Come out! Come out! Where Ever You Are!

                                          

Every day when Joshua arrived home from school, he would play hide and seek with his little sister Sophie.  Even though, she was four years younger than he, they always seemed inseparable. 

1..2…3…4…. OK Sophie here I come! Where could you be? Are you in the closet?  No, not there! Okay I’ll check the bathroom. Sophie! Sophie!

2 hours later……….

OK Sophie, you can come out now; mom says it’s time for dinner.  Sophie, this isn't funny! Mom says if you don’t come out for dinner you’ll be grounded for a month.

Later that evening…….

“What do you mean you can’t find your sister? I don’t know what tricks you have up your sleeves, but if you and your sister aren't in bed within the next hour, consider yourself grounded until next Christmas,” said the mother with a vexed expression on her face.

“Yes M’am,” said Josh swallowing really hard.

He decided to check in the backyard even though that wasn't one of Sophie’s usual hiding places. He opened the shed to see if Sophie’s bicycle was still there.

“Sophie!”

   Sophie would have to make serious amends if she ever wanted to play this game with her brother again. While scouring the backyard, Joshua noticed everything arranged scrupulously in perfect alignment, but one thing he did notice out of place, was his sister’s sneaker.

  Untied and lying in a pile of leaves was the exact same shoe his sister had been wearing earlier. Later that night while Joshua was sleeping, he tossed and turned at the idea of not knowing his sister’s whereabouts. 

He used every clue in the book to ascertain the meaning of his situation, but scowled at the idea of uncertainty. Right before he shut his eyes, he noticed his sister’s voice coming from a distant place. 

“Sophie!” “Where have you been?” 

“We've been looking everywhere for you.”

“You have to come find me!” “I’m in the last place you thought to look.”

“Sophie where are you?” Joshua looked up at the mirror hanging on his wall and noticed Sophie’s reflection staring back at him.

“She said we've been playing with her for too long.”

“Who’s her?” asked Josh.  Joshua tried to understand what Sophie was saying, but all he could do was hopelessly conjecture that things would go downhill from here.

“Mary……“Bloody Mary…..”“She says I have to stay here now.”

“Remember that time we called her name last week, instead of playing hide and seek.” “Please come get me.”

Just as Joshua peeled back the covers to get out of bed, he felt a hand reach for his ankles.

The secret

  
A mother and father went out of town for the weekend, and they decided to leave their baby girl, Anna home all by herself. The parents didn't mind too much since she would be there all alone with her dog, Chino. "Oh boy," thought Anna, "The house all to myself for a whole weekend; what am I to do?"

She was so excited that she decided to watch her favorite scary movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

While watching the movie, she could hear dripping coming from the bathroom, but decided not to pay it any mind because of its inconsistency.

Then 20 minutes later, she could hear dripping coming from the bathroom again. While listening to the drip, she could also feel something licking her feet at the edge of the bed. "That's odd," she thought, "Chino never licks my feet; he doesn't even like feet." Anna thought that perhaps her dog was hungry. So she went to the edge of the the bed to call Chino's name, but she couldn't find Chino anywhere. "Chino Chino!" she yelled out.

Then she sat down on her bed feeling alittle confused and worried. Then all of a sudden she felt something licking her ankles. The girl suddenly got excited, "Chino!" she yelled out, but still there was no Chino. Then the dripping noise started again. "What is that?" she thought. It dripped four times and stopped. Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!

She quickly ran to the bathroom and opened the door slowly.

"Ahhhh!"

It was Chino hanging out out of the bathtub, blood dripping everywhere. Anna looked up and saw blood all over the walls. Ann looked even closer to see that the blood was in the shape of pictures. The killer used the blood to draw pictures of how Chino was killed.

Anna could feel something breathing on the back of her neck.

She turned around and standing before her was a tall black figure resembling something from Jeepers Creepers.  He then took his long sinuous tongue and wrapped it around her neck. "Please don't hurt me," she said. "Okay I will leave at once, but only if you promise not to tell anyone you ever saw me."

Once the weekend was over, the girl's parents arrive trying to figure out what happened to Chino. Although Anna was terrified, she remembers what the creature said, "Don't tell anyone."

Years later, Anna grows up, gets married, and has kids. She and  her husband are in the living room. One day while her and the family are eating breakfast, she looks at the husband and says, "I have something to tell you, but you must promise not to tell anyone.

"Okay," says the husband. A long time ago when I was a teenager something terrible happened to me. "What?" says the husband. "One time while spending the weekend alone, a dark creature crept into my house and killed my dog." "He said he wouldn't kill me, if I promised not to tell anyone I ever saw him."

"Then why are you telling me?" said the husband.

"Because I love you, and it hurt so much that I had to keep this secret from you."

"You idiot," said the husband.

"I don't understand."

All of sudden the man's entire skin began to melt from his body. When she turned around both of her children were gazing back at their mothers as their flesh delicately fell from their bones.

Later that night the neighbors called the police because of the loud screams they heard coming from next door.

