Welcome to my house
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Thread Topic: Welcome to my house
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We are moving to japan
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Yaaaaay!
*Dances around happily* -
*moves to japan
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So, we sharing a home together or...?
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Luv ya * kissess you on th lips*
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Dont know?
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I think i know. I mean yeah. Uhm...
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Well im staying in japan
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I'm staying too.
*Moves to Japan as well*
Oh... do you even speak or read japanese though, dear?
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Ha no but ichould learn
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Bump
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It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. Im not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom its hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. James! Its time to come inside. I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. James. Who were you talking to out there? I asked. James looked up for a moment, I was playing with my new friend, he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. Does your friend have a name? Why didnt you ask him to have lunch with us? I asked. James stared at me for a moment before replying, His name is Laughing Jack. I was a bit taken back by what he had said. Oh? Thats a strange name. What does your friend look like? I asked a bit confused. Hes a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. Hes got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks, and he always smiles. I realized my son was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it is normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with. Its probably just a phase.
The rest of the day went by as per usual, and it was starting to get late so I put James to bed. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and made sure to turn on his nightlight before I closed the door. I was pretty tired myself so I decided to go to bed not long after. I had an awful nightmare
It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown amusement park. I was scared, running through an endless field of empty tents, broken down rides, and abandoned game huts. The whole place had a horrible look to it. Everything was black and white, the prize stuffed animals all hung from nooses in the game huts, all with sick grins stitched on their faces. It felt like the whole park was looking at me, even though there wasnt another living thing in sight. Then suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on a squeezebox echoed through the park, it was hypnotizing. I followed its tune to the circus tent almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. It was pitch black, the only light came from a single spotlight shining on the center of the big top. As I walked toward the light the music slowed down, I found myself singing along unable to stop.
All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey though twas all in fun
The music stopped right before its climax, and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of the lights was practically blinding, all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I couldnt move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the haunting figures drew nearer. As they got closer I could see THEY WERE CHILDREN! As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body, others were severely burnt, and others were missing limbs, even eyes! The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground, and tearing inside me. As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, awful, evil, laughter.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After taking a few deep breaths I looked over and saw that a few of James action figures were positioned facing me on top of my nightstand. I sighed, James had probably woken up early and put these here. I gathered up the toys and made my way to James room, however when I opened the door James was sound asleep. I just shrugged and placed the toys back into his toy box, and headed out to the living room. A little while later James woke up and I made him his breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit groggy, perhaps he didnt sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys, James honey, did you put the toys in mommys room this morning? His eyes shot up at me for a moment then quickly glanced back down at his cereal. Laughing Jack did it. I rolled my eyes and responded, Well you tell Laughing Jack to keep the toys in your room. James nodded and finished up his breakfast, then decided to go play out in the back yard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off, because I woke up a couple hours later. s---! I need to check on James. I was a bit worried, it had been over 2 hours and I havent checked on him. I went stepped out into the backyard, but James wasnt there anymore. I was getting nervous so I called out to him, JAMES! JAMES WHERE ARE YOU?! Just then I heard a giggle come from the front yard. I rushed through the gate around to the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him, James how many times have I told you to stay in the backya James, what are you eating? James looked up at me then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of hard candies in all colors. This made me very nervous, James, who gave you that candy? James just stared at me not speaking. JAMES! Please, tell mommy where you got that candy. James hung his head down and said Laughing Jack gave it to me. My heart sunk, I kneeled down to look him in the eye, James Ive had had enough of this damn Laughing Jack thing, HE IS NOT REAL! Now this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave you the candy! I could see my sons eyes tear up, But mama, Laughing Jack DID give me the candy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, James has never lied to me but what hes telling me is impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away, James appears to be fine. Maybe Im just overreacting after all he could have gotten it from Tom and Linda from next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way Im going to have to keep a closer eye on James. That night I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself.
Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. Every thing on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and our dog Fido hung dead from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy, the same type that James was eating earlier that day. My shock was quickly broken by a sharp scream coming from James room followed by loud crashes. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and moved up the stairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor son in his bed crying and shaking with fear, a pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house and went next door to Tom and Lindas house, Luckily they were still awake. They let me use their phone and I called the police. It didnt take them long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog and 2 trashed rooms. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before making a quick escape when they heard me coming up the stairs. I knew it wasnt true. All the doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didnt -
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. Im not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom its hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. James! Its time to come inside. I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. James. Who were you talking to out there? I asked. James looked up for a moment, I was playing with my new friend, he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. Does your friend have a name? Why didnt you ask him to have lunch with us? I asked. James stared at me for a moment before replying, His name is Laughing Jack. I was a bit taken back by what he had said. Oh? Thats a strange name. What does your friend look like? I asked a bit confused. Hes a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. Hes got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks, and he always smiles. I realized my son was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it is normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with. Its probably just a phase.
The rest of the day went by as per usual, and it was starting to get late so I put James to bed. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and made sure to turn on his nightlight before I closed the door. I was pretty tired myself so I decided to go to bed not long after. I had an awful nightmare
It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown amusement park. I was scared, running through an endless field of empty tents, broken down rides, and abandoned game huts. The whole place had a horrible look to it. Everything was black and white, the prize stuffed animals all hung from nooses in the game huts, all with sick grins stitched on their faces. It felt like the whole park was looking at me, even though there wasnt another living thing in sight. Then suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on a squeezebox echoed through the park, it was hypnotizing. I followed its tune to the circus tent almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. It was pitch black, the only light came from a single spotlight shining on the center of the big top. As I walked toward the light the music slowed down, I found myself singing along unable to stop.
All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey though twas all in fun
The music stopped right before its climax, and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of the lights was practically blinding, all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I couldnt move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the haunting figures drew nearer. As they got closer I could see THEY WERE CHILDREN! As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body, others were severely burnt, and others were missing limbs, even eyes! The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground, and tearing inside me. As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, awful, evil, laughter.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After taking a few deep breaths I looked over and saw that a few of James action figures were positioned facing me on top of my nightstand. I sighed, James had probably woken up early and put these here. I gathered up the toys and made my way to James room, however when I opened the door James was sound asleep. I just shrugged and placed the toys back into his toy box, and headed out to the living room. A little while later James woke up and I made him his breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit groggy, perhaps he didnt sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys, James honey, did you put the toys in mommys room this morning? His eyes shot up at me for a moment then quickly glanced back down at his cereal. Laughing Jack did it. I rolled my eyes and responded, Well you tell Laughing Jack to keep the toys in your room. James nodded and finished up his breakfast, then decided to go play out in the back yard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off, because I woke up a couple hours later. s---! I need to check on James. I was a bit worried, it had been over 2 hours and I havent checked on him. I went stepped out into the backyard, but James wasnt there anymore. I was getting nervous so I called out to him, JAMES! JAMES WHERE ARE YOU?! Just then I heard a giggle come from the front yard. I rushed through the gate around to the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him, James how many times have I told you to stay in the backya James, what are you eating? James looked up at me then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of hard candies in all colors. This made me very nervous, James, who gave you that candy? James just stared at me not speaking. JAMES! Please, tell mommy where you got that candy. James hung his head down and said Laughing Jack gave it to me. My heart sunk, I kneeled down to look him in the eye, James Ive had had enough of this damn Laughing Jack thing, HE IS NOT REAL! Now this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave you the candy! I could see my sons eyes tear up, But mama, Laughing Jack DID give me the candy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, James has never lied to me but what hes telling me is impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away, James appears to be fine. Maybe Im just overreacting after all he could have gotten it from Tom and Linda from next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way Im going to have to keep a closer eye on James. That night I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself.
Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. Every thing on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and our dog Fido hung dead from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy, the same type that James was eating earlier that day. My shock was quickly broken by a sharp scream coming from James room followed by loud crashes. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and moved up the stairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor son in his bed crying and shaking with fear, a pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house and went next door to Tom and Lindas house, Luckily they were still awake. They let me use their phone and I called the police. It didnt take them long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog and 2 trashed rooms. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before making a quick escape when they heard me coming up the stairs. I knew it wasnt true. All the doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didnt -
*Clap clap* good story
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*sets next to* promise me you won't break her heart :/
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