I was sitting in simple wooden chair in a room of a house That
belonged to my step grandparents . cold wood floors Chilled my
bare feet it was cloudy and gloomy through the big Windows the
room was bare of any furniture, walls stained yellow by years Of pipe
and cigarette smoke . Only two pictures remained On the walls I was
Facing of a man and woman in cased in circular frames with A glass
that seemed to dome outward..
I gazed hypnotically at them the woman didn’t seem to do any thing
But the man drew my attention he smiled at me then I frowned and he
Seemed To mimic me with his own frown I stood up and walked to the
pictures I touched them his gentle face was still frozen within.
Then I went to the woman’s she looked older hair up she looked so
Regal and wise . Suddenly,
I heard the door behind me rattle a bit , I turned to look at it, it had a
Window on it peering into darkness. I never liked this door ..
I walked closer to it feeling the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
It led to a storage space with another door leading to the wash room
And Another bed room. But it was hard to see through the glass in the
dim lit room I kept looking and began to see hands pressing the glass
Then it began to tremble again more violently I screamed bolting for the
The door than entered to the small hallway , it was locked “ OH GOD ! IT WAS
LOCKED!” I tried the one to the joining room and it opened I heard the sound
Of glass breaking behind me , I locked the door and backed away..
Then I bumped in to something I turned with a panicked jerk and saw
Ladies shoes swinging trailing my eyes up the dress I could see it was the
woman in the picture. I ran to the sliding doors that led to the living room
And opened them I looked around to see if it was safe to enter my heart
Pounding and I felt I would pass out any moment . I ran for the front door
But it was jammed I was about to check a window but I heard a stirring
From the hallway I ran between the two columns into the dinning area to
the door of the kitchen .. I didn’t stop till I was at the back door that
Led in to another storage room and the back door that would free me of this
House . As I was walking out to leave some thing dropped in front of me
And knocked me back in side I looked and it was the man in the picture
Hanging up side down with a battered bloody smile .. I screamed with horror
“ OH PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHT MARE! “ I ran back in side in my
confusion and shock..
I ran to the bathroom in the hallway It was very dark in this room I managed to
Find A candle and matches almost as if by instinct.. I lit the big candle and
looked around I could hear dripping sounds towards the tub so I shined the
light that way I almost Dropped the candle when I saw the head of a woman
slumped down she lay in Bloody water I spoke to her asking her if she was ok..
When I touch her moist cold Shoulder her head fell back , exposing a slit neck
It was ME!!!!
I dropped the candle when my legs gave out on me, I scooted away as far
away as I could get from the tub as the wall was set ablaze right near a water
heater but I couldn’t move I was to petrified and trembling out of control .
The fire raged on setting the room aglow the smoke got real heavy and I couldn’t
breath . I was going under from the smoke and heat and I saw a vision running
through My mind. A young woman had moved in to be a live maid for the couple,
the wife was Emotionally sick and addicted to morphine so the man needed help
caring for Her so he could work. the man and the maid Fell In love and the
wife found out she slit the woman’s throat as she bathed then she Drugged her
husband and hung him upside down when he woke she beat him to death .
Then she hung herself.
I snapped back to reality to realize I was outside away from the Burning house
laying on the ground I could hear the fire trucks coming in the distance but I
wasn’t Alone knelt by me was the man in the house smiling down at Me his now
gentle face brought me comfort he bent towards me and kissed my Brow. “ I love you ,
good bye “ was whispered in my ear then with the first flash Of a sirens light he had
vanished. I was a teenager and was told not to go Into that house. I was greeted by
my frantic parents and was grounded.. But at least I was alive .. I went to visit that
mans grave I thanked him , I lay A rose on his resting place then I was quiet for a
moment wondering about his past Feeling tied to it some how .. “I LOVE YOU “ was
carried on the breeze and I Felt a wet spot on my cheek . I made a promise that day
that I would return Each year to visit him and I kept it.
MANS SOFT VOICE SAYS;
I love you my flower ,
My April shower ,
my sun With the rain .
My angel in darkness
You ease my pain ,
You are my light with
Hope to gain.
- Welcome to Tina's Tales 
