5 a.m. this morning, I wake up to all this banging in the kitchen. I shoot straight up and try to abruptly wake my husband, but he wont budge. In my t-shirt and panties, I grab my pistol and rack one in the chamber. As I tip-toe through the bedroom and down the hallway, I peak into my childrens beds just to make sure they are where they need to be. As I creep down the hallway towards the kitchen, I see the light is on, and my heart starts to beat faster because the banging wont stop. I know today is the day that I will be tested. Will I be able to protect my family when the time comes? Will I be able to pull the trigger? Well, the time has now come and I am more determined now than I have ever been. I quickly step into the kitchen doorway with my gun raised, ready to raise mayhem, but to my surprise, the banging stops and no one is in there. I suddenly feel my heart stop beating. I cant take a breathe. I am standing in the entry way of the kitchen trying to remember how to breathe. The kitchen cabinets and drawers are fully open, all four stove top coils are burning red hot, the water in the sink is on, and the dishwasher is running. Im trying to figure out what is happening in my house when I hear my older son start to sing in his sleep....then he starts to giggle. I turn everything off, then walk through the living room to make sure nobody was in there when I see my older son sleeping on the floor. I forgot that he always falls asleep watching T.V. in the living room. Wait a minute....who the hell did I see in his bed then if hes here in the living room? Now, I am angry. I know this is that little girl he sees almost everyday. I go into the kitchen and grab the salt (because I watched a few episodes of Supernatural, and they use salt to make ghosts go away, right). Determined, I march straight to his room with my pistol in my right hand and salt in my left. I swing his door open and flick on the light. I wasnt ready for what I saw. The little girl he sees is sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to me in her dirty white night gown. All of my courage went out the window. As soon as I gasp for air, nearly choking myself, she turns around and says, can you help me? Her face was pasty white, her hair was dirty and tangled, and she was covered in filth. I was too scared. I backed myself into the bathroom at the end of the hall as she was slowly walking toward me. I begin to cry, begging her to leave as I keep repeating through winded sobs, Please. Please, no. I throw the salt on her and it does nothing as she continues to walk toward me. I start to say the Lords prayer as she backs me further into the bathroom. I hit the tub and grab the shower curtain as I slip back and fall. I dont want her on top of me so I jump up and as soon as I do....shes gone. I am almost hyperventilating. With gun and salt still in my hand, I slowly make my way back to the kitchen. I close everything up, go straight to my computer and tell you what just happened. You know that feeling you have while reading my story? That is exactly how I felt at 5 a.m., watching season 3 of Supernatural, then the dishwasher starts to run by itself. Thats right. None of this happened. I am enjoying my Supernatural, when all of a sudden, the dishwasher turns on. I get up to check it out, turns out, my younger son was messing with it and put it on a 6 hour delay wash and it is just now starting. So to answer any questions....no....none of that other stuff happened. I didnt wake up, or grab my pistol, or hear the banging, nor was the water running, or the kitchen cabinets/drawers were open, or the stove on. I didnt hear my son singing and giggling. No my kids werent in their beds because they fell asleep in the living room. No there is no salt or little girl. I was crying like a little b**** though. Welp, have a nice day everyone as I continue to laugh at the crap I get into.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 09:52:11 +0000
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