Creepy Story I Just Came Up With

"I still feel the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. Still hear the sound of her angelic voice, resonating in my ears, locking itself in my brain. I can still see those blue eyes, boring into me, seeing something that I have never seen myself before. And still, I feel her ghost around me, though I know that she's not here.

"Here is the story of how Anna Sawyer became gone forever.

"It all started on Monday. We were both in the kitchen discussing I don't even remember what, as we prepared our evening meal. She had said that I looked handsome, but that I needed to shave. The scruff on my cheeks would scratch her every time she kissed me. So of course I did.

"We went to bed that night, happy, laughing underneath the comforter. She screamed each time I would press the sensitive part at her waist, and then burst into laughter, pushing herself against me. It felt so good to have her there. You can't possibly believe that I'd kill her, can you?

"While dreaming I heard something strange. I opened my eyes, confused as to what the sound could be. I decided that it was apart of my dream, and that I shouldn't worry about anything. Before I had closed my eyes, I faintly recall a shadow cross the window, but that was more than likely to happen, considering that there was a tree just by it, and a wind could have blown it. With that I had been satisfied.

"The next day we proceeded with our usual system. But throughout the day I kept on thinking that I would see a man through the window's all about the apartment  watching her. It couldn't be though, I had thought; it was just a trick of my imagination. It wasn't until that night that I knew something was strange.

"Anna had gone to bed early, and I stayed up to investigate what I thought I was seeing. Around the apartment I went, keeping a close eye out for anything mysterious that might catch my view. At two in the morning I woke up to a clatter outside when I saw him again, staring at me with cats eyes. There was no denying now that he was real. I had seen him. A chill had gone down my spine while we stared each other down. I would have stayed that way too had not Anna called me, wondering where I was. I had gone to her quickly, telling her that I just was staying up late to finish a movie. She had pushed herself against me once more, but to my dismay it seemed as if she was scared. I felt her shiver a few times before her heart had calmed down once more, and she went back to a slow and steady breathing. My eyes had started to get heavy; but before they shut I vaguely remember the indistinct shadow. The same shadow of the night before. With that, I pulled her against me closer, so as not to loose her to this almost figurative shadow.

"Now you may think me mad, or crazy, or whatever you want to call it. But I am telling you the truth! I loved  Anna Sawyer with all my heart! She was my wife.

"Wednesday was two days before she died. I had a fleeting feeling that something was going to happen to her that I could not stop. But for me, that did not matter. I was going to protect her no matter what. As the day wore on though, neither of us could deny the uncomfortable feelings that we were getting. I had tried to hide my emotions, but around her I was like an open book. She could read everything on my face. I could see her fear too, masked underneath her undying love for making people happy. She had smiled for most of the day. Most.

"It was night again when I saw him for the third time. Just like the time before, he did not attempt to hide himself from me. At that time, Anna was clearing the dishes from our dinner, and saw my attention intensely grabbed. She had followed my eyes to the window, and that's when I heard the plate smash to the floor. Instinctively I looked over to her, and she stared at the man with stone eyes. She had asked me who the man was, and I responded just as scared that I didn't know. A moment later he had vanished like a flame when blown from a wick.

"Neither of us had known what to do. We couldn't call the police because we didn't know who the man was, or where he went. All we could do was stay close together. That night she was as a stone. She did not move at all.

"Thursday had come and gone, and I couldn't help think throughout that day that this man had been stalking her as a vulture to his prey, and she didn't know that it had been going on all week. I dared not tell her, for I did not want to raise her anxiety. Thursday night I gave her the most tender of kisses a man can ever give.

"Friday arose, and I was anxious throughout the whole day; through work, and on the car ride home. I was so fearful for her. Why was this man watching her like that?

"Once through the door I had felt her slender arms tighten about my neck. I knew something was wrong, and I had asked her what was it? But she simply shook her head, told me that she didn't want to talk, and we cuddled on the couch, hoping to drown out our thoughts with a comedy. But that hadn't helped much. At least not for me.

"Again, she went to bed early this last night, and I stayed up investigating. Again, it was the same system as that of Tuesday, but I never saw this man. That is, I never saw him through the windows.

"At length, when sleep had started to faze my eyes I heard a scream from our room. It was a scream of which no one wants to hear at all through their lives. I quickly ran in there. And in the room I saw them: him over top of her on the bed, his hand pressing against her mouth to stifle the screams, and while doing, he put one knee in between her legs to push them apart. Don't ask me why he was doing this, in our house, with me there, trying to rape her in front of me, but he was.

