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This story is touching. I’ve often wondered the same. It is very sad for those who suffer “mental illness” and misdiagnosed as demon possessed or vice verse.

Originally posted on Hunting for Diamonds:

I think a lot about my father’s mental illness.  My father is a schizophrenic has schizophrenia.

When I was 12, he was working at a large commercial bakery owned by a large local grocery chain and ducked into the break room to get a sip of water and to get some respite from the smothering heat.  As he was walking to the bathroom, he slipped on a wet spot caused by a leaky water fountain and hit the back of his head on the edge of a break room table.  He developed a intracranial hematoma  as the result of his fall.  He spent a week in the hospital for monitoring and tests and was released under medical supervision.  Less than a year later he was diagnosed with manic depression and by the time I was 15 he had developed schizoafffective disorder, which was marked by severe paranoia, mood swings, violent outbursts, and sleeping…

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Shadow Man

Nae's Nest —  November 10, 2012 — 2 Comments

Shadows and Light

Shadows and Light

Shadows slipping in

Almost unnoticed

Shadow Walkers

Flashing by

Are they real?

Or is it a trick of the eye?

Creepy and frightening

Barely to be seen

A flash in the pan

Brief appearance

Of Shadow Man

There he is

No there!

Did I see him

Anywhere?

Figment of the imagination

Urban legend

Old time myth

Or death’s reflection?

Dark and fast

Here

No there

Living in nightmares

Coming alive

When awake

When alone

Walking through my life

Walking in

Walking out

A mere glimpse

Raising doubt

A ghost of the past

An old soul

Long gone

Centuries old

Closed eyes

Or open

It really doesn’t matter

Shadow Man

Can appear

He is always

Very near

Renee Robinson

 

 

 

 

Find Your Way Back

Nae's Nest —  October 28, 2012 — 2 Comments

I was always a bit jealous of my cousin Lisa Her family had a lakeside cabin in the woods. They would often go there during the summer for long weekends. Sometimes they would stay a week or two at a time. Lisa would come back full of stories about her excursions in the woods. I was thrilled when one year, her family invited us along

I remember that first night, we stayed up late. We all sat around the campfire roasting marshmallows and smore’s. Lisa and I swapped ghost stories while our parents chatted about upcoming family events.

Right in the middle of one of Lisa’s ghost stories, I heard a sound. Laughter. It seemed to hang on to the air and drift about. Looking across the lake, I noticed a tiny speck of light coming from a campfire. Funny, it had never occurred to me that other people would be here. Somehow, I always imagined my Aunt and Uncle owned the entire lake. Isn’t it strange how you form a picture in your head of what something looks like? It never looks like I picture it to be…

Renee?”, Lisa said

Hmm?’, I murmured as she brought me out of my dream state.

Don’t you have a story for me?”, she asked.

Oh! Yes, sure I do.” I said while clearing my throat.

Lisa had finished her story and I missed the best part! How stupid is that? I was really irritated with myself. Oh well, it was mine turn. I always loved telling and writing stories. Scary ones were always a favorite with my friends.

As usual, I was the first one up in the morning. I never could sleep very well away from home. I went out on the porch and looked out across the lake. I was looking for another cabin. I looked from one end of the shoreline to the next. I did not see any signs of another cabin, house or camper anywhere. My cousin came stumbling out, still rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

Is there another camp or house across the lake?” I asked.

I think there might be 1 or 2 on either end of the lake. But you can’t see them from here.” She replied.

Is there anything just across the lake? Right…over….in there?”, I pointed.

Nah. That’s mostly swampland.

Hmm,” I wonder what it was I had seen? Lights and laughter. Who could that have been? I decided to ask Lisa.

After telling Lisa what I had seen and heard last night, she shot questions out one by one.

You certain it was laughter you heard?” Maybe it was a raccoon or coyote? You know, sometimes th-”

Before she could go on any further, I angrily stopped her. “I think I know the difference between an animal and a person!”

Well excuse me! I was only trying to help!” Lisa said, clearly hurt.

Feeling guilty for snapping at her, I apologized. She looked at me and said, “We could go across the lake and check things out, if you like.”

I smiled at her and nodded. After we had breakfast, we were heading across the lake. My dad brought his old rowboat, in case anyone would want to use it while they were out fishing in my uncle’s motorboat. Now I was glad he did.

