Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Although I am not considered a skittish person, I enjoy a good fright. So when Halloween comes rolling around, I tend to spook myself out a bit. For example, the other day a friend of mine told me this horrible story about a man who hung himself from his balcony, and no one realized that he wasn't a Halloween decoration until a few days later. Even though I would be terrified to experience something that awful, every Halloween I dream of finding something eerie. This year I happened to get lucky.
It was a rainy day at school and my friends and I were sitting at the end of the hall waiting to go home. One by one they left. Under unusual circumstances I was forced to stay at school until 6 o'clock at least. Although no one had noticed by 6:30 I was still waiting inside, all the faculty and custodians had gone home. The rain was still pouring and I was beginning to get a little freaked out. By 7 I realized that not only had everyone gone, but they had also locked me inside. I called my dad frantically to ask where he was but his phone went straight to voicemail, as did my mom's and brother's.
So there I was, alone in a huge empty building, terrified of setting off alarms and going out into the pouring rain without an umbrella or warm clothes. At around 7:30 I thought I heard scuffling upstairs. I ignored it and thought "Zoe, you're just trying to wig yourself out," but within five minutes I began to hear pounding on the walls around me. Terrified, I shot up from my seat and started running towards the door, to my horror I wasn't the only one running.
I burst out the door, and looked across the street for a place to hide. Panicked, I saw a girl in the doorway of the church, wearing a bloody smock with a menacing look on her face. Her transparency was luminous, and I could not stop looking at her. It was as though she had some huge magnetic energy that held me still. We stared at each other for a moment, and then she started mouthing something. I squinted but could not figure out what she was trying to say. As I tried to read her lips, her body started contorting and convulsing. My eyes dilated and I held my hand over my mouth in shock. I continued to watch the girl spin out of control when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was my dad, he had finally arrived. He shook me and asked if I was alright. I looked across the street but the girl had vanished. My dad began to stroke my hair and walk me to his car. I was silent the whole way home, and to this day I have never found out who the girl was and what she was trying to tell me.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
In my previous post, I introduced all of you to my hero, the tooth fairy. But now I would like to introduce you all to a rather frightenting villain by the name of "Hook", well, Captain Hook.
I am particularly frightened by this man because he terrorizes fairies, whom I love. When poor little tinkerbell was held in the clutches of Captain Hook, she put on a brave face. But had Peter Pan been unable to save her, who knows what he would have done?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
One Wednesday, I had a doctor's appointment. Unlike Monday's, Wednesday's dance class would start at 5:30 sharp. For some bizarre reason, my appointment was scheduled late in the afternoon so I would either have to miss dance class or come late. I absolutely loved dance, so I begged my nanny to let me come late. But by coming late I would not ride in the car with my friends like I usually did each week. My appointment ended sooner than I expected, and I got to Ballet right on time. When my five friends were not there, I figured that maybe they stopped and got cookies (like we sometimes did), but my friends never arrived. I left with a large pit in my stomach, this was before cell phones and I had no way to reach any of them. It took me a very long time for me to fall asleep that night, I tossed and turned, anxious to know where they had been.
I had never been to a funeral before, but before I knew it I had gone to six in one week. Gracie's mom Susan, had a drug problem in college, but she had gone to rehab and had been sober for almost fifteen years. But that Wednesday afternoon she relapsed, my friends piled into the car with this woman, a thoughtless task, and the ride ended their sweet, young lives. The pain I went through realizing that I would never laugh, or dance, or talk to any of them again, was absolutely unbearable. They are gone and I am not. I still find it ironic that a doctor saved my life, not because I was sick, but because I just needed a physical.
I quit dance right away, and never looked back. I have made friends since then, but none have been as close to me as those five were. I see their families from time-to-time. The six of us loved going to the top of twin peaks and shouting, "that's my city!" But now all I have left are the memories, never failing to forget them when I am in the car, or watching others dance, and especially when staring out at my city scape. I don't want to forget them, just the pain, maybe I will, maybe I won't, only time will tell.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The photos on the side are of my mother and brother. The two used to be very close, now they are both tired and unattached, merose, and worn. Despair clouds their faces as they think about the way it was, and how different it is today.