Creative Writing: Red Beep Beep

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

“Do let us go downstairs,” I pleaded to John. “There are such pretty rooms there.”

The curiosities that revolve around this event infatuate me. The night of the occurrence I knew something was off, I was petrified. I lied awake that night trying to remove my mind from the agonizing fear that crippled me, giving myself countless alternative reasons for the sounds that rudely awoke me. This man that did this to me was not a stranger, I spoke to him many times throughout the week and he was consistently kind, maybe it was part of his plan, so I wouldn’t suspect it. He was a regular acquaintance that I consistently interacted with, to me he wouldn’t ever hurt a fly, but that night, seconds before my death, I saw alarmingly unfamiliar resentment from the way he looked at me. I knew the noises weren’t the crickets. I hoped that

This morning I walked into your room because I heard quite a commotion of hangers hitting walls and drawers being slammed. Either you were trying to capture, kill, or scare a spider OR you were having an emotional breakdown. Either way, I was ready for it. I had Love and Logic training and knew exactly what I needed to say and how to say it…bring it on sweetie. I was not ready for you, my beautiful, kind-hearted SIX-YEAR-OLD daughter, to be throwing clothes around your room while yelling, “Mom! I cannot wear the outfit I set out last night because it makes me look fat!” Ummmm, WHAT? I wanted to scream, “You are six years old! Are you out of your ever-loving mind? You are not supposed to see yourself like that! You are six; how could you be so crazy about the way you look already?” Instead, I told you how beautiful, brilliant, and strong you are and that you are being silly. In other words, I disregarded and minimized your feelings entirely.

I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.

He stepped into the headlight of my car as a ground-shaking BOOM following a massive burst of light shook the earth.

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Wow, me cut off her best student like, I say again. I just can't believe she cut me off. “Goodbye class.”

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts

I didn’t think much about the white that surrounded me. I didn’t say much when they loaded me into the back of the squad car to drive me to the place. I didn’t flinch when my own father told me I was pathetic. I didn’t shrink away when the guards told me to take all my clothes off and shove them in a tiny plastic bag and to leave it behind because I was now expected to live in my biodegradable scrubs. It wasn’t until I was being escorted into the actual hellhole itself that I started to freak out. There was nothing to ground me, my parents long gone, having left me to my fate as they went back home to cushy luxuries like warm clothes and a television. My hands trembled, dancing their nervous walts at my side, and I felt fear roil in my gut. My stomach felt like it was going to erupt, hot acid like lava in my throat. There was a serene quality to this place, though;

As I finally reached Main Square I was already out of breath, but what breath remained was snatched from my lungs by the scene that unfolded before me. A heaving mass of bodies amassed in the square. Deafening chants permeated the air mixing with the acrid scent of flares that some of the young crowd were lighting. One young man stood upon a makeshift stage with a megaphone blaring to the audience -

It was a catastrophe. Whenever I remember that day it gives me cold chills. I had a close shave with death. It all started when we, me and my family, neared Naran Hill Station. The weather was cool; sky was clear; and lush green mountains. Though, the road had sharp curves and there was a steep fall on the side. I did't worry a bit. "What could possibly go wrong?", I thought to myself. It was then I saw a grey Corolla speeding behind us. "Is that guy mad or something?", I questioned myself. The car approached near and near. We were descending the mountain. In about a couple of seconds the grey car collided with the bumper of our car. Our car went out of control. Everyone screamed up their lungs. The tires slipped. We could've fallen down the

A pale face appeared, gently bobbing up and down in the darkness. It was in rhythm with the sounds of the horror's slow motion.