Across the lake, the water was thick with muck. I bet the wind couldn’t even make it budge. It almost felt like the lake didn’t want us there. It almost felt as if the swamp was off limits.

Look over there,” I pointed out to Lisa. Wedged between a couple of rotting trees, was an equally rotting rowboat. It was turned over, creating a bit of shade for the frogs, turtles and snakes. It was badly rotted and had a couple of floorboards missing.

Do you suppose someone had an accident? Maybe wrecked and got stuck here?”, I asked. Lisa was poking a stick inside the hole in the boat. I think I heard her say “Probably”.

Lisa decided it was her turn to row. We went further into the swamp. It was a maze of trees and tree stumps. It seemed endless and it smell foul.

I’ve never been out this far before.” I looked over at Lisa in surprise. We decided to take a little lunch break. My Aunt had made us some sand­wiches, chips and snack cakes. Lunch was calling my name. My belly put on tennis shoes and was on the run to get it.

Remember when we were younger and your dad would tell us spooky stories about this swamp?”

Oh yeah”, I replied. He kept us pretty scared, didn’t he” I said with a chuckle.

Because of his stories, I have never had the nerve to come here before today”, he said with a chuckle. I laughed too.

What kind of stories?” I asked. We never came here too often and I couldn’t remember much of the stories.

I guess they really weren’t ghost stories, not really. But they sure were scary”. Lisa said.

Mostly the stories were about some kids who were lost in this swamp. Somehow, they end up being cursed to live forever but in another lifeform- you know, something not really human. Sort of like shape-shifting, except they are cursed to stay that way forever and ever.”

They can only be heard at night,” Lisa continued.“They try to call you to them, you know..to lure you in. But, if you do. If you go to them, you become curse like they are. You become one of them and doomed to live in the swamp forever Whenever we heard a noise from across the lake, Dad would say “The swamp kids are playing!”

I finished eating, except for a little of the bread. I crumbled it into the swamp and watched as the fish ate it all up. All the while, I was thinking of that story.

Do you suppose that story could be sort of, you know, true?”

It could be”, said Lisa. “Maybe that rowboat was theirs. Maybe they had an accident, drowned and were never found. Could be something like that happened and, Presto! The scary story was born!”

I noticed my reflection in the water. I had a silly grin on my face. My arms started to reach up out of the water for me.

Renee, watch out!” She gave me a yank. Stunned I looked at Lisa.

You nearly fell in”, she said.

What”, I was too stunned to understand. “Nevermind”.

Lisa turned the boat around and we decided to head for home.

Lisa started looking toward the sky. “We lost track of time. We should have left before now. We need to get out in the open water.”

A cold chill came over the air like icy fingers. They were reaching for me. I could feel them. I could hear them. They wanted to squeeze me and choke me.

Lisa, as if reading my mind said, “It’s the evening draft. It comes every night just before dusk. We really need to get into the open water where it will be lighter. It will get dark fast here in the swamp with all these trees.

It was at that moment I knew we were lost in the swamp. In a panic, I tossed my head up toward the sky. It was dusky and full of trees. Soon, we would not be able to see anything at all.

THUMP!

What was that?” I asked. We had hit something.

I don’t know. A log, I think. We’re stuck. Take the other oar and help me push our way out. The water is to think and murky. There is so much debris and I can no longer see it. I can’t steer the boat around it.”

I stuck my oar beneath the boat and rooted around. I felt it dig into something soft. “Are you sure that’s a log? It seems awfully soft to me”.

It has to be,” Lisa replied.“What else could it be?” We both decided we did not want to know the answer to that question. So, we began rocking the boat in an attempt to set it free.

It worked! With one big splash, we were free. The unexpected movement caught me unbalanced. Quickly I grabbed the sides of the boat and saved myself from falling it. However, the oar managed to slip out of my hands and slid right into the water. Without a thought, I reached into the water to retrieve the oar. Momentarily, my hand was dipped below the surface. I rapped my fingers around wood. It was grimy from the swamp water-oh God…what? “There’s a hand! There’s a hand!”

A slimy and bloated hand had wrapped itself around mine!

My fingers wrapped around the wood, grimy from the swamp water, and another hand, slimy and bloated, wrapped around mine. I screamed and pulled myself free.

