Hello my crunchy morsels. Today we are going to try something…new. Tells what you think. If I like your comment you live, if I don’t like your comment, I eat you with hot sauce. Hehe
Jolting awake again, Brad looks around his room. Everything is still in place and nothing is in his room but him… Shaking off this feeling of being watched he tries to fall back asleep, but yet doesn’t want to fall back into the same dream he has had for the past week.
Ever since he was a young boy, Brad felt like he was different. He didn’t look it on the outside. Scruffy brown hair, green eyes, average height and weight for his age, but he knew something was off. He would have never guessed how right he was. Brad always had this feeling when he would to some of his friends houses that they were being watched, but there was never anything there. He would never tell anyone his feelings because he didn’t want to be laughed at. Then, right before 7th Grade Brad met Bri and Jacob. Bri knew right away something was different about Brad, but Jacob would learn later that he had a secret. Bri was your average teenage girl. Blonde hair that flowed down to be mid back and blue eyes that looked as crystal blue as the sky on a summers day, while Jacob had black hair and brown eyes. Jacob and Brad developed a close friendship fairly quickly. They would always hang out and do things together. Jacob was new to the area. His family just moved in and had bought a house way out in the country. As far as Bri, she was quiet and had a troubled past. She didn’t try and get to close to people because she never knew how long she would be staying.
One night Jacob and Brad were having a sleepover. Jacob had fallen asleep first and Brad shortly after. Not to long after falling asleep Brad felt a hand on his shoulder and awoke immediately to an unfamiliar face staring at him. This isn’t what bothered him the most though. What really got to him was he could see through the figure. It was looking for something, but what? Brad followed the figure into the hallway where it vanished into a closet. He rushed back to Jacob to wake him, but he was already awake. They looked at each other and finally Jacob asked if Brad had seen the old cowboy. Brad nodded yes. Jacob said he always walked through looking for something but he never knew what. The two never really spoke of the incident since then.
A couple of days later, Brad and Bri were hanging out at here house doing science homework. All of a sudden Brad had the feeling they were being watched. He looked around, but didn’t see anything. Bri looked at him and told him not to worry. That she was only curious and meant him no harm. This statement really took Brad for a loop. She?! She who? He wondered. Seeing the puzzled look on his face Bri told him that she knew he could sense spirits and that she had a female spirit that protected her. That she could see spirits and she knew Brad could also sense them. Brad didn’t quite believe Bri, but knew she was different and the two became good friends as well. One day Bri had to over to visit. Brad never told anyone about the two deaths in his house that had happened, but as soon as Bri entered his home she asked him who the two men were that were watching her. He asked her to describe the two men and to his astonishment has described his uncle and grandfather to him. He then started believing her about being able to see spirits.
Years have passed and ones gift has lessened while another’s has stayed the same and maybe a little stronger. There always seems to be a spirit residing in Brads houses now. Some say it is a protector to ward off evil. Brad just thinks it’s a nuisance that needs to learn how to clean at 2am when it decides to be very active and pace the floor, but this particular night, like many others he has woken up from, he sense his friend there watching over him. Is the dream some type of warning or the fact he is getting woken up from a bad dream simply a reminder that he isn’t alone and that someone is always there to watch over him? He may never know.
If you suffered through that horrible mess congrats you get to live another day without being eaten. I leave alone to go wandering about your measley little lives living in fear of when I might strike next. Til next time my morsels eat well.