay silently between the softness of the bed sheets on their queen size sleep number bed, as Nick sat in an upright position, with his legs crossed, waiting for the eleven o'clock news to share their predictions for the upcoming five day forecast. Being in the world of home construction, Nick's business and income weighted heavily on what the weather was doing. Jillian always knew that most of the time the weather for their home town of Eagle Ridge, in the summer, would be hot and humid with a chance of a grumpy husband at the end the day. Not something to look forward too. She hated the mind games that with-out-fail, would accompany his grumpy attitude.

 

She tried her best to pacify herself, not to disturb Nick, by sliding and alternating each leg back and forth letting the cool softness of the sheets caress her skin to calm her senses and take her somewhere peaceful - she was trying to over compensate for the rash and ramped thoughts that were pressing, twisting and spinning in the back of her mind about the events of her day. She felt plagued with guilt. She wished she could take it all back; start the whole day over again. The more she thought about what she had done, the more she realized that she had to be the one to tell her family especially before it appeared in their local Capital newspaper.  She had ample opportunity at the dinner table that evening to open up and be honest, but she feared what she would reveal could break her family’s heart, yet even more so it was the harsh reality that it would be more than heartbreaking and only one word would describe it - devastating. What made the whole situation worse - this would be the first time in her life that she didn't know what to say or how to explain her actions. The only thing she was sure of, there was nothing she could do to change things.

 

“I know at some point I will have to confess and tell them what I’ve done.” She thought silently to herself,  "Maybe If I talk to Nick first he'd understand and would support me when I tell the kids,"  Nick and Jillian had always had an agreement and an understanding that began when they exchange their personally written vows, twenty-seven years ago in front of family and friends. They had both promised to love and cherish one another and included all the typical lines of a traditional wedding, however they also added, for all to witness, that they would always discuss their problems, positive or negative, with each other and never make any big decisions on their own - especially if it would have a serious impact on the family and their finances. Her eyes began to well up, thinking back on their wedding day. She knew it was only a matter of time before he would begin to suspect that something was up as it was odd for a women who normally gave the impression that a strong dose of Ritalin should be on her list of medications, even before bed time, now has found an impressive ability to remain speechless for more than five minute - this was a major red flag that clearly indicated - trouble loomed.

 

Their bedroom was illuminated with only the blue haze given off from the television and the occasional street light piercing the room as the sheer curtains that draped over their windows, danced and rolled by the cool breeze that filtered through the opened window. Outside in the far distant part of town you could hear the sounds of the midnight express freight train whistle announcing its arrival and making its way through the town – Jillian did her best to hear it, but the volume on the television was louder than normal for this Monday evening.

She took several deep breaths and finally mustered up the nerve to confess to Nick what she had done.

“Nick?

“Yeah?” He muttered, more focused on what was on the television.

“Nick…Can we talk? I really need to tell you something.” She waited impatiently for an answer.

“Yeah, ah, can’t it wait for just a second?” his eyes still fixated on the news reporter talking about the a new rain water tax that was being considered in several states on the east coast.  

“NICK!”

He immediately turned around and sharply responded, “Why do you always wait until I’m watching the news or the weather to do all you’re talking? Why can’t you pick a conversation during a tampon commercial or some shit like that? You timing sucks!”

“Never mind,”

“Oh what now you’re going to be mad at me…I’m just kidding. You need to stop taking me so seriously,” he laughed as he wore a slight sneer of agitation.

The tone in his voice made her feel instantly hurt and unwanted. She tried to tell herself that he was moody from a hot day at work, but suddenly a dialog began forming in her thoughts. She wanted to respond with something to make him feel the same hurt, something like telling him she was tired of feeling like being a person that was only there when he wanted her. That he was always working and when he wasn’t he’d eat, take a shower and then sit and watch endless reruns of the same 80’s sitcoms, night after night that made it feel as if she was being pushed aside and not very high on his list of life priorities. She realized that she didn’t always pick the best times to have some long drawn out conversation, but with so little time spent together, she had learned that to get a moment, you have to grab the opportunity when you see it.

She did her best to respond, but her emotions and the growing aching lump in her throat rendered her speechless, as Nick continued to stay focused on the weather girl doing her best to give the details of a pending weekend storm while trying to look her best in a much to tight clinging red dress while eight months pregnant. Jillian shook her head and decided that best thing she could do was to roll over, snuggle up to her pillows and called it a night.

