Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.






Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Back to the Future


Back to the Future

     The bar was dark, dank and dusty and emptied; exactly what I wanted to continue my drinking to oblivion. A fortune telling machine stood in the corner. On an impulse I went to put in the required quarter and realized it took dollar coins. I only had two Susan B. Anthony dollars that my girlfriend, Amy had given me before she died in the bus accident ten years ago on three days before we gradated high school . 
A card popped out of the fortune telling machine interrupting my sad thoughts of Amy and how I'd never love anyone as much as her. I peered at the card dumbfounded for I recognized my own hand writing and it read, ‘True love that you seek is available if you turn back time, put in another coin for details.

     How could it be my handwriting? The message was ridiculous. Turning back time indeed if only I could. instead I sought oblivion in the bottom of my glass. I sat down and had another drink, but the machine beckoned to me still. I found myself propelled to it and put in the other dollar Amy had given me. A card came out and I read, ‘What you seek is close at hand.’

     I threw down the card in disgust; but when I looked down my body was seventeen years old again. I ran out the bar door and found myself back at my high school. The school the bus was there waiting for the music department's year end trip. (The trip I had missed because of appendicitis.)

     I entered it and hoped to stop the bus before it left, but the second I entered the bus lurched and started driving. I tried to get the bus to stop l but several teachers corralled me, tied me down and placed me with a duct taped mouth beside Amy. The accident happened just as it had before, only this time as the bus rolled over and over I felt pain and then felt the life drain from me. 

I woke drooling in a beer,in that dingy bar; I looked for the fortune telling machine but it had disappeared. I concluded that it must have all been a dream. One good  thing came from all of this finally I could move on from my guilt nothing I could have done could have saved my friends or my girlfriend, Amy. Life was for the living they said and I'd been dead for ten years it was time to start living.
©Sheilagh Lee July 18, 2018


Wednesday, July 11, 2018

I Should Have Listened to Nanny


      Accepting a job with mystery writer, Bradley Guest; I scolded myself for shivering when I saw his home Castle Cronin. It was positively gothic with turrets, and gargoyles overlooking the front door. The door opened and Bradley ushered me in and talking about my duties as secretary. A phone call made him leave the room.
“You should get out while you can. He’s a very bad man,” the housekeeper said.
“I need the job if I find I don’t like this job I’ll leave tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll leave tonight. Listen I am an old woman and he’s rather fond of me, so I’m safe; but a young woman like you is not.”
“Why are you trying to scare me away?”
“It’s for your own good. It’s too late he’s coming back. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” the housekeeper said leaving as quickly as she came.
“Was that my housekeeper?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Did she tell you to leave?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry. She’s actually my possessive old nanny. You don’t want to leave now, do you?”
“No, I said and followed him to his study.
“Sometimes I act out the plots in my books. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
“No, of course not.”

That’s how I found myself pretending to be the murder victim. Unfortunately for me it was only pretense on my part. Nanny asked where they’d hide this body. As I lay there dying from a knife wound, I wondered why didn’t I listen to nanny?

©Sheilagh Lee July 11, 2018

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Happy Independence Day

To my American followers on July 4th, 2018 on the occasion of America's Birthday of  Independence Day


Have a great holiday and enjoy the fireworks 



Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Friends?


     Late and running to class literally ran into Byron a nerdy looking guy who was studying computers. He seemed nice and asked me out to coffee. I told him we could be friends, nothing else. He agreed. I saw him occasionally on campus and we said hi and bye. One day he invited me to a party when I got there I found out I was the only person there and turned to leave but he offered me a coffee and I drank it. That’s how I found myself here in this secret room in Byron’s basement wondering if I’ll ever get out.

“You okay down there, Amelia?”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me?”
“You don’t like the accommodations?” Byron chuckled and then I heard the sounds of him walking away.
Byron said he was going out for coffee and brought some back to me I drank it and woke up here.
I heard his footsteps come back.
“Ready to marry me now?” Byron asked.
I nodded up to him and he replied,” Too little, too late.”
“Please Byron. I made mistake. I love you, “I responded.
“You do? I knew you did,” he shouted.
Byron threw down the ladder and I climbed up to him. He kissed me on the lips and I gulped back bile pretending I like it. The minute his back was turned I ran out the front door. Down in the secret room he kept me in they found six mummified bodies, the other women he loved.
©Sheilagh Lee June 26, 2018

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Enough for now


“Do you really need them now?” my nanny had asked about my cars as we went to the park. I run away at the park finding myself lost. Night came and I lie down on a bench and sleep until my parents come.
I awoke to a young woman and a man. They seem familiar. They’ll take me to my daddy, so I go with them. The young woman spoke into a box like on Star Trek. I was frightened the young man comforted me. We reached a building and a young child ran to me then magically he turned into a man. I was baffled, how could this happen? I looked at the man and he looked like my dad, but he wasn’t my father. I searched my memories as he took my hand gently and hugged me.
“Dad, I’m so glad you’re okay.”
I looked again at the man and I was scared he called me Dad; but I was a little boy wasn’t I? He sang to me, ‘You are my sunshine.’ and the memories rushed back, this was my son, Alan and my grandson Kevin and my granddaughter Helena had found me. My memory had failed me again; how much longer would I know them?
“Dad, I’ll be there with you, always,” my son said.
I smile, for that is what I always said to him and he has brought me home. They love me let that be enough for it’s all I have.
©Sheilagh Lee June 14, 2018