Post by jillyson on Oct 1, 2009 9:23:41 GMT -5
Hi, everyone! Since it's officially October, I thought we could have some creative writing fun for Halloween. The character in the story I'm writing for school, Julie Mundie, is in a pickle, and she's writing this message in hopes that someone will answer her. Feel free to answer in any way you see fit. You think she's nuts? Tell her so. You think she might have a supernatural on her hands, tell her what you think he really is. Are you a supernatural yourself? Talk to Julie, who is calling herself "Blue" because that's how she feels. I can't wait to see the responses that Blue gets from everyone, so get started and have fun! (and Blue will write back to you!)
Welcome to Blue’s Blog. Things that go bump in the night...
Blue is feeling blue tonight, so instead of sitting here and sulking, I thought I’d reach out to the World Wide Web and see if there’s anyone out there who can throw me a line here. Give me a shout if you feel me; I need to know I’m not crazy, and I’m not alone in the world.
A little background…without giving too many details, I have a stalker. Not a creeper who was crushing on me – a guy who actually wants me dead. I was a quiet little pencil pusher- how in the world did I get into this mess? Beats me. How do I get out of it? There’s my problem.
A friend has this place in the woods where I’m cooling my heels until I figure out what to do next. So here I was, hiding in this tiny little place in the middle of nowhere, and getting more and more depressed. I can’t get a job, can’t make friends, and can’t do a thing without a new identity.
How am I supposed to do that? A dull little cubicle dweller doesn’t know the kind of people who can get these documents; can’t trust the WWW, because you never know who you’re dealing with on the computer. If my name got out there, I’d be dead in a week.
I get restless being cooped up inside all day, so at night I walk around the property a little. No one’s here, no big deal, right? Then two days ago in the middle of the night, I bump into this guy. I know what you’re thinking…’Blue, it’s a guy that got you into this mess in the first place.’ And you’re right. I couldn’t find Mr. Right if he were the only man in a room full of turnips. And the last thing I need is another relationship. Trust me. It’s not like that.
Here’s where it gets weird. He kind of spooked me. He didn’t threaten me or anything…it’s just that he felt really old. I don’t mean he looked old. I don’t mean he was old. By looks alone, I’d guess him to be in his 30’s maybe? But he felt really, really old. Like Medieval old. Yeah, now you’re saying, ‘C’mon, Blue. You’ve been out there in the woods alone too long. You went nuts.’ I thought that, too.
I smile, wave, and go on my merry way back to my hideout like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t say a word, but it obviously looks funny to him that I’m out here in the woods in the middle of the night. All the way back, I’m yelling at myself to slow down and not act like a crazy woman in the woods alone in the middle of the night. (Which, who am I kidding? I WAS.) Thank God he didn’t follow me. After I got back to my place, it dawns on me that maybe it was weird that he was out there in the middle of the night, right? Of course, I didn’t sleep a wink.
The next day, the friend who hooked me up with the place comes by with supplies for me. I have to tell her this guy saw me, in case he tells someone & it gets out that I’m here. She knows who I’m describing. Turns out this guy owns the property next to where I’m staying. She gets this goofy look on her face, and tells me she has a great idea. She takes off before I can ask her what the hell she’s talking about.
After about an hour or two, she’s back. She tells me this guy was going to come see me tonight. “Is he a friend of yours?” I asked her, and she says, “Not really.” OK. Not really? What is THAT? This is my life and she’s dragging this guy that none of us really know into this mess. What if he talks? If Creeper finds me, I’m toast. She tells me that she’ll come back tonight, too. Thanks Buddy. We’re trying not to communicate too much, so no one gets suspicious and thinks she might know where I’m at. I worry about two visits in the same week, let alone the same day, but she tells me it’s all good. My friend says this guy’s rich and very private. She said she left him a note to ask him to come, and gave him some details.
So this guy shows up. Can you believe it? I think he came mostly because he was curious about the girl he saw that night. My friend wants me to tell him everything…everything. Well, I give him the bare bones version of what I told you, T-Dubs. (That’s what I’m calling you all now, short for WWW.) “World Wide Web” sounds too impersonal, and I really need to feel like I’m not all alone here. So you get the nickname “three W’s”… T-Dubs. Even if it’s only in my mind, you’re all out here with me. (Next time bring pizza.) Anyway, he nods his head, really listening. Like he’s listening to what I’m saying, and what I’m not saying, you know? He looks me right in the eyes, the whole, entire time. Spooky.
