Here is part 2 of TAG. I hope you enjoy it! More to come, dear readers! Just remember, I have a whole book full of crazy, scary, creepy and even troubling stories... Just wait!
TAG Part 2
I slowly stood back up, and then just stood
there for a minute. I watched as he got
smaller and smaller, and then disappeared into the horizon. I could not move. What the hell was that? Finally, I snapped out of my trance. He was gone, and here I was outside in my
robe, freezing in the oddly cold November air.
I instinctively hugged myself and rubbed my upper arms to get a little
warmth in them, and exhaled as my breath made swirly tendrils of fog in the
air. I ran back inside, shut the door
and locked it behind me. I leaned
against the door, taking another deep breath in.
What was that? Was I still dreaming? I was all alone in the house, so it was
definitely a possibility. But no, this
feels awake. And now, after that
weirdness shot chills of shock-waves through my body, I was absolutely
awake. Wide freaking awake.
I glanced at the time, and saw that it was
now 6:17 and I had less than 45 minutes to get up and ready for my first
meeting of the day. So, I decided to put
that bizarre incident out of my head and get on with my day. Hopped in the shower, had coffee, got
dressed. I often felt like I was living
in that old Beatles song “A Day in The Life”:
“Woke up, got out of bed, dragged the comb across my
head. Found my way downstairs
and drank a cup.
Looking up, I noticed I was late”.
Story of my life, and probably millions
just like me. But I did look up, and I was
running late. So I threw on my best
business casual look and added nice shoes and accessories so that I didn’t
project a look of being as late as I really was, and headed out of the front door. Since moving to this new apartment with no
assigned parking, I was often confused when my car wasn’t right outside of my
door. But today, thank God, my car was
in the spot right in front of my door.
As I rushed to it, I thought of that young, ghostly boy and a shudder
ran through my body. I looked around
once more to see if he was in sight, but no.
He was gone. I reached for the
door to my car, and jumped in shock as I saw a leg of what looked like a giant
spider under my door handle! I couldn’t
help myself, and let out a short scream of horror. I took a deep breath, and leaned in to see
what it really was. And I was right, a
big, hairy, brown spider. It was
November after all, and those spiders tend to pop up in the strangest places. I had seen them before, and while I do not
love spiders, I do not fear them. So I placed
my car keys strategically under my handle and tapped a little, hoping the
vibrations would make the creepy crawly move.
And boy did it work! That little
guy was wiggling as though I set him on fire.
He scurried out from underneath the door handle, but did not move beyond
that.
“Come on, little guy, I have a meeting”, I
pleaded. But he just sat there, and if I
didn’t know any better, I would say he was looking right at me. I hate to kill things, so I didn’t want to
squish him. I thought I would give him a
fighting chance and just get him to the ground.
Since I could see most of him, I moved closer and finally gave him a
flick with my pinky knuckle. He flew in
the air, and landed on the ground. I
thought I would see him scamper away to safety, but he didn’t move. I looked more closely and saw that he was
dead. He was alive a second ago, I had
seen him move… But now, he was dead as a door-nail. Huh.
Sorry little guy, I didn’t mean to.
And off I went, zipping towards my first appointment of the day.
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At that very moment, the boy from the door,
hidden somewhere unreachable, smiled.
(End of Part 2)
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