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Aeraie

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“You have beautiful eyes. My eyes are not beautiful like yours.”
You try to look away but you cannot. In realisation of how futile your actions are, you go into a panicked frenzy.
I laugh at you.
“Oh, and don’t look behind you.”
You freeze. I freeze. Our eyes stay fixated on each other, locked in vicious combat.
“Look behind you and you’ll die,” I state calmly to you with a wry smile. You go into another craze.
You hear a voice in your head – it is deep and husky. Your eyes widen as it speaks to you.
“Don’t turn around, don’t look behind you. Don’t look at me or you’ll die. I will kill you if you turn around. Just...one...look...”
You freeze with fear. A gear whirs somewhere beneath you and your chair starts to turn in a clockwise direction. It moves slowly. The voice in your head continues.
“I will torture you forever if you look at me, just one glance. I am behind you, right here,” the voice teases as you blink furiously.
You have an epiphany. If you keep your eyes closed, you’ll avoid its stare. Your eyelids become clamps and they close tightly.
I laugh at you again.
“Open, open wide, you don’t want to miss this,* I taunt, and your eyes open gradually to reveal the white void once more.
You can no longer see me.
“It’s coming, coming on the wind! Slowly, slowly, crawling up on you! Tiptoe, tiptoe!” You hear me scream maniacally, my voice modulating up and down as if I were dancing on the spot.
You give one final effort, your limbs exploding in a flurry of movement.
“One glimpse and you’re dead...” the voice asserts once more to you, “just one.”
You clench your fists where they are locked into position and grit your teeth. A wave of shivers flows through your body, travelling up your spine and echoing through your skull.
A flash of red, and then you see black...
...Eternally.

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Aeraie

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SUSPICION BY BEEP282

Stanley Whoolridge enjoyed his life. He would take a walk through his neighborhood every morning at seven, and take in the crisp morning air, enjoying the feeling of not having a care in the world. Though he was in his forties, people often confused him for a thirty five year old because of his full head of brunette hair and young complexion. When people asked about how he did it he simply answered that he ate well, and exercised and had a positive attitude. He had found that he enjoyed the simpler and relaxing parts of life. He worked at a bird watching store, and loved to talk to the various customers about his favorite hobby. After his hours were over, he would go to the local park and sit under the trees, whose gnarled branches arched out over the grassy park.
When he would return from his day he would eat a simple dinner often consisting of home made noodles or broth. Though he had never married, he felt just as loved by the world and made a point to return the favor. If only his happiness could be shared by all, specifically his neighbor across the street, Benjamin Barchley.
Benjamin was in his sixties and had already retired from his job as a manager for a paper industry. Now he spent his days sitting around his house and telling kids to “Get off my lawn!” He sat at home and read his newspaper every morning with a nice hot cup of coffee. His porch had tall columns of brick on either side, one of which is dented and broken. Whenever he sees it he remembers the day his wife, Mary Barchley, accidentally hit it with her car. She had a heart attack while she was pulling in to their drive way, and couldn’t control the car. Benjamin did*’t blame her for it, though he was thoroughly depressed about it for a long time. Even though it happened almost a year ago, she constantly apologized and tried to fix the damage.

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Aeraie

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Today, Benjamin sat out on his porch looking out at the neighborhood. The suburbs were sunny and relatively quiet other than someone mowing their lawn down the street. The brick red roofs and beige walls of the houses stood in a line only separated by the brown fences, and the side yards. A sprinkler started up in the house next door. The sunshine created a rainbow in the cool misty stream. That brought Benjamin’s attention to a statue on his yard of two circles, one inside of the other.
Benjamin enjoyed buying various statues, fountains, and other decorations to decorate his house. They made him feel like he was a rich collector or some sort of eccentric. Now he looked to his latest purchase, a statue of a perched owl with a gold covered base. It was very pricy, but Benjamin felt that it was worth it. It reminded him of a constant guardian, always watching, and always aware of threats nearby.
Just then Stanley, Benjamin’s neighbor returned from his morning walk.
“Hello there, Mr. Barchley!” Stanley said cheerfully