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Gorge – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

He should have known better than to gorge on a scary movie marathon for Halloween. His sleep was disturbed by nightmares, and when he awoke abruptly and laid there, his heart pounding, he wasn’t sure if the sudden noise that had woken him had been real or part of a dream.

This day-late post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “gorge”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2020/10/28/tuesdayuseitinasentence-gorge-2/


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The Medium – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Jack and Jen stood in the living room of their new home and heaved a sigh. It had taken a few weeks but they had finally finished unpacking everything. Jen took a look around the room, making sure everything was where it should be – photos on the walls, books on the bookcase, knickknacks on the shelves and in the curio cabinet, Fluffy’s dog bed in the corner, … With a nod of approval, she collapsed on the couch. Jack joined her a moment later.

“Finally,” Jack said. “I though we’d never finish.”

“I know. But we did. And now, this place can finally start to feel like home.”

“Yeah.”

It was getting late, so the couple decided to retire for the night. As they left the living the room and were heading to bed, a small figurine in the curio cabinet turned slightly toward them.

In the middle of the night, Jen woke up, thinking she’d heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Heart pounding, afraid someone had broken in, she roughly shook Jack’s arm to wake him, then told him what she’d heard. He shook his head, sure she’d just dreamed it, and was about to tell her that when Fluffy jumped down from the bed and ran to the door. Then he heard the footsteps outside the door, too, clear as day. 

Jack hurried to the door and yanked it open. Fluffy ran out into the hall and towards the living room while Jack peered up and down the hall for who was walking around. To his surprise, no one was there. Confused, he checked each room along the hall, but found no one. He then made his way towards the front of the house to check there. When he got to the living room, he found Fluffy sitting in front of the curio cabinet, staring intently at it. Some of the figurines had be turned around inside it. One of the photos was hanging cockeyed on the wall, as well.

Stunned, Jack called out for Jen to come see it. When she arrived, she gasped in shock. “What’s going on, Jack?” she asked fearfully.

“I don’t know, Jen. I know what it looks like, but it can’t be. Can it?”

“Surely not,” she replied, but finding it hard to discount her eyes.

The couple returned to bed but found it hard to sleep. The next few days found more strange happenings. More things moved around. The sound of footsteps continued, along with the occasional whispered voice. Even an odd shadowy figure began to be seen.

When Jen awoke one night to see the indistinct figure of a older woman standing beside her, she screamed. The figure vanished as Jack awoke with a start and Fluffy sat up at the foot of the bed, instantly alert.

Jen tearfully recounted what she’d seen, and Jack decided they had no other choice but to do something about the problem.

The next day, Jack did some online research and made a few phone calls. The following day, a middle-aged woman arrived at the house. Jack let her in and introduced her to Jen as Linda, a local psychic medium he’d asked to come take a look at the house and possibly tell them what was going on. Jen started to tell her what they’d experienced but Linda held up a hand and walked purposefully to the living room. Jack and Jen followed.

“This room is where the majority of the experiences have been, correct?” Linda asked as she placed a hand on the curio cabinet.

Jen nodded but explained that things had happened throughout the house. She and Jack then led her around the house to let her get a feel for the whole place. Then they returned to the living room.

Linda took a seat on the couch, closed her eyes, let her breathing slow and her senses reach out around her. She began softly asking questions of whatever might be there.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked at Jack and Jen. She gave them a small smile. “You have nothing to fear,” she told them. “I have sensed no evil here, only the presence of one spirit. She tells me her name is Martha, and she used to live in this house. She didn’t mean to scare you. She was only trying to let you know she was here. She asked me to tell you that she’s happy to have you living here with her, as she’s been lonely and she likes you, and she hopes you will stay.”

Jack and Jen released breaths they didn’t realize they’d been holding. Relieved to know there was nothing bad in the house, they agreed to try living with Martha as long as she kept activity to a minimum, believing they could handle a little minor spiritual activity once in a while.

As the medium took her leave, Jack and Jen thanked her for her help, and Linda told them to call her if they ever needed her help again. Jack didn’t think they would, but he said they would if they did. Linda gave them a smile that seemed genuine but for some reason also made Jack feel a little uneasy, then drove off.

As Jack watched Linda drive off, he shrugged, thinking he’d imagined things, and he and Jen headed back inside the house.

Things in the house were peaceful for Jack and Jen from then on, with only a little ghostly activity from Martha now and again.