"Yelling, I ran up to him and had yanked him off of her. I began beating him when my wife's hand pushed me away. She had told me not to kill him. To call the police and be done with it. With that pause it hadn't taken him long to lift up his leg and kick me in the ribs, causing me to double over. But I quickly recovered from the pain, and began attacking me again, but now, he had the head start, pushing me to the ground and giving me what I had given him. I had heard Anna talking to someone on the phone, my guess the police, and hear the crying in her voice. This was enough for me to find all of my will power and push this man away from me for a moment and give myself leverage to fight him off again. As I had face him on my feet, he had pulled a gun out and pointed it at me. Fear filled my mind, but it was mostly for what he would do to Anna after I would die. But.... As you can see, I never died. Anna's screams mingled with my own as she jumped in front of me just as the trigger was pulled. The image of her lying lifelessly on our bedroom floor still torments me. Her blood pooling about her.

"I called her name, screamed it eventually, but she never answered. It was too late.

"I had looked up at the man who took my wife, and crying, I ran up to him, pulled the gun out of his hand, and killed him. That is what police saw when they came into the apartment. Me with the gun, and two people dead. I can see how you would be very convinced that I was the one who killed my wife. But I just killed the man who deserved it. He was the one that killed my wife. I think that justice has been payed enough. Wont you people release me?"

"He seems to be telling the truth." Whispered Deputy Fitzgerald into the Sheriff's ear. "See, he's crying now."

"Yes," Said the Sheriff. "But there are many people who are good actors. It's hard to know for sure."

"But sir-"

"We don't know if he's lying yet, you hear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now William Sawyer, would you be so kind as to answer our questions at the police station?"

He looked at the two with grief and despondency, and knew that they didn't believe him. It would be a long time before justice was truly satisfied.

Paying Attention

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


I feel a slight eagerness as I walk into school to see Daniel. I know, surprise, surprise, but ever since he kissed me I can't quite get him out of my head. Is it crazy to have dream's with him in it, five nights in a roe? I sure hope not, because that is what has been happening to me. I just want to see him, hold him, kiss him. Be with him. Wow, I never thought I'd be thinking that after the first crappy date, but I guess that you never know what fantastic things the future will bring you.

I'm so caught up in my own thinking that I almost miss Jeremie walk away in the opposite direction.

"I'll meet up with you in a minute." I say to Mariah, and then dash off to catch up with him. In a moment it seems, I'm holding his arm.

"Jeremie! Hey! I almost feel like I haven't seen you in three day's!" I laugh at my own stupid joke, but he doesn't respond. He just stands there, looking away from me.

"Hey." I say quieter. "Are you okay?"

"Um." He seem's uncertain, like if he tell's me something he'll be in trouble.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I say quickly. "I can tell that you don't want to talk. But just letting you know that if you ever need to talk, I'm here." I smile, and then just as I'm about to walk away he grabs my arm and looks down at me.

"Thanks Sam."

And I know that right now that is all that needs to be said, so I walk away, leaving him with his thoughts.

***

"So back to Abigail." Say's Mr. Rice. "She and her friends have accused over twenty to twenty five people, who have either had to give up their land and livelihoods, or have been so determined not to admit to a lie that they have been killed. Now she is looking to get rid of John Proctor's wife, Elizabeth Proctor. So tell me, "he says, his voice raising in pitch, "why she would even think to do that?"

"Because she's a hoe, and John Proctor decided that she was easy, but then felt guilty about it later." Say's Seth Myers. I think that he's actually more into this story than he's trying to let on.

"Pretty much." Mr. Rice say's, laughing. "So why did she accuse all of those innocent people, and basically commit murder, but still, she kept it up, not stopping. Why did she do that?"

"Because she was scared that she would get caught. And she also wanted to get rid of Elizabeth because she wanted Proctor for herself."

"Yes! Thank you Addie. So now that I'm certain that you all have pretty much all of it down, we're going to watch the movie. And I would pay attention if I were you. Not just because it's good, but because we're going to have a test on this next week."

The class let's out a large groan, but I feel excitement because I am a HUGE English nerd and I want to get one-hundred percent on it. But if I don't get that, I guess that I can settle for ninety-five percent on it. I better get one-hundred though. If not, oh well I guess. 

Homecoming Pictures, and others














This is a picture of me and a few of my friends at our school color fest about an hour before the football game with our rival's, Mountain View (Poo) started.
P.S. We won. Score: 36 to 19. Yeah. :-)



This is us during the game after getting blue and yellow food-colored flour thrown at us. Pretty awesome looking I'd say.