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Christina's Story -
The missing bride (part five?..)
All I could do is stare at the spot we saw the shadowy figure, it still creeps me out to this day but back onto the story, “do you think it’s gone?” Zane asked in a shaky voice not willing to look outside the blanket. “yes, I believe it is.” I told him; it was odd seeing Zane so scared and I thank my voice for not being as shaky as Zane’s besides how scared I was feeling. Zane took a deep breath and picked up the hourglass. “Did you see how the sand was finally moving again when we saw that... Shadow?” He asked. “No, I did not, I was too scared to pay attention to anything else but the person.” I admit, my cheeks flushing. Zane snorted to hide his laugh and I shushed him; we weren’t sure if the person is still out there. “well,” Zane whispers, “The hourglass is somehow connected to this mystery, I think I should keep it for the night, since we both know you always lose things.” “that's probably is for the best.” I told him. We would both stare at the blanket not really wanting to move, but Zane shoves me and were both out. He put his hands up signaling peace, “you were taking forever Ace, you would have been stuck there until morning and we both know mom would be angry if she found out about this mess we stumbled into.” “True...” I mumble, climbing into bed. “Night Ace, don’t stay up worrying.” Zane said. “Night” I told him knowing that was impossible. I opened my backpack on the floor and grabbed my dad's phone. Mom doesn’t know I found it in one of the drawers. It's one of the things the police found in the car. My father died in a car crash years ago and my mother hasn’t been the same. I don’t remember him, but I like to hold his phone in my ear and pretend I'm talking to him. “Hey dad, how are you?” I asked the phone. “Good my boy! I hope you're doing well with your new house!” The voice was deep, last night it was higher, I know it's just my own thoughts telling me this, but it helps me calm down a little. “Hey dad, what do you think about this house?” I asked. No response, I don’t know what he would have said. I listened to the staticky sound for a few more seconds and put the phone back in my bag. I wondered if Zane if doing the same thing with his watch he also took from the drawer. I sighed and looked at the ceiling while the question danced around my mind, “what would he say?” After hours of thinking, sleep finally came to me and as I drafted off into sweet obviation I swear I saw the strange figure sitting on the end of the bed.
Christina's Story -
The missing bride (part five?..)
All I could do is stare at the spot we saw the shadowy figure, it still creeps me out to this day but back onto the story, “do you think it’s gone?” Zane asked in a shaky voice not willing to look outside the blanket. “yes, I believe it is.” I told him; it was odd seeing Zane so scared and I thank my voice for not being as shaky as Zane’s besides how scared I was feeling. Zane took a deep breath and picked up the hourglass. “Did you see how the sand was finally moving again when we saw that... Shadow?” He asked. “No, I did not, I was too scared to pay attention to anything else but the person.” I admit, my cheeks flushing. Zane snorted to hide his laugh and I shushed him; we weren’t sure if the person is still out there. “well,” Zane whispers, “The hourglass is somehow connected to this mystery, I think I should keep it for the night, since we both know you always lose things.” “that's probably is for the best.” I told him. We would both stare at the blanket not really wanting to move, but Zane shoves me and were both out. He put his hands up signaling peace, “you were taking forever Ace, you would have been stuck there until morning and we both know mom would be angry if she found out about this mess we stumbled into.” “True...” I mumble, climbing into bed. “Night Ace, don’t stay up worrying.” Zane said. “Night” I told him knowing that was impossible. I opened my backpack on the floor and grabbed my dad's phone. Mom doesn’t know I found it in one of the drawers. It's one of the things the police found in the car. My father died in a car crash years ago and my mother hasn’t been the same. I don’t remember him, but I like to hold his phone in my ear and pretend I'm talking to him. “Hey dad, how are you?” I asked the phone. “Good my boy! I hope you're doing well with your new house!” The voice was deep, last night it was higher, I know it's just my own thoughts telling me this, but it helps me calm down a little. “Hey dad, what do you think about this house?” I asked. No response, I don’t know what he would have said. I listened to the staticky sound for a few more seconds and put the phone back in my bag. I wondered if Zane if doing the same thing with his watch he also took from the drawer. I sighed and looked at the ceiling while the question danced around my mind, “what would he say?” After hours of thinking, sleep finally came to me and as I drafted off into sweet obviation I swear I saw the strange figure sitting on the end of the bed.