In the process, I bumped into my cousin and knocked her into the water. Before I could even catch my breath, her head popped up out of the water.

Yuck! This water taste nasty.”

I am so so sorry.” I apologized. “Oh Lisa, are you OK?”

Yes, I am fine. The water isn’t very deep. I am able to stand.

I helped Lisa back into the boat. She was cold and shivering. “I’m am truly sorry,” I apologized again.

When I reached in to get the oar, something grabbed me.” I began to explain.

It was probably just a fish. We have a bigger problem to worry about. It is getting dark.

Under the trees, nightfall was taking over fast.

The bright colors of the swamp were no longer visible. All colors blending into each other becoming one. The shadows are moving in and taking over the swamp, the water, sky…Everything is just one shadow. Total darkness.

What are we going to do?” I asked.

I think we should just wait here. Our parents will come searching for us. They knew we were heading for the swamp. Dad know the swamp well too.

And so we waited. It was pitch black. Even the moon was afraid to come out tonight. Every shape looked like something that was going to leap out at any moment.

Can you smell that?” asked my cousin with a trembling voice. She was wet and cold.

I sniffed the air. A foul rotting odor assaulted my nose. Faint at first, but quickly growing stronger. “Yes, what do you suppose it is?”

Swamps just smell sometimes, I guess”.

Somewhere in the darkness, something rustled and then there was a splash.

What kind of animals live here.” I asked, my voice trembling with fear.

I dunno. Bears…deer. But they wouldn’t be in the swamp. They wouldn’t like the water.”

Something was making a steady crunching noise which was getting closer. It was like something walking through the water toward us.

Lisa said it was probably just a boat wake from out on the lake.

Who would be out on the lake at this hour?”

The splashing stopped a few feet from us. Although we could still not see anything. Something just Thumped! Again. It was hard and against the side of our boat! Slowly, I inched away from the noise. I could hear Lisa doing the same. Our little boat titled dangerously from our weight shift.

The thumping continued, again and again and again. Like fist pounding relentlessly. Then, suddenly another could be heard! Both sides of the boat were being beaten by something. We both scrambled to the center, as far from either side as possible. We could feel the boat shutter with each assault as if it had come alive!

More and more unseen fists hammered our little boat. The boat was unable to stop shaking the assaults were coming in so fast. Lisa and I, huddled together completely terrified and quiet as mice. We both were wishing we could disappear. That we could open our eyes and be across the lake at home with our family.

And then…the laughter started. A loud mocking laughter. Whoever was doing this, was enjoying every moment.

A bright light suddenly exploded out upon the water. The noises abruptly stopped. Once our eyes adjusted we could see our surroundings. The water had gone perfectly still. Only 10 feet away from us was the shore. There was a campfire.

We were completely confused. How did we end up here? Who lead us here? Why had they scared the shit out of us?

That looks warm”, said Lisa, breaking into my thought.

I glanced over at her. She was cold, wet and shivering. “Is it real?” I wondered outloud.

Who care.” Lisa said. She grabbed the oars and starting rowing. She said she was frozen and fake fire or not….she had to get warm.

The boat slid gently to shore. Before I could stop her, Lisa jumped out and ran toward the fire. Before my very eyes, her silhouette blurred and before long she was lost in the glare.

Lisa!” I called. I didn’t know whether or not to follow. “Lisa!”

Someone answered, but it was not Lisa.

All of the sudden, they were in total darkness. The fire, as if afraid of the voice, went out. A smaller light appeared. Bobbing up and down as it grew closer and brighter. A flashlight.

Renee, is that you””

Daddy?”

Renee, are you alright? Everyone’s been worried. We need to get you home.

Wait,” I protested. “What about Lisa?”

It’s alright,” Dad said. “We’ve already found her.”

What?” I replied. I was looking back at where the fire had been with a look of confusion on my face. “But–.”

I know,” my dad interrupted. “Her body floated back to the surface. That’s how we found her.

What?” This didn’t make any sense at all. “What are you talking about?”

Lisa fell overboard. Don’t you remember?”

Yes, but..” I looked again at the dark shoreline where the mysterious blaze had been only minutes ago. “She’s not…”

Come on, Honey. Let’s get you back home and warmed up.”