When the police arrived they were astonished to find three black creatures eating a young woman alive.

Laws of Attraction

 

I want to believe you and give you all things I am capable of, but love is dangerous for a woman like me. A rare breed that has so much power, he or she is incapable of using it. Lately I've been lining myself with the universe and instead of giving energy to you or anyone else, I want to give it to the world.

 

A long time ago, a dear friend of mine said  I don't need anything from anyone else because everything that I need is within me. I never understood what that meant until now.

 

How could I? So clouded by negative energy and cynicism, I was the only one standing in the way of anything I truly wanted. The laws of the universe are such a powerful thing and I've come to learn them quite well.

 

I wonder if the greatest leaders in the world held this possession close to their heart; the secret to life.

 

The secet lies within all of our hearts;  it is up to us to release the power in our minds so that we may have everything we so desire.

 

Whenever the universe gives me a sign, I run with it. Whenever I have an inspired thought, I cultivate it.

 

For example I've been working on my teaching degree for a few years now , Easy enough. I could've earned a teaching position by now, but some tiny little voice inside of me said to continue substituting and work at call centers to avoid handling any  true respnsiblilty.

 

The universe felt this wasn't right and  like that I was fired  without warning or anything. "Ms. Williams, please excuse yourself from your desk and come down to the human resources office." Have no fear the universe is here! I used my time of unemployment efficiently by writing and reading books.

 

I soon began to embrace loneliness for now I understand that being lonely does not show weakness but only exposes strength in its truest form. The universe has opened me up to what is   rightfully mine for whatever I ask I shall receive

 

Anything that stands in the way of what the universe has planned for me must be extracted from my life at once.

 

fo I now undestand that

Friend or Foe

For eleven years I nurtured the core of your spirit from the palms of your hands to the tips of your toes.

 I know better than to think we could ever co-exist peacefully as distant lovers. I must ask you why are so frightened of me?

What have I done so terribly that makes you question the darkness of my soul and the stench of my heart.

I've wanted nothing more than to watch you shape and grow into the person you've so longed to be, and just when I'm ready to give into you, you slowly back away.

So, I must ask you, are you afraid of taking responsibility for what you have the potential to be.  Why can't you do something with your music. You produced about four tracks in the past ten years that Ive known you. Why haven't you cultivated it anymore than adding a few more elements to the beats you already have.

Maybe you're afraid it won't be good enough for others, or maybe you're afraid it won't be good enough for you.

All I ask is that you believe in yourself and understand that others are not here to take you out but pave the way so that you may fulfill your destiny.

Your fear of ridicule prohibits you from experiencing anything true.

You drain the truth out of everything around you with your masked lies and unreliable self.

Was anything between us ever real or are you still a complete stranger to me?

You made me feel like my flaws were just a part of who I am, nothing to be mistaken for something that should be altered.

You told me that I hold all of the power in mind to change the world, and just for a moment I believed you.

I believed you when you told me when you told me that I was on top of the world.

I thought I wouldn't be able to go trhough life without you, but now that I've made adecision to leave you, I feel stronger than ever.

Because, now I know that everything about us was only an ilusion, and because I realize fairy tales don't really exsist, there's no need to get false hopes.

The more I write about you, the more you become just a mere figment of my imagination.

It's easier to compartmentalize these fantasies I have of you on the back of shelves in my mind.

Don't ever wish upon our friendship again for you do not know how to handle love.

You've used everyone around you and eventually life will use you; that's what it does to people who abuse their power.

You play the game well but you dont play fair my dear.

And the day will come when you will lose the battle to your better half, sinking to the depths of your misery, trying to put back the pieces to your lifeless soul.

Clown Statue

One night a girl was babysitting three girls, and they decided they wanted to watch the movie Matilda. The little ones tell the babysitter that in order to retrieve the movie, she must go down in the basement.

So the girl goes  to the basement to grab the movie, but when she returns she is surprised to find a clown statue sitting in the corner of the living room. The girl thought herself, "Huh I don't remember that clown sitting there before. Finally, halfway through the movie, the girl realizes she can't take it anymore, so she calls the girl's parents saying that there's a clown statue sitting in the corner of the living room, and if the father doesn't mind she'd like to move the statue to another room because it's really creeping her out.

Suddenly there's a pause on the phone. "Hello," said the girl. The long pause on the end abruptly ended when the father said take the two girls down to the basement and call the police.

Confused, the girl took all three girls downstairs and called the police. After what seemed like hours of waiting, she finally decided to sneak upstairs.

To her amazement, the clown statue was no longer sitting in the corner of the living room.

Frightened, the girl picked up the phone and called once again. "What's going on?" she said, "why did you tell me to take the girls downstairs and call the police?"

"We don't have a clown statue."

Immediately after hearing this, the girl dropped the phone. She quickly ran downstairs to find all three girls tied up with tape wrapped around their mouths.

"Please don't hurt the girls," cried the babysitter."

