I look out over the cliff. The gray fingers of the sea tear at the rocks far below me. I take a step so my toes hang over the edge. How wonderful it would be to be able to end it right then and there. Just put your arms out like your trying to fly, and then fly…right to the ground. One moment you’re a living breathing human, the next, splat, you’re a pretty mess for someone else to clean up. I always wake up before I hit the ground. 1
I turn, walking back towards the house. The door is locked, but keys are a thing of the past. I go to the third floor, my floor. It looks almost like it did when I left it, though now it has a little more dust on the floor, and blood stains on the wall. No one comes up here. People say this place is haunted, but I’ve seen no ghosts.2
I run my hand over the dry, black blood still clinging to the wall, like a child clings to it’s mother. Like I did to my mother. I sigh. I wanted to see her. Now, because of what I did, I shall never see her again. No one will ever see me.3
I look out through a hole in the roof. It is a bright, clear, beautiful day. I can hear the cars moving on the unseen highway and the talk at the nursery nearby. How I hate it. A pigeon flies through the hole, and lands on the old bed. I smile grimly. My voice has no sound as I say, “Welcome to my Hell.” 4
Author notes
I got the idea for this from a dream I had. A few of my friends should be able to reconize the smilarities between the story and a certain old house. Anyway I had a dream i was at Spooky Acers Haunted House, and I snuck up the the third floor, and i found the ghost. He couldn't talk, but I asked him a bunch of questions,and he would show me images. I don't remember what I asked him, except I remember I asked him if he liked it here (he said no) if he regreted killing himself (yes) and why he was here and not in Heaven or Hell. He showed me a tunnel. It was lined with scenes from his life. We were moving towards a bright light. Right before we reached the light, a picture of him shoting himself in the head slammed down like a door, and a searing pain ripped across my brain. We feel backwards, and I woke up with horrible headache that had not yet gone away. Then I wrote this. love you all. Angie.
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Well I must say you are an awesome writer,
get job on this i like how you portrayed everything. awesome job in a creepy sort of way, 
-L8eR-
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*Blink* Freaking awesome write. Your author's comment kinda made me cringe. That'd be some creepy stuff frill frill. *Nod* But, yeah...nicely done.
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YAY SPOOOKY ACREES this is awesome angie! im soooo very proud of you!!! i couldnt have said it better my self! i love you very much!!!
keep up the great work
i really love this!
much love!
katie!!!! -
This is a great story. I love how you tell it. I wish I could write that well. I love you and miss you.
Sean -
thats just creepy but the authors note adds to it hugely and wow what a dream. thats gotta be creepy i might actually be jumpy if i get to go to the haunted house this year. but yea great job hows the new school? ttyl
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WOW!! You have major talent I am speechless. Great write, I saw the title and feel in love at first sight and HAD to read this, and I am so glad I did. Great imagery, and meaning, and I liked the points you were got to get across. Great job, and keep writing, wouldn’t want the world to collapse without your brilliant mind! Best of wishes and great great job!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I overlooked the errors, though they're were a few I won't mention them because the story was so so great! I'm not good at editing anyways, hehe it could be perfect and I'm just stupid. Anyways, great story!!!!!!!!!!!
~~~Hannah -
Whoa. Creepy and mysterious. I got shivers. Very odd but I liked it.
// Grammatic Suggestions //
A pidgin [pigeon] flies through the hole
// Favourite Line //
"you’re a pretty mess for someone else to clean up."
S t e p h
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