I will never be able to understand what just happened, nor will I ever forget. There was Lisa. Laid out on the kitchen table with her eyes closed. She was soaked to the bone. Her skin was swamp green and nauseating. I wanted to forget it. How could I with her drowned corpse right here in front of me?

I can not explain what happened. When Lisa’s parents asked me about it, I just say she fell overboard and the rowboat had drifted away when it got dark. They was what they expected to hear. I told it to myself over and over and over again. I wanted to forget. I needed to forget. I can’t. Not even today. I can’t. Whenever, I am near a pond, lake or swamp, I hear laughter.

I wish I could forget.”

Lisa, please find your way back.” I cry, everyday.

-THE END-

Renee Robinson

One-Way Road

Nae's Nest —  April 25, 2012 — 2 Comments

 

Everytime the wind is heard

And so is she

Everytime a soul cries

And so does she

Everytime a spirit whispers

And so does she

*

Spiritual mysteries

Listen with the child within

Never let her go

She’s wiser than most men

Like a fine mist she can be felt

One need only to be still

Listen with the child within

Never too old to feel

True riches of this world

Have been brought before you

Answers to the hereafter

Heard only by the inner you

*

The simple pleasures

Endless treasures

Eyes that are widely closed

Missing out, losing out

Traveling a one-way road

*

See with the child’s mind

The one outgrown and mocked

The one evicted long ago

Maturity slammed and double locked

The child who heard with fresh ears

A greater spiritual awareness

Her senses highly attuned

Seasoned with innocence

Growing up, no room for inner you

Spiritual light burned out

Replaced with age

And self-doubt

All grown up, no time for make-believe

Silly and mythical

Fables and fairytales

Only a child would conceive

*

Is it possible, she was right

That voice of your inner child

A small chance that she was right

Her visions not imagined and wild

Do spirits walk the earth?

Offering all of life’s answers

Are we afraid of the inner child?

Afraid her notions were not wild?

 *

  The simple pleasures

Endless treasures

Eyes that are widely closed

Missing out, losing out

Traveling a one-way road

Renee Robinson

One picture – Two stories.

Myself and a friend each wrote about this 1 photo and posted our musings.  It was interesting to see how what we each came up with.

He posted it on his blog a few days ago.  I am now reblogging on to my sight.  You will not be disappointed checking his blog out as well.  This is only a small sample of his amazing talent.

Steve at http://igotastorylikethat.wordpress.com

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Perfect Plan, Part 2

Nae's Nest —  March 14, 2012 — Leave a comment

Edna painted this. She is fabulous, but does not realize just how talented she is.

Part 2-The Family

The Waldbin family were busy unpacking.  They just moved into an old beautiful house a couple of days ago.  Mrs. Waldbin, Edna, was going through family pictures to hang in the stairway.  Mr. Waldbin, Stanley thinks she is crazy, pointing out he will be fixing the house up and all the pictures will be coming down.  Edna shrugged and said, that’s no excuse. Our house can look nice until you start the project.  He shook his head at her and went out to the barn with his son, Vic.  Stanley was busy in the barn stripping paint off the doors to the house.  He has 4 doors completed.  Underneath all that paint, he discovered the doors were solid hickory, very rustic and beautiful.  He had half-a-mind to hang the doors up now, just to prove his point to Edna.  However, it wasn’t worth causing an argument, so he and 8-year-old Vic, got busy stripping another door.  Stanley did most of the work, and Vic was his gopher.  Although, he allowed Vic to use the sander and strip some of the paint when Stanley took  small breaks.  This gave Vic some bragging rights for his friends (Yeah, I helped restore the house, you should have seen how bad it was.  I did the all of the doors!).

The barn/workshop--Stanley's "Man-Cave"

Meanwhile, Edna could not decide where to put the pictures, and she grudgingly decided Stanley was right.  So, she and little 4-year-old Shevi went into the kitchen.  Shevi ate Cheerios while Edna unpacked the last of the kitchen wares.  She was wondering what to fix for dinner.  Something easy and not too time consuming.  She decided on tacos and put the meat out to thaw.

Edna was in front of the kitchen window putting some measuring cups away when she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye.  She looked directly out the window.  There was nothing there….hmmmmmm, she thought.  She kept looking out and had a chilling sensation someone was looking at her.  Just as she was about to convince herself she was nuts,she heard something fall to the floor.n  Shevi starting crying she said she was scared.  Edna asked what she was scared of, Shevi said, “The milk flew ober my head by itself and slashed out all ober me!”, she cried.

