Silent and Screaming

CanopyShe awoke to a loud bang and a scream. Where could that be coming from? This was the brief thought that flashed through her head as she was jolted from a sleeping state. There was no one in the house. She hadn’t been expecting any visitors. It was just too early for all this thinking.

Adrienne waltzed her way to the kitchen to make some coffee. She’d been living alone for about a month now. It got lonely from time to time but, overall she didn’t mind. Friends stopped in every now and again. They all kept her going after the nasty disassembling of her family. It seemed necessary to sever all attachments with the exception of those few close friends. After all, she was quite enjoying the single life with nobody to keep tabs on her.

Tipping and tapping around her kitchen, Adrienne found herself thinking of that strange noise again. What was it that jolted her up? None of the neighbors in the building were home. What could it have been? A sharp chill wavered up her back as the thought crossed her mind. All senses were now on high alert. There was a seeping feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was about to be a cause for concern.

The picturesque stained glass window on the door to Adrienne’s condo caught her attention due to the fact it was making an outlandish creaking sound. Before she could inch closer to inspect it, the window burst into the hall like a thousand tiny teardrops. What the hell is going on today? She thought as she assessed the damage. “Damn, I really loved that window.” She mumbled. The strange bit was the glass on the floor fell into the shape of a heart.

She built up the courage and stepped outside. What could have caused it? There was no one around again. The town itself seemed eerily silent. Adrienne shrugged and tried her best to clear the tension from her mind. Then, without warning, it all made perfect, morbid, shocking sense. She knew right away what it was because the fear of it all glared her directly in the eyes. There was a woman with long, frost white hair standing in her walk-in closet with the door open. Adrienne shut her eyes for a moment, clenching them tight and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. She knew all too well this woman was dead. She said the words to herself in her head. “This is a ghost isn’t it?” There had been incidents like this before when she was a child, but none this terrifying.

The horror of everything turned her blood cold. She felt her heart struggling to beat. Yet, she couldn’t help locking eyes with this being. She wasn’t ready to go so young. It was inevitable. Her organs were struggling to function. There was a deep, unexplainable pain in her chest. She grabbed her walls to keep from falling.

Sadly, there was silence again. Adrienne, all but 25 had been sure as the sun rises each day, scared to death. The one disturbing truth in some lives is, sometimes these events bring people closer together. After all that, Adrienne’s family was whole once more. They never did speak of the events that took place in her home then, or ever again.

© 2014 CardCastlesInTheSky

Since you all were so kind about my last short story, I figured I’d share another. Sorry if I freaked you out this Friday morning. Wait…no I’m not! It’s what I do best!


The Road to Nowhere

Leila and Jim Dennison were the kind of couple that would make most anyone cringe. They were absurdly in love. It was the kind of newly-wed love that they felt the need to express publicly everywhere. Both were the goody-two-shoes type since childhood. This was something they also felt the need to flaunt to anyone that felt beneath them. Although difficult to stomach, at their core, Leila and Jim were generally good people. None of this would matter today, though. Some would say morals don’t always play a role in situations such as this.

The couple set out on a long road trip down to the beaches at the southern tip of the state. It was a noxious ride, for the smell of rotting garbage permeated the air along the first few exits. Leila began complaining of the horrible stench. She mentioned how if it continued she would vomit all over the car. So Jim pulled over. He knew all too well that if he didn’t, there would be no end to her nagging.

Leila stepped out to get the air she so desperately desired. Just as she was about to take a deep breath, she let out a scream. There was a dead cat on the side of the road. The poor animal had been mauled to pieces. Jim jumped out of the car and rushed to his wife’s side. They began chattering about how it was difficult to tell if the cat had been hit by a car or some other creature got to it. They both decided to get back in the car and get on with their trip.

Halfway toward Route 88, the two began feeling uneasy. Maybe it was the dead cat they just saw. Maybe it was because the stretch of road they were headed toward was said to be notoriously haunted. Perhaps, it was a bit of both – or perhaps it was something else.

What Jim neglected to tell Leila was that he’d been down this road before. It was recently, in fact and his experience had not been a pleasant one. He had on his GPS and it started acting strangely as he entered the area. It kept re-routing and glitching up. There was no explanation. Then he saw something he refused to tell anyone about – ever. A car drove past him while he was parked on the side of the road. There was no one in the driver’s seat. The car was filled with corpses positioned upright in each seat. He just couldn’t make sense of it. He admitted to himself it was clearly of paranormal nature but, he wouldn’t dare tell his wife. She would have him committed for sure.

As the couple neared the ghostly-looking sign “Route 88”, they both visibly tensed up. Many a person that traveled that road came back with a ghost story. There were legends about it all over the state. Supposedly, it was once a trail that Native Americans used. It led to sacred ground and rumor had it, they were not pleased with others traveling on their land.

Jim and Leila were deep in conversation almost forgetting about all the creepy lore the road had to offer. They spoke of the future just as the car wound around the last bit of the infamous highway. It was a winding stretch, the kind where you could barely see around the corner. The two were still yapping away until Jim noticed he was talking to himself. It was a silence that struck him like a thousand bullets.

His wife was gone. Not dead, not missing, not opening the door to leap out of the car, just – gone. He stopped the car and got out trying to make sense of what just happened. There simply were no words; no explanation. His wife had simply vanished.

As time passed, Jim’s story was added to the long list of tales that went with Route 88. Some speculated that aliens took her. Others swore it was spirits. Some people in the scientific community secretly made discussion of a portal. The fact is no one really knew. One detail is for certain. Leila Dennison was never seen or heard from again.

© 2014 CardCastlesInTheSky

Author’s Notes:

Some of you that read here often, know of my tales as a horror writer. I have been writing short stories like this one since I was about five years old. I was reluctant to share any of my psych-horror on here in the past because 1. There’s not much of an audience for it in the blogging world. 2. I was in fear of someone stealing my work. (It’s happened in the past.), & 3. I was just plain shy. So, I hope all of you enjoy reading this. It is my oldest passion. It’s my reason for being here, among others, and I’m very proud of it. Let me know what you think! I’m always glad to hear it.