The clown statue spoke up at once, "I will not hurt all of them my dear, but I simply must take one, I need to feed off of one of their souls so that I may stay alive."

"Take me," said the babysitter, but do not hurt them."

At once, the clown statue vanished with the babysitter folded in her arms.

All three of the girls were left standing there tied up with confused looks on their faces.

Thirty minutes later, the police and the parents arrived to find all three girls tied up in the basement. No one could explain what happened to the babysitter.

Years later, the girls grew up and the oldest daughter, Katie, became a famous painter. One of her most famous paintings was a picture of a little girl on the farm.

One night while Katie was sleeping, she was awakened by a very sharp sound, which sounded like it was coming from the painting. When she woke up, she looked up at the painting to see that the little girl in the painting was getting older.

"This simply could not be," thought Katie."

The little girl that she drew in the painting was about 5 years of age. The girl that stood before her in the painting now was about 15.

Katie kept this to herself for she thought no one would believe her. Each and everyday the little girl in Katie's painting grew older and older until one day she was about 30 years old.

One night Katie was startled by another noise. This time when she looked up at the painting, she saw the 30 old woman standing with her mouth agape, but standing next to her was also the clown statue.
Katie took one closer look at the painting at noticed that the woman in the 30 year old painting was the babysitter.

"How could this be?" thought Katie. She frantically paced around the room trying to think of something to do.

After pacing around for what seemed like hours, Katie was startled by another noise.

This time she looked up at the painting to find that the babysitter had disappeared.

The only thing left in the painting was the clown statue. This time he was staring directly into her eyes with his fingers pointed at her.

Three days later, Katie was reported missing......

Battling with my Inferiority Complex

 

It all started when I was a child; my mom forgot to sign some papers and I was left behind. It never mattered to anyone that I had the best grades in class or read on the most advanced reading level that could be attained. Because I was always older than all of my peers, they assumed I  was incompetent, an imbecile. It was in elementary school where my inferiority complex began to take shape and by the time I reached middle school it had taken over my entire being. The difficulties of dealing with an inferiority complex can be somewhat stifling because in come cases it can take years before you even realize you have one.

Inferiority complex: often used to mean low self-esteem, is a feeling of intense insecurity, inferiority or of not measuring up. An inferiority complex can be seen in the negative or "useless" reactions to problems in life. These reactions are useless because they do not solve the problem at hand, but only serve to guard one's self-esteem by avoiding the task or by placing the blame for the failure outside of the individual's control. Although the inferiority complex may be seen as comparing individuals or groups as one being superior to another, it more closely describes how one deals with a fear of failure.

By the time I reached high school, this complex had devoured my entire soul. My desire to be perfect and noticed by prevented me from forming healthy relationships.  I was so eager to impress my first boyfriend in high school that  I went out of my way to lie to him about my family situation and even my grades. I didn't want him to think that I wasn't pretty or smart enough. While his mom was  professor at a prestigious university, my mother barely made her way through high school with an outstanding 2.0 GPA.

What I soon came to realize was that none of this mattered. After high school, I went to college, and not just any college. Oh no, it had to be one of the best, one of the most prominent, and of course one that would have my credit score struggling to stay above 650.

People gave me the kind of attention I didn't receive in high school when going to college. They nurtured my complex until it became intractable. Eventually, I wouldn't have been able to walk past a mirror without drowning myself in mascara or throwing on two extra shades of lip gloss. It infuriated me if someone walked past me without so much as a glance, or if  I was introduced to a friend and thy didn't comment on how I pretty I was.

If I had never figured out the root cause of this complex, I would have allowed it to deteriorate my soul and mentally block my chances of ever achieving success.

Life after college was worse because I threw myself into a world  where people thrived on others with my complex. My first experience was with two South African guys  I befriended. Their daily conversations consisted of the growth of deciduous trees and the Cuban revolution. How was  I supposed to keep up with them?

There were many nights I stressed over my ignorance because I did not know as much as them. I later became closely acquainted with a Korean man who often joked on how stupid I was; he said it was cute.

One time while conversing with his friends, I was completely unaware that I made an irrational comment. I simply wanted to know if Mao, a Chinese revolutionary, was dead. Of course I knew he died; I just didn't know when. Instead of sounding intelligent, I came across as an even bigger idiot than I did before. Before College I tried to fuel my inferiority complex by perfecting my beauty and becoming so obsessed with it that  I became oblivious to everything around me.

Now here I was yearning to pronounce myself as a productive member of society and the only way I knew how to feed my inferiority complex was by appearing to be smarter than what I really was so that people would accept me.

Instead of showing people the charismatic personality I had to offer, I began to withdraw socially from everyone in fear they might find out my secret; I absolutely know nothing of the world and I didn't have anything to offer, so I'll continue sitting behind my mascara and concealer because as long as I'm beautiful, people will want to be around me; they may only love me above the surface, but at least  they will love me.

Love- an intense feeling of deep affection; a prolonged mutual protection.