Shevi and Winnie, Shevi's "baby"

Just then, Edna felt that cold chill slither down her spine again.  She shook it off, telling herself that Shevi just said that so she wouldn’t get in trouble for spilling the milk,  She looked at Shevi, who was looking at her with a pitiful, pouty lipped, teary-eyed, absolutely adorable face.

Edna said, “Shevi, go upstairs and jump out of your clothes.  Get your bath toys ready, I will be right up to give you a bath.”

“Oh goodie!  Can I have wats of rubbles?”

“Yes you can!”

As soon as Shevi heard Mommy say “Yes”, she was racing up the stairs, half-naked.  Edna empty the last box of a handful of things labeled “kitchen”.  Then up the stairs she went.  Shevi was running around butt naked looking for her baby, saying she needed her hair “wasped”.  Edna started to run the bath water.

Stanley yelled up the stairs, “Edna? You up there?”

Edna went to the top of the stairs, “I’m giving Shevi a bath”.

“Have you seen the band-aids?” He asked

“Yep,  I put them in the cabinet next to the fridge.  What happened?” said Edna.

“Strangest thing, I was using the sander on a door, suddenly it caught fire!”  he looked at Edna, shaking his head.  “I didn’t get a burn, I tossed the thing out of my hand so fast, it didn’t have time to burn me”, he laughed.

Shevi yelled, “Mommy!”

Stanley went on to say, “I ended up slicing my arm on the pegboard.  I am going to go back to the barn to put that board up.  I should have done so before now.  I shouldn’t have had nails sticking out of it either.”

“Daddy, Mommys busy wif ME!  You come back later. We are doin womans things now.”  Shevi yelled.

Edna said she needed to get back to the “boss lady”

Stanley chuckled and headed over to get that band-aid.

The Waldbin's, Halloween 2011

Hours later, the kids were in bed. Stanley and Edna were snuggled together on the couch.  Edna told Stanley about that strange feeling she had  while in front of the kitchen window and how Shevi  reacted when the milk was spilled.  Stanley didn’t say anything.  Edna looked up at him and asked what was on his mind.

Stanley enjoys photography.This is Edna's favorite picture he too of Vic and Zipper.

He told her more about the incident with the sander.  He said he felt a strange sensation also.

“It was creepy-like, it made my hair stand on end”, he said.

He felt “creepy” while using the sander.  He said Vic was putting things away on the pegboard.

“Then all of a sudden, Vic yelled out.  I looked over at him to ask what was wrong.  Vic cried, Daddy that screwdriver floated in the air all by itself and put itself away on the peg board.”

“I didn’t know what to say to him.  I didn’t want him to know I was creeped out too.  I didn’t say much and went back to my sanding.  That’s when it caught fire!”

Stanley and Edna just looked at each other.  Each absorbing what the other had said  They didn’t know what to think.  After a while, they decided to go to bed.

by Renee Robinson

Part 1 -The Spirits

A few spirits decided to wonder down to earth.  They were bored with traveling aimlessly through the hemisphere.  They were lost souls with nothing to do.  The most dangerous kind.

They were circling a neighborhood which had caught their eye.  It is a very large house up on a hilltop that was old and spooky in style.  As an added bonus there is a family living inside.  Perfect! Thought, Ulcer the most disgusting of the group.  Carrion, the biggest and the meanest of the group, dived down to get a closer look.  He looked in a window and noticed boxes in the house.  When he peeked in another, he saw a hideously attractive woman unpacking a box.  There was a disgustingly adorable little girl helping her.    He checked window after window, the more he saw, the more interest he had.  Finally, in the last window, he saw a nasty looking man with a pesky boy unpacking boxes in the barn.

The Waldbin House

Carrion went to his soul mates.

He said, “The house is perfect!  It is exactly what we need.  It has lots of nooks and crannies which are perfect hiding places.  The cellar is huge, cluttered, dark and damp and the barn is even better!

Carrion, the self-proclaimed leader of the spirits, aka the "Alpha Male"

A table and a picture suddenly appeared.  Carrion whips out a pen and got to work drawing lines all over the picture showing the others all of the perfect areas they have to choose from to scare the family out of the house.  That is the goal–to scare the family out of the house.   The spirits have no personal attachment to the house.  They want to make the family leave, simply because they were bored and desperate for fun.