Fifteen minutes had passed when Nick realized that Jillian had not even bothered to say good-night. Nick rustled around trying to find the remote for the television so that he could turn it off, but could fight it nowhere.

“Maybe it fell off the bed on the other side,” he muttered, “Jilly Bean?” he gently touched her shoulder, “Jilly? Hon, do you have the remote?”

His touch had woken her from a twilight sleep, but she instead she mumbled and stirred briefly playing her best possum. “You find it yourself” she thought.

“Dang it!” he sputtered as he got up and walked around the edge of the bed using his feet like cat whiskers to find the remote, so that he didn’t have to get on his hands and knees. Just before he was about to give up and turn on the overhead light, there it was just as he expected, it was on Jillian’s side of the bed and had slid just under the hunter green dust ruffle.

He turned the television off and then climbed back into bed, unaware that his wife was still awake and coping with the way he had made her feel. He jerked the covers up over his chest hoping in some way he would wake Jillian as a way to be spiteful because she interrupted his news and weather and also because she didn’t’ wait for him to fall asleep with her.

She maintained her perfect possum position as tears slowly rolled down her face and pooled onto her pillow. As the hours slowly ticked by, she eventually fell asleep.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

New Hampshire Union Leader - Some worthy reading material by a retired Seabee with NH Connections. By Greg Andruskevich

Hi Stacey, Here's my column on the book, finally... Today's newspaper! Greg

New Hampshire Union Leader 10/06/2011, Page B08

Some worthy reading material by a retired Seabee with NH connections

Veterans



Greg Andruskevich


“THROUGH THE Barracks Window, A Time of Waves,” by retired Navy Seabee Stacey L. Bolin, originally from Laconia, tells a story of fortitude and resourcefulness on the part of the author, and you have to admire her persistent courage in spite of all that was thrown at her, even before basic training started.

Bolin’s sheer determination in the face of overwhelming odds does the Granite Stater proud; she faced what was, at the time, a chauvinistic Navy, including one particularly difficult medical officer.

“Through the Barracks Window” is her 22-year labor of love. What happened to her in this story is all true; only the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and because the law says she has to protect the guilty, too.

Her military saga began in Concord on Jan. 15, 1991, and it thrust her into a world completely different than the one she had expected, or anyone could have expected.

In our correspondence, Bolin sent me the following: “I would be more than happy to send you a copy of my book, and it would be an honor to sign it for you. I have to say, even though I am Navy retired, I have a great fondness and appreciation for the Army. The Army saved my life twice — once that I speak about in my book, and the second was here recently.

“I am a cancer survivor and the hardest part was going through treatments while I was in service trying to stay active duty. I do have a few secondary things that get the better of me now and then, but for the most part, I have my full Seabee ‘Can-Do’ spirit.”

When she signed her note
she wrote, “Greg and family, always believe in your dreams and follow the guidance of your heart.” And after you read her military story, you will see she stayed true to that course throughout her military career, even in Adak, Alaska, where a lot of “misfortune” took place.

And yes, I did enjoy this book and am sure you will, too. Bolin now lives in Annapolis, Md., with her husband, Ron, and their boys, Ryan and Reese. She is a member of the Maryland Writers Association. Her book is available by emailing orders@trafford.com; first check out www.trafford.com. Most Trafford titles are available at major online book retailers.

I salute Bolin for having the fortitude to write this book and the courage to battle through all the adversity thrown at her. I’ll never pass a rest area again or see a red van without thinking of her, and you’ll find out why when you read her book.

In addition, friends and those interested in Bolin’s book can catch her being interviewed on the Annapolis TV station at http://www.youtube.com/user/CityofAnnapolis#p/search/0/RH6Rwes6aDU.
This article above appears on the eEdition http://www.unionleader.com/ in 10/6/11.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Bellows in the Mist" Sneak peak - Due out 2012

Play music link below for full effect. ENJOY!
Please note that the title: Bellows in the Mist" has had a title change to "Deemed Crazy" due out 2012.
"Bellows in the Mist" By Stacey L. Bolin
 Copyright August 2011 All rights reserved
                                              PROLOGUE