At least, for a while…


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “medium”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 10/2020


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Conan Doyle Quote For Halloween – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

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“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.” – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – The Halloween Spirit

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Dress Up – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Sherri and Alec stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom and grinned. Sherri brushed a lock of curly black hair behind her ear then tweaked her crooked nose and smoothed out a crease in her dress. “We look great,” she said, “don’t you think?”

Alec nodded, and quickly held a hand up to keep his pointed black hat from falling off. “Yeah. You look great in your witch costume.”

“And you look great in your warlock costume.”

“Do you think we’ll win the costume contest, though?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. There could be some tough competition. But we’ve got Salem to help us.”

“You still want to bring him?”

“Of course! What’s a witch without her black cat?”

“True. But do you really intend to dress him up for this? You know how he gets. Can you really get that costume on him?”

“It’ll be fine, Alec. Don’t worry. Now, come on. We don’t have much time before we have to leave.”

Sherri grabbed a small plastic bag from the bed and left the room. Alec softly shook his head as he followed his wife.

In the living room, Salem was curled up on the couch. Sherri softly sat beside him and reached into the bag. The cat’s ears twitched at the sound of the rustling plastic and he opened a yellow eye a slit. He watched as Sherri slowly dragged a small black cape and a small pointed black hat from the bag, then reached out for him.

Salem’s eyes popped open and he quickly sat up, a low growl starting to issue from his throat. Sherri reached further for him, and he hissed.

“Sherri…” Alec warned as he watched her quickly grab the cat and hoist it into her lap.

The cat struggled, wriggling and hissing, as Sherri worked to put the small cape and hat on the cat. Somehow, she managed to get them on the cat, but Salem made his displeasure fully known with a swat at her hand. His claws scratched her hand, and she cried out as the cat jumped from her lap and ran to hide under the lounge chair across the room.

“See,” Alec said. “I warned you about trying to dress up the cat.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sherri said as she got up from the couch. “I’m going to go clean this scratch and put a bandage on it. Get Salem from underneath the chair and take the costume off him. When he’s calmed down, we’ll go.”

“You still want to take him?” Alec asked in disbelief.

“Of course! A witch needs her familiar, after all.”

Alec rolled his eyes as Sherri headed for the bathroom.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “dress”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 26/19

 

 


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Happy Halloween – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

Wishing a very happy Halloween to all!

 

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“When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.” – anonymous

 

 

 

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Murder for Dummies?


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Which Will You Choose – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Which Will You Choose is back!” said the announcer, as the show returned from the commercial break. “Thank you for watching our special Halloween episode, brought to you by our special sponsor, Frank ‘n’ Stein’s new monster sandwiches, which come with three times the meat and toppings.  Now, let’s join Roger as he tries to make his choice.”

The camera panned over to Roger sitting on a stool on one side of the stage. On the other side of the stage, three women dressed as witches sat on stools, their heads lowered meekly and their hands clasped tightly in their laps in nervous anticipation.

“Now, then, Roger,” said the show’s host as he walked up to the middle of the stage and faced the young man. “You’ve had your chance to question the three contestants and you’ve had some time to think over their responses. The time has finally come to make your decision. Now tell us who the lucky winner of a date with you will be. Which witch will you choose?”

Roger looked from one witch to the next as the studio audience waited with bated breath for his answer. The three contestants each wrung their hands nervously as they awaited his answer.

“I choose…” Roger finally said, dragging his answer out and increasing the tension in the air. “I choose….witch number 3!”

Joyful music played and black and orange confetti fell from the ceiling. Witch number 3 jumped up from her stool and shook hands with the other two contestants, then walked over to join Roger and the host at center stage while the other two witches applauded her.

As Roger and his date shook hands in greeting the host congratulated them and wished them luck on their date, then ended the episode by facing the camera and saying, “Well, that’s our show for today. Thank you all for watching, and happy Halloween!”


This silly post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “which/witch/wich”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 28/17


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Embrace The Strange & Weird – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

With Halloween right around the corner, this seems appropriate:

 

 

“Don’t ever be ashamed of loving the strange things that make your weird little heart happy.” – Elizabeth Gilbert

 

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Mercury?

 

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‘Tis The Season – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Leaves changing color.

A nip in the air.

Days growing shorter.

Pumpkin Spice everywhere.

Candy corn on the shelves.

Scary movies on the screen.

Jack o’lanterns and witches,

black cats and ghosts,

decorating the yards

and everyone’s homes.

Excited children deciding

on costumes to wear.

It’s that time of year again;

‘Tis the Halloween season.

 

 

 

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, “season”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 21/17

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