The sun is rising, and the plans are complete.  The creatures crawled under some nearby rocks to get some sleep.  Tonight they would begin their fright!

Edna painted this. She is fabulous, but does not realize just how talented she is.

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Part 2-The Family

The Waldbin family were busy unpacking.  They just moved into an old beautiful house a couple of days ago.  Mrs. Waldbin, Edna, was going through family pictures to hang in the stairway.  Mr. Waldbin, Stanley thinks she is crazy, pointing out he will be fixing the house up and all the pictures will be coming down.  Edna shrugged and said, that’s no excuse. Our house can look nice until you start the project.  He shook his head at her and went out to the barn with his son, Vic.  Stanley was busy in the barn stripping paint off the doors to the house.  He has 4 doors completed.  Underneath all that paint, he discovered the doors were solid hickory, very rustic and beautiful.  He had half-a-mind to hang the doors up now, just to prove his point to Edna.  However, it wasn’t worth causing an argument, so he and 8-year-old Vic, got busy stripping another door.  Stanley did most of the work, and Vic was his gopher.  Although, he allowed Vic to use the sander and strip some of the paint when Stanley took  small breaks.  This gave Vic some bragging rights for his friends (Yeah, I helped restore the house, you should have seen how bad it was.  I did the all of the doors!).

The barn/workshop–Stanley’s “Man-Cave”

Meanwhile, Edna could not decide where to put the pictures, and she grudgingly decided Stanley was right.  So, she and little 4-year-old Shevi went into the kitchen.  Shevi ate Cheerios while Edna unpacked the last of the kitchen wares.  She was wondering what to fix for dinner.  Something easy and not to time-consuming.  She decided on tacos and put the meat out to thaw.

Edna was in front of the kitchen window putting some measuring cups away when she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye.  She looked directly out the window.  There was nothing there….hmmmmmm, she thought.  She kept looking out and had a chilling sensation someone was looking at her.  Just as she was about to convince herself she was nuts,she heard something fall to the floor.n  Shevi starting crying she said she was scared.  Edna asked what she was scared of, Shevi said, “The milk flew ober my head by itself and slashed out all ober me!”, she cried.

Shevi and Winnie, Shevi’s “baby”

Just then, Edna felt that cold chill slither down her spine again.  She shook it off, telling herself that Shevi just said that so she wouldn’t get in trouble for spilling the milk,  She looked at Shevi, who was looking at her with a pitiful, pouty lipped, teary-eyed, absolutely adorable face.

Edna said, “Shevi, go upstairs and jump out of your clothes.  Get your bath toys ready, I will be right up to give you a bath.”

“Oh goodie!  Can I have wats of rubbles?”

“Yes you can!”

As soon as Shevi heard Mommy say “Yes”, she was racing up the stairs, half-naked.  Edna empty the last box of a handful of things labeled “kitchen”.  Then up the stairs she went.  Shevi was running around butt naked looking for her baby, saying she needed her hair “wasped”.  Edna started to run the bath water.

Stanley yelled up the stairs, “Edna? You up there?”

Edna went to the top of the stairs, “I’m giving Shevi a bath”.

“Have you seen the band-aids?” He asked

“Yep,  I put them in the cabinet next to the fridge.  What happened?” said Edna.

“Strangest thing, I was using the sander on a door, suddenly it caught fire!”  he looked at Edna, shaking his head.  “I didn’t get a burn, I tossed the thing out of my hand so fast, it didn’t have time to burn me”, he laughed.

Shevi yelled, “Mommy!”

Stanley went on to say, “I ended up slicing my arm on the pegboard.  I am going to go back to the barn to put that board up.  I should have done so before now.  I shouldn’t have had nails sticking out of it either.”

“Daddy, Mommys busy wif ME!  You come back later. We are doin womans things now.”  Shevi yelled.

Edna said she needed to get back to the “boss lady”

Stanley chuckled and headed over to get that band-aid.

The Waldbin’s, Halloween 2011

Hours later, the kids were in bed. Stanley and Edna were snuggled together on the couch.  Edna told Stanley about that strange feeling she had  while in front of the kitchen window and how Shevi  reacted when the milk was spilled.  Stanley didn’t say anything.  Edna looked up at him and asked what was on his mind.