I’ve got goose bumps to beat the band here. I kind of have a knack for getting a vibe from other people. Look, since it's all anonymous here on the Web, I'm gonna share this with you. I’m just a tiny bit psychic. Just a smidge. Nothing that would be of any real use like mind reading, it just helps me get a feel about people (except guys I get involved with, obviously.) Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. That’s why I don’t tell anybody I actually know!
Anyway, he’s looking at me while I’m telling this story, and my spider sense is tingling off the charts. I can see he’s making a decision, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to go my way.
Sure enough, I’m right. My friend is thrilled. I am worried.
He comes back by himself the next night with a bag of paperwork for me; driver’s license, birth certificate, social security card. I’ve got my secrets, and he has his, so I don’t ask him how he pulled this off. Now here comes what I was afraid of…What’s he want in return for all this? No one does this stuff for free. I’ve got zero dinero out here in no man’s land (not that I had anything in the bank back home.) I ask him what I owe him, waiting for the inevitable come-on. He tells me not to worry about it…that he’s happy to help. I look at him like I clearly don’t believe him (which I don’t.) Then like lightening, he stands up, and heads for the door. I think I pissed him off, but I don’t know what to say. Then he turns right before he closes the door behind him and says, “If you need anything at all, I live right through those trees.” (He points) “I work at night, but when I’m asleep, there’s always someone around during the day that can help you. And for your information, not all men are monsters.” He stalks off, and I’m standing there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, right? It was like he was suddenly ten feet tall. The whole room feels like he sucked the air right out of it. WTF??? I look at the door, and I try to get a grip on what I’m feeling. Geez, I thought I was creeped out before! I’ve felt people’s anger before, but I clearly hit some kind of nerve here.
OK, buckle in, T-Dubs. Here comes the crazy part. I don’t think he was human. Yeah, laugh if you want. You didn’t feel what I felt in this tiny little room when he got all mad. Maybe I’ve read too many spooky stories. Have Anne Rice and Stephen King clouded my judgement? Is this guy going to eat me for dinner, or do I owe him an apology?
Anyway, that’s my story. I’m stuck out here alone in the middle of the woods, no transportation, can’t make calls that can be tracked, and this guy is the only one around for miles. I’ve walked to the property fence in the daytime, and I never see a thing. But at night, there’s a ton of stuff going on. That’s all I really know about him.
So what do you think, T-Dubs? Am I really crazy? Is he a monster? What happens when you owe a debt to someone like this? Any of you have a supernatural experience you wanna share? Are you a non-human? Help me out, here. Discuss.
Signed,
Blue
Welcome to Blue’s Blog. Things that go bump in the night...
Blue is feeling blue tonight, so instead of sitting here and sulking, I thought I’d reach out to the World Wide Web and see if there’s anyone out there who can throw me a line here. Give me a shout if you feel me; I need to know I’m not crazy, and I’m not alone in the world.
A little background…without giving too many details, I have a stalker. Not a creeper who was crushing on me – a guy who actually wants me dead. I was a quiet little pencil pusher- how in the world did I get into this mess? Beats me. How do I get out of it? There’s my problem.
A friend has this place in the woods where I’m cooling my heels until I figure out what to do next. So here I was, hiding in this tiny little place in the middle of nowhere, and getting more and more depressed. I can’t get a job, can’t make friends, and can’t do a thing without a new identity.
How am I supposed to do that? A dull little cubicle dweller doesn’t know the kind of people who can get these documents; can’t trust the WWW, because you never know who you’re dealing with on the computer. If my name got out there, I’d be dead in a week.
I get restless being cooped up inside all day, so at night I walk around the property a little. No one’s here, no big deal, right? Then two days ago in the middle of the night, I bump into this guy. I know what you’re thinking…’Blue, it’s a guy that got you into this mess in the first place.’ And you’re right. I couldn’t find Mr. Right if he were the only man in a room full of turnips. And the last thing I need is another relationship. Trust me. It’s not like that.
Here’s where it gets weird. He kind of spooked me. He didn’t threaten me or anything…it’s just that he felt really old. I don’t mean he looked old. I don’t mean he was old. By looks alone, I’d guess him to be in his 30’s maybe? But he felt really, really old. Like Medieval old. Yeah, now you’re saying, ‘C’mon, Blue. You’ve been out there in the woods alone too long. You went nuts.’ I thought that, too.
