Monday, June 20, 2011

Waiting For Heaven

A Haunted Soul  Episode 1

I was murdered last night. Does it really matter how, or even why? The only thing that interests me at all right now is that I'll be going to Heaven soon. There will be a shimmering doorway, or perhaps a stairway into the sky. Maybe one of my old loved ones or an angel will come for me. However it is, it's going to be wonderful. It should happen any time now.

You know, death wasn't necessarily like I expected it to be. What I mean is, I didn't really know what to expect. After they killed me I found myself sitting here on this big stone outside the front of the castle. I have a sense of the passage of some hours, but I don't know how I got here. Should I?

The only thing that bothers me is how it was done. Oh, I fully expected that someone wanted to assassinate me. It's standard procedure in families of my stature. But they did it all wrong. You have to pay attention to protocol. There are ways of doing these things that show respect to your victim, and then there was the way they did it to me. Anyone can understand.

I do have to say that they completely caught me off guard. I had just gotten back from a fishing trip, which was one of my favorite activities by the way, and I was heading to my rooms to get a good night sleep. From around a corner in the hallway stepped a man I had never seen before. I could tell right then by the look in his eyes exactly what he was up to. As a matter of fact, I chuckled at my own foolishness for letting my guard down.

As the man sauntered toward me I prepared for a fight, but I had no chance because he was soon joined by a few of of his friends. One of them caught me from behind, and it was all too soon over with. I really should have known better than to let this happen, but how did I know they would play it so dirty? It was just not right!

But that's all over with now. That life is all in the past for me. I'll soon be in Heaven, and everything will be more wonderful than I could have ever hoped for in my previous life. I'm just sitting here on this boulder in the middle of the night waiting for it to happen. It should be coming along any time now. Any time.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Ghostly Figure

So there I was in the middle of a good night sleep when I had this nightmare. For me it was almost a standard bad dream where I was being chased by a supernatural creature of some kind. The creature this time happened to be a classic ghost. You know, the kind that looks like a guy wearing a white sheet.

I remember running and running to get away. But no matter how fast I went, the ghost was at least as fast as I was! The dream seemed to go on for ages. It's rough when you are so afraid and you just can't seem to get away from that fear. But in the end the dream finally faded, and I was back in normal sleep.

But soon after, I was dreaming again. I dreamed I was lying in my own bed asleep. I dreamed that I awoke and opened my eyes to see a terrifying figure hovering over me. The figure was about seven feet tall, much too thin to be human, and was wearing a long white sheet! The ghost was back! It terrified me so much that I instantly and finally awoke from my sleep.

Now I was really awake, lying there and a little bit afraid to open my eyes. I told myself that it had all been nothing but a bad dream, but I knew that it had seemed so real. The only thing to do was open my eyes to reassure myself that there was no ghost there.

I opened my eyes, and the ghost was still there! It was less that a second when the ghost swooped down towards me! I closed my eyes tightly and my hands reflexively flew up in front of me for protection! But nothing came.

I laid there in that exact position for what seemed like hours. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I thought I was going to die! I could actually feel the strong, solid beating with my hands! Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump! I was too afraid to look once more.

I let the time pass some more until my heart slowed enough to where I thought the ghost might not give me a heart attack. finally, I opened my eyes once more. The ghost was gone. It was as if it were never there at all.

I quickly got out of bed and checked the entire room for anything out of the ordinary, but found nothing at all, except my own terrified reflection in the mirror. I never saw the ghost again after that, but I have always wondered if that last part was real or just a very real dream. I guess I'll never know.