Stanley enjoys photography.This is Edna’s favorite picture he too of Vic and Zipper.

He told her more about the incident with the sander.  He said he felt a strange sensation also.

“It was creepy-like, it made my hair stand on end”, he said.

He felt “creepy” while using the sander.  He said Vic was putting things away on the pegboard.

“Then all of a sudden, Vic yelled out.  I looked over at him to ask what was wrong.  Vic cried, Daddy that screwdriver floated in the air all by itself and put itself away on the peg board.”

“I didn’t know what to say to him.  I didn’t want him to know I was creeped out too.  I didn’t say much and went back to my sanding.  That’s when it caught fire!”

Stanley and Edna just looked at each other.  Each absorbing what the other had said  They didn’t know what to think.  After a while, they decided to go to bed.

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Part 3 – The Introductions

“You Moron, I have to do the thinking for all of us!  You hear me?  You are ALL useless!”  Carrion yelled at his companions.

He glared at the others.  There were 5 in all:

Follicle, she is moody.  She will make her face vanish when she is upset, embarrassed or hiding.  She can never figure out why the others always find her.

All of the spirits have the ability to change their appearance, however they can not change their sex.

This particular group of spirits were kicked out of the realm.  They have been banned.  They are doomed to haunt earth.  They are not permitted to wonder to any other planets, but they do not care.  Those would be dull too.  They are limited in spirit abilities when not in the realm.  The realm provides much more freedom.

Next we have Caesar, he likes to think he is “elite” and “cultured”.  In reality, he is more like Thurston Howell The Third from Gilligan’s Island.

Caesar & Isis

He is always with his cat.  Though he refers to her as feline and will correct anyone who says “cat”.  He is also insistent his cat, Isis is a rare breed, boasting there are less than 50 in the entire world.  He claims she is a Mysticat.  Carrion, believes Caesar made up the entire story to impress everyone.  He is a known liar afterall.  He also has sticky fingers.  He will steal anything, no matter what it is.  He claims he has a “magnetic” personality.  These objects find him irremediable and they are actually stealing him!

A clear picture is beginning to emerge.  It is becoming clearer how and why these spirits were banned from the realm.

Even Isis is an oddball-furrball.  She actually likes Caesar.  Although, they do quarrel over who is smarter.

Isis being from the realm, can speak.  She can read and write.  She can do nearly everything any spirit can do except feed and care for herself.  Actually, a cat from the realm could do these things, but they choose not to.  They believe the spirits are here to serve them and are “beneath” them.

Lets see this brings us to Ulcer, so aptly named because he will eat anything.  He has been known to

chase Isis with knife and fork in hand when Caesar is not around.  Fortunately, for Ulcer, the other spirits could care less if he caught the uppidty-up cat.  Fortunately, for Isis, when Caesar catches Ulcer chasing his “poor poor baby”, Caesar beats Ulcer in the way spirits do.  Caesar swears he would kill Ulcer if only he weren’t already dead.

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Finally, we have Chaos.  His mystical skills are very advanced.  In fact, his skills were more advanced the many who are in the realm.  However, he is young.

Carrion being older and more experienced, is the alpha male.  However, one day very soon, Chaos will most likely make aggressive demands to be leader of the pack, eventually Chaos will win.

In which case, Carrion’s rank will go down a notch, however, he will e revered as an elder and former leader.  He will always be treated with respect and his opinion will be valued.  Well—as much as possible with a group like this.  3 in the group are nearly invalids when is come to their minds and actions.

Carrion crawled out from under his rock, only to find Ulcer  skinny dipping in the Waldbin’s pond.  He had a perfect backside view of Ulcer diving.  From behind, it looked like he had a couple of large baggy bouys he was dragging along.  Carrion could feel his skin turning green.

Carrion cleared his throat and yelled for the group to gather.  It was time for them to receive their instructions for the haunting.

The 4 of them gathered around, including the still naked Ulcer.  Carrion glared at him and ordered him to dress himself.  Ulcer, always the smartass, snapped his fingers and was immediately dressed as one of Santa’s elves.

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Part 4, Come Edna!

