I can only think of either grim, or scary stories! Such a great find and photo of it. Love it in bnw!! I think the flash of red practice has come very much in use! Fav!!!
The house was built in 1943, the pride of Emma and William Johnson. After all, who would build a home in the midst of such a terrible time in history? But due to a slight heart murmur and the need to help with elderly parents, William "missed out" on the war. At least that was the way he used to explain it when questioned about being on home soil. Though Papa died just after the treaty was signed and Mama lingered a year or two longer, William prided himself in knowing he'd taken good care of them. Once the extended family duties were out of the way, William and Emma began the adventure of raising their own. Three boys and two girls later, the house was full to the brim and the sounds of family life were often heard spilling out of the windows and all about the yard. The days and years sped by. The boys moved on; the daughters married and the grandchildren added a few addition scrapes and dings on the walls where their own children had not left one behind. It was a happy life, but not without its sorrows. Emma's sister was taken by TB; William's brother was never the same after the war. But all in all, their life was as full as one would expect. It wasn't until their twilight years that Emma and William noticed something was not quite right with the house. William Jr., being the most scientifically minded of their offspring insisted on a home inspection. But the thought of something being wrong with the house was terribly upsetting! And so it was put off. It was Emma who passed on first and a year to the day later, William as well. Children and grandchildren alike mourned the loss of two beloved people. And as it usually goes, no one "needed" the house, so the memories of a lifetime were divided or boxed for charity and the house put up for sale. It was during one of the negotiations that the asbestos shingles were discovered. The second inspection revealed the trouble with the plaster walls. After the third inspection it was obvious the land was more valuable than the house and until someone wanted to build a new home, there was not much else to do. So the house sat silent and still, eventually becoming a victim to time, neglect and the weather. But they say if you have an imagination and you know what it was like to grow up in a simple little home during the 1940's, when you walk past the house on a windy day, and the tattered curtains blow out of the one broken pane in the front, you can hear children laughing and the sweet words, "I love you hon" as William often said to his wife when he walked through the door.
Trevor slowed as he drove past the house, but intrigue suddenly consumed him when he thought he saw a person moved inside the window, saw it through the curtain hanging frayed and tattered. As far as he knew, the house had been abandoned long ago. Maybe new owners? He put his gear on rear, drove back and parked right outside.
He peered through the glass window. He saw only total darkness. He walked around the back where from a low kitchen window he could see the silhouette of a woman, sitting on a rocking chair, by that window he just peered through! How, he thought, could he have missed her? He walked back to where he started, with quickening steps, heart racing! Nothing! He went to the front door and knocked. When no one answered, he knocked with a force that the door opened. He pushed the door and poked his head in. Darkness.
He pulled his iPhone and used its flashlight. In the light the cobwebs danced and the walls seemed to beat, faintly at first.
I’ve been waiting for you, he heard it clearly – a woman’s voice, hoarse and tired. Come in, she said. Then there she was or what was left of her, in her rocking chair by the foot of the run-down stairs. Her mouth gaped open, her eyes glowed from the sockets of her skull, golden wisps of hair escaping from the kerchief around her head, her arms stretched out towards him. He backed towards the door which shut itself with some unseen force. He felt his whole being stiffened as the figure neared, just as its cold hands wrapped around his neck. And then just before he saw total darkness, he remembered.
Marinela. She wouldn’t let him go. She said she was carrying their child. But Trevor had other plans. He was going to marry Sara, younger, prettier, a young heiress. She threatened to tell Sara about them and the baby. No, he wouldn’t let that happened. So he killed her. Everyone thought Marinela ran away. He married Sara and they settled in this city far away from the memory and ghost of Marinela.
In his last breath, it was her name he uttered. Marinela!
@lesip Thanks for the comment I hope you slept well! @annied I am so glad you like it! thanks Annie! @linnypinny Thanks for that FAV! It does have a creepy feel! @lbluejaye8 So glad you like it! where is your story? Thanks for the FAV @jankoos Thanks bunches for the FAV Jan! Glad you like it! @vstap It draws me often to take a shot! Thanks especially for the FAV @dyanstevens Good to know you like it so much! Thanks too for the FAV Dyan!! @shaunasauna7 Thanks bunches! thanks for the follow too, Shauna! @dishaparekh176 Thanks especially for the FAV and yes the FOR influenced me for this one! @cjphoto so far all l have seen are cats! Thanks Chris! @paulavdmerwe Good to know you think so! thanks Paula! @tunia So glad you like it . Ann did a terrific job didn't she? @kategoring Thanks for taking the time to comment and for the FAV Kate! So glad you like it! @olivetreeann Agains thanks for the great story and the FAV! You need to focus on writing! this was really magnificent for "just roling off your fingers!"!
@kwiksilver Thank you Gillian. I'm not published per se- but I do write for my own website. annhlefevre.com You would probably enjoy the pieces I write under "Images and Ink" if you're inclined to check it out.
love the mood too
There you go- copy and paste!
Love the shot- and that's the story it tells me.
He peered through the glass window. He saw only total darkness. He walked around the back where from a low kitchen window he could see the silhouette of a woman, sitting on a rocking chair, by that window he just peered through! How, he thought, could he have missed her? He walked back to where he started, with quickening steps, heart racing! Nothing! He went to the front door and knocked. When no one answered, he knocked with a force that the door opened. He pushed the door and poked his head in. Darkness.
He pulled his iPhone and used its flashlight. In the light the cobwebs danced and the walls seemed to beat, faintly at first.
I’ve been waiting for you, he heard it clearly – a woman’s voice, hoarse and tired. Come in, she said. Then there she was or what was left of her, in her rocking chair by the foot of the run-down stairs. Her mouth gaped open, her eyes glowed from the sockets of her skull, golden wisps of hair escaping from the kerchief around her head, her arms stretched out towards him. He backed towards the door which shut itself with some unseen force. He felt his whole being stiffened as the figure neared, just as its cold hands wrapped around his neck. And then just before he saw total darkness, he remembered.
Marinela. She wouldn’t let him go. She said she was carrying their child. But Trevor had other plans. He was going to marry Sara, younger, prettier, a young heiress. She threatened to tell Sara about them and the baby. No, he wouldn’t let that happened. So he killed her. Everyone thought Marinela ran away. He married Sara and they settled in this city far away from the memory and ghost of Marinela.
In his last breath, it was her name he uttered. Marinela!
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@annied I am so glad you like it! thanks Annie!
@linnypinny Thanks for that FAV! It does have a creepy feel!
@lbluejaye8 So glad you like it! where is your story? Thanks for the FAV
@jankoos Thanks bunches for the FAV Jan! Glad you like it!
@vstap It draws me often to take a shot! Thanks especially for the FAV
@dyanstevens Good to know you like it so much! Thanks too for the FAV Dyan!!
@shaunasauna7 Thanks bunches! thanks for the follow too, Shauna!
@dishaparekh176 Thanks especially for the FAV and yes the FOR influenced me for this one!
@cjphoto so far all l have seen are cats! Thanks Chris!
@paulavdmerwe Good to know you think so! thanks Paula!
@tunia So glad you like it . Ann did a terrific job didn't she?
@kategoring Thanks for taking the time to comment and for the FAV Kate! So glad you like it!
@olivetreeann Agains thanks for the great story and the FAV! You need to focus on writing! this was really magnificent for "just roling off your fingers!"!
@kwiksilver Thank you Gillian! It wasn't really planned. I sat down to just write a line or two and boom the story spilled out.