The beautiful woman had brought me to her home it was small and cute in a way it made me feel great to see this home in such a dark scary place though i still felt uneasy she seemed nice but so did the flower.Though i saw the house it was still very far
That whole "Jackson's heart is a replica of mines" was such bullshit. They know damn well that Hope should've been the target. I'm not advocating people going after babies but shit Voldemort went after Harry so as far as I'm concerned this wouldn't have been any different. Hell, I couldn't see Aya being 100 percent on board with ripping a baby's heart out but if push comes to shove and she literally couldn't deal with that whole Elijah thing anymore she would've cracked eventually. Haha! More like send a bazooka flying through that bitch.
My intent is to inform about what has been going on, and by no means to get Micah Jackson in trouble, on the other hand, I feel that he is responsible for his poor decisions he made. I was reluctant to go ahead and speak to my manager Pam at first because I am used to handle situations like that on my own without anyone’s involvement
It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.
I went through the cemetery because it is said the demons who burned the church down found home in the dead bodies that are six feet under. I went with my 16 year old sister which was a mistake. I started walking we heard noise in the trees, I just assumed it was a fox or raccoon or something, it scared the hell out of my sister and she latched to my arm and was so close I
I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say
I couldn’t sleep for shit. Its 8 in the morning on a fucking Saturday and these damn kids always running around keeping up noise and shit. Ever since I moved back in with my damn momma its been hell. I should’ve never started fucking with Anthony’s ass and stuck with Trey.
“I’m going to find him. By God I will find that son of a bitch who killed my wife.” I looked at my watch. 7:30 A.M. I just couldn’t believe it. Michaelis has been keeping me company in the room upstairs from the garage. Michaelis was a good man. Always was. Never had any problems with him for however long we new each other. He was just annoying, trying to hard to make sure I had “company”. It was pathetic. I wanted silence. Silence to figure out how I was going to kill the man that killed my wife. Why can’t he just understand that I want space? It’s pointless, all these people trying to help. What are they going to help? Nothing.
Three days until Pam’s arrival, the girls are thrilled, continually discussing their mother’s re-action when she meets with them after these few years have passed. This one particular night, I went to sleep as usual, and horrific scene within a disturbing dream, carried the smell of death. I didn’t know the scent of death at that time, and never experienced a dream that held a scent of something. Waking up to this sickening nauseous smell, I could not perform a day’s work, I called in sick and informed my husband about it; sharing this awful dream. Two bodies lying in a coffin - one male and one female. I could only see their legs, lower body and hands and that overwhelming smell of death, so intense that it seemed to be buried in my nostrils,
It was a dark and scary night I had just got off of work. I was walking home because my car broke down. My house was a little bit away so I went to my friends house to get a ride to my house. I nocked on his door nobody answered. So I went in and the place was a mess. I went into the living room I saw him laying there he was dead! I had looked around the house to see if anybody was here, but nobody was here.
Constricted by the dirty beige walls that used to be pearly-white, inflicted by black discrete scratches from 1 year ago by furniture he bought off of craigslist with his alimony money. Every night, room number 7 exudes an aura of balanced evil and hatred. The only company provided is the gossip overheard from the two women on the stairs leading to my room and the occasional police sirens fading in the distance. “Did you hear Esmeralda? Number 8 is going to be evicted.” The second lady responds, “So crazy. That’s the second family to be evicted from that room.” He closed his eyes and tuned them out. He laid in the comfort of his bed, which was placed horizontally in the top left corner of the room, strictly sleeping on the right side
Hi I'm Phoenix Jackson. Today I'm making my way into town to the clinic to pick up my grandson's medicine to sooth his throat on this freezing December morning. I live far out in the country of Mississippi but I would do anything for my sweet grandson. He somehow swallowed lye and isn't healing very much but the medicine from the clinic is helping him cope. As I walk down this old rugged path on the country side my apron gets caught by a good for nothing thorn bush. There are also many wild animals and a huge log, that I pray I can cross, that get in my way. Passing through the cornfield I come across a scare grow that scares me half to death. When I get over the log I'm so worn out that I need to rest so I sit on the grown and lean up against
One night on west 5th street of gorge street there was a ghost in my house. One night I heard stomping a lot of stomping in the middle of the night coming from the basement. Me and my brother were scared to death when we heard it I didn’t know what it was I was shanking scared from the stomping.
I didn’t notice the whispers drifting from the half open bedroom door until it was too late. I stood transfixed at the doorway, staring at the love of my life with his love of his life. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t anything. Thankfully, seems like they couldn’t either. I must have stood there for half an hour with my heart being torn slowly out of my chest, but they didn’t even notice me. When the pain got too much, I finally managed to gasp a sob and force myself away from the door.
I was standing by the cattle helping my father bath and feed the cattle, it was a great day to do our final bit of work we had around the farm. Although before we could finish, My father had to take a trip into the town to get feed for the animals. As my father was leaving for his trip into town he had a strange look on his face, I knew he was scared to leave because I have been hearing him and mother talking about this monstrosity that was said to be coming for our town. Before he made it out of the driveway I sprinted after him,