I smile, wave, and go on my merry way back to my hideout like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t say a word, but it obviously looks funny to him that I’m out here in the woods in the middle of the night. All the way back, I’m yelling at myself to slow down and not act like a crazy woman in the woods alone in the middle of the night. (Which, who am I kidding? I WAS.) Thank God he didn’t follow me. After I got back to my place, it dawns on me that maybe it was weird that he was out there in the middle of the night, right? Of course, I didn’t sleep a wink.
The next day, the friend who hooked me up with the place comes by with supplies for me. I have to tell her this guy saw me, in case he tells someone & it gets out that I’m here. She knows who I’m describing. Turns out this guy owns the property next to where I’m staying. She gets this goofy look on her face, and tells me she has a great idea. She takes off before I can ask her what the hell she’s talking about.
After about an hour or two, she’s back. She tells me this guy was going to come see me tonight. “Is he a friend of yours?” I asked her, and she says, “Not really.” OK. Not really? What is THAT? This is my life and she’s dragging this guy that none of us really know into this mess. What if he talks? If Creeper finds me, I’m toast. She tells me that she’ll come back tonight, too. Thanks Buddy. We’re trying not to communicate too much, so no one gets suspicious and thinks she might know where I’m at. I worry about two visits in the same week, let alone the same day, but she tells me it’s all good. My friend says this guy’s rich and very private. She said she left him a note to ask him to come, and gave him some details.
So this guy shows up. Can you believe it? I think he came mostly because he was curious about the girl he saw that night. My friend wants me to tell him everything…everything. Well, I give him the bare bones version of what I told you, T-Dubs. (That’s what I’m calling you all now, short for WWW.) “World Wide Web” sounds too impersonal, and I really need to feel like I’m not all alone here. So you get the nickname “three W’s”… T-Dubs. Even if it’s only in my mind, you’re all out here with me. (Next time bring pizza.) Anyway, he nods his head, really listening. Like he’s listening to what I’m saying, and what I’m not saying, you know? He looks me right in the eyes, the whole, entire time. Spooky.
I’ve got goose bumps to beat the band here. I kind of have a knack for getting a vibe from other people. Look, since it's all anonymous here on the Web, I'm gonna share this with you. I’m just a tiny bit psychic. Just a smidge. Nothing that would be of any real use like mind reading, it just helps me get a feel about people (except guys I get involved with, obviously.) Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. That’s why I don’t tell anybody I actually know!
Anyway, he’s looking at me while I’m telling this story, and my spider sense is tingling off the charts. I can see he’s making a decision, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to go my way.
Sure enough, I’m right. My friend is thrilled. I am worried.
He comes back by himself the next night with a bag of paperwork for me; driver’s license, birth certificate, social security card. I’ve got my secrets, and he has his, so I don’t ask him how he pulled this off. Now here comes what I was afraid of…What’s he want in return for all this? No one does this stuff for free. I’ve got zero dinero out here in no man’s land (not that I had anything in the bank back home.) I ask him what I owe him, waiting for the inevitable come-on. He tells me not to worry about it…that he’s happy to help. I look at him like I clearly don’t believe him (which I don’t.) Then like lightening, he stands up, and heads for the door. I think I pissed him off, but I don’t know what to say. Then he turns right before he closes the door behind him and says, “If you need anything at all, I live right through those trees.” (He points) “I work at night, but when I’m asleep, there’s always someone around during the day that can help you. And for your information, not all men are monsters.” He stalks off, and I’m standing there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, right? It was like he was suddenly ten feet tall. The whole room feels like he sucked the air right out of it. WTF??? I look at the door, and I try to get a grip on what I’m feeling. Geez, I thought I was creeped out before! I’ve felt people’s anger before, but I clearly hit some kind of nerve here.
OK, buckle in, T-Dubs. Here comes the crazy part. I don’t think he was human. Yeah, laugh if you want. You didn’t feel what I felt in this tiny little room when he got all mad. Maybe I’ve read too many spooky stories. Have Anne Rice and Stephen King clouded my judgement? Is this guy going to eat me for dinner, or do I owe him an apology?
Anyway, that’s my story. I’m stuck out here alone in the middle of the woods, no transportation, can’t make calls that can be tracked, and this guy is the only one around for miles. I’ve walked to the property fence in the daytime, and I never see a thing. But at night, there’s a ton of stuff going on. That’s all I really know about him.
So what do you think, T-Dubs? Am I really crazy? Is he a monster? What happens when you owe a debt to someone like this? Any of you have a supernatural experience you wanna share? Are you a non-human? Help me out, here. Discuss.
Signed,
Blue