“What is wrong with me” she thought. With each cautious step she took around the room, she kept hearing his voice in her mind.  She knew what he told her and she heard him loud and clear – She was never to go there alone, it wasn’t safe.  Her breathing became labored as she tried to anticipate what was lurking within the mist that was slowly entombing the cabin.  Something or someone was out there walking around, and her instinct was screaming for her to get out of there - fast!  Suddenly there was a loud crack, like the sound of a limb breaking from the old oak tree near the front porch that sent a cold, bitter chill of uneasiness through her body. Fear had certainly gotten its grips on her and it had no intentions of letting her go. 
“How can a person with such a passion for horror movies and haunted houses, be such a scaredy-cat?” She muttered to herself.  “Hiding in this place won’t be easy with such an extremely open concept, and hiding in one of the three bedrooms, I’ll be found for sure.” The sound of her breathing, and the endless tick, tick, tick, of the clock was all that filled the air.  Feeling crazed and wanting to protect herself, she grabbed a fire poker from the utensil display on the hearth. Whatever and whoever it was, was going to get a big surprise.
“Maybe it was Jon, maybe he had followed her up here, or someone told him she was going to Bellow Falls.” She wanted so much to think it was Jon and this would be the one and only time she’d be looking forward to an argument.  Heavy footsteps slowly made their way to the front door. She stood there, paralyzed with the horror of what was on the other side of the door. The knob was tried, but she had been smart enough to lock it.
“They can’t get in without a key.” She thought with a small sense of relief, until she heard the sound of metal rattling in the key hole and then a click - the door was unlocked. “Please go away, please, God, make them go away.” She whispered and whimpered.
She’d seen horror movies when zombies and murderers had been bludgeoned to death by a fire poker, so why can’t she do the same, especially if her life was in danger. “I’ve got to hide.”
Trying to make her body smaller and undetectable as possible, she crouched into a fetal position on her legs as close to the floor as she could, but stayed in the dark shadow down by the edge of the couch, while constantly keeping a firm grip on her make shift weapon. The door slowly opened letting the rays of pale light from the full moon filter in through the mist silhouetting the image that stood in the doorway.
“Hello? Is anyone in here?  I saw a light on earlier.  You can’t fool me anymore. Hello?”
She knew the voice, but still feared revealing herself. “I am such an idiot.” She thought. “I’m told never to come up here alone, that it wasn’t safe, but what do I do? I do it anyways, and now I’m hiding, in total fear, in a place that doesn’t belong to me.  What the blazes was I thinking?”
“Look I know someone is in here, I suggest you show yourself!  RIGHT NOW!  I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it!”
Against her better judgment, but knowing she was going to be found sooner or later, she pulled herself up and stood near the couch.
“So, it is you.” The tone of voice was filled with sheer disgust and agitation. Do you know how much trouble you have caused!  What kind of person does this to people! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”
Sweat began to bead across her forehead as she watched the moonlight dance across the polished barrel of the gun. Something told her, that her wrought iron poker was the wrong choice of protection.
“I should have done this a long time ago! I must have been out of my mind to think you’d just fade away on your own. But no you kept on, phone calls, letters, and text messages! The lies…all the LIES! You didn’t know when to quit! Hurting everyone! Including ME!”  The voice had changed it was different, almost sinister and she knew that she needed to do something, anything or someone was going to get hurt.
“Why are you treating me this way?” She screamed as her heart began to pound deep and hard inside her chest as she watched the barrel of the gun begin to rise up towards her. “We both wanted this!” “It was not just me! Please NO! PLEASE!  I PROMISE! I’LL GO AWAY…PLEASE!”

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The lake was still as the moon cast its reflection upon the partially misty covered water. The forest would have seemed frozen in time if not for the occasional sounds of an owl that would fill the late night air. All was peaceful and serene as it has always been in Bellow Falls. Suddenly the sound of a single gunshot filled the air and echoed repeatedly across the water towards the water fall. Birds screeched as they flew briskly out of their nests, while the sounds of unknown animals running frantically through the forest indicated they were trying to flee the unknown danger.  The forest was crazy for a few short moments, then just as quickly as it had become chaotic; things once again, became tranquil.

           
Photo by: Allison "Nikki" Greever  Pasadena, Maryland
This photo and the music below was my inspiration.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfj3EG1qZRU&feature=related