The next morning, Edna decided to clean out the breakfast nook.  She asked Stanley if he would start on that room first.  He said as soon as he finished up the doors he would.  So, Edna began preparing the room.  It was probably the room needing the most attention in the entire house.

The breakfast nook

Edna loved this room, she dreamed of how beautiful she would make it.  She happily swept, while singing to herself.  She was lost in her own little world when she suddenly jumped!  She heard a blood curdling noise, a scream……she couldn’t tell if it was a woman or perhaps a cat?  Whatever it was, just where was it?  She began looking around the house for the source.

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“Great job, Ulcer! She thinks you’re a dying cat!”, Carrion hissed  as he smacked Ulcer upside his head.  “If you want anything done right…..” he wondered off grumbling to himself.

Carrion, angry with Ulcer

“Edna! Come here Edna! Come!  Edna!”, Carrion knew exactly where she was.

In fact, he was in the bathroom with her right now.  She was running a nice bubble bath.

“How sweet”, thought Carrion as he breathed cold air into the water.  Edna, had already checked the temperature, and was ready to  get in.  She started to lower herself into the water and quickly jumped right back out.

“That’s odd”, she thought.  She began to run more hot water into the tub.  The kids went to the hardware store with their father, giving her a little luxury time.  She was tired and sore from preparing the breakfast nook.  Stanley offered to take the kids with him, so she could enjoy a soak before starting supper.  Edna’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted.  She thought she heard something.

“Edna! Come here Edna! Come!  Edna!”, Carrion softly hissed.  Edna could feel gooseflesh popping up on her skin.

“Get hold of yourself Edna”, she thought to herself.  She tested the water, perfect.  She lowered herself in.  She laid back her head and closed her eyes.

The next thing she knew, she was was being lifted up in her dreams.  Blissful peace.  No worries, totally relaxed.  “Edna! Come here Edna! Come!  Edna!”, Carrion softly hissed.

Without opening her eyes, Edna responded, “Yes?”

“Can you feel the breeze Edna?”  Carrion asked.  “Can you feel it blowing over your wet skin?”  “Is it too cold for you?”

Edna stirred a little, without opening her eyes, she responded “Yes”.

“Can you hear this?  What do you think is causing this noise?”

“I, I…I don’t know”, Edna stammered.

“OH come on now Edna”, hissed Carrion.  “Think now, what do you hear?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him.  She thought she was still dreaming.  His face glowed at her from the dark room.  She vaguely wondered, why was it so dark?

Carrion began to soothe Edna.  He gently cleansed her face, closing her eyes again.  She was completely relaxed again.  A hypnotically sensual state of mind.

Carrion crooned in Edna’s ear, “Think now Darling, what is that sound?”

“Dddigging”, whispered Edna

“Yessssssssss” hissed Carrion.  “That’s right Dear.  What do you supposed we are digging?”

“I don’t know”, murmured Edna.  “It could be anything?”

“Exactly, what it is you hear?  Listen carefully now and tell me”

“I hear shovels hitting rock”

“Do you smell anything?”

Breathing in deeply, Edna said, “Yes.  Must, it’s musty.  I smell dirt and mildew and spider webs.  It also smells damp.  Like earthworms.”

“Ah!  I am impressed Edna.  You described it all very well.  Perhaps, you would like to open your eyes and look around now?  I want you to see what we are digging.  Come now, you’re curious, aren’t you?”

Suddenly Edna felt chilled again.  She said she didn’t want to open her eyes.  She wanted to soak and enjoy herself.  Carrion became angry and bellowed at her,

“I TOLD YOU TO OPEN YOUR EYES!”

Edna opened her eyes.  She was shaking all over.  She looked around.  She saw 7 men who all looked alike, yet were exactly different.  They each had a pick or a shovel or some other tool used for digging.  They all had their hands on her body, touching her!

She felt fingers of ice trailing slowly down her chest and dripping off her nipples.  She knew then what they were digging.  It was a grave.  Her grave.  She didn’t know what terrified her more, their hands on her body or being held above her own grave!  She began to scream!

“Stanley!  Help me!

She remembered she was alone.  She wretched herself out of Carrion’s grasp as he viciously laughed.

She ran out of the bathroom, his laugh slowly faded until it was gone.

Edna, shakily dressed in her bedroom and then went outside on the porch.  It was there she sat, until Stanley came home with the children.

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Watch for Chapter 5