Stories & Imaginations

Preface

Once upon a time, in a world where nothing is what it seems anymore; where both dream and reality are no longer divided between time and space, but fused upon the hinge of an escape; a glimmer of an image seen only from the corner of an eye; where one questions if they truly saw what they did, or was this just another figment of twisted imaginations.

Is this an age where the things we only read or hear about in movies and books now run rampant outside the barrier of imagery and dreams; tired of being called ghosts and spirits? Maybe it's a sign of the end where the earth's gravitational spin is gearing up; preparing for something sinister at best; opening an impossible gateway unto an universe once believed to be permanently shut by the Creator Himself. A dimension where spirits of the long dead and fallen could never cross from the depths of hades into our plane.

Strange as this may be to ponder, but the fact remains, this world is coming to and end, and every living thing, whether beasts, ghosts, angels, demons, or spirits (whatever you dub them) can already sense its fate, can't you?...

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cold and windy night as I lay under the thick wool blankets my husband and I purchased from the huge sale at a mall earlier today. We argued about the price like most married couples do, but eventually, I convinced him it was a steal, and we could'nt leave without buying it. He folded, I'd won!

I look over to where he now sleeps, a faint snore can be heard, indicating he was in-deep, under the canopy of a dreamscape, the blanket wrapping him like a cocoon. Go figure.

I cannot sleep. The clock on the nightstand is glowing 02:30 Hrs. I am looking up at the ceiling thinking about what I'd witnessed only moments ago, when I walked over to the window to shut it. In the trees below, right there in the spiny palms of the old dark branches crouched a huge cat with green eyes staring up into the other bedroom window that belonged to the last occupants of this ancient house.

"This old house."

The craziest thing about it, just like the argument with the linen, I was concerned about the price when we bought it only a week ago. My husband had hit me with the same line I'd previously used on him about the blanket. Ironic huh? But not the background history of this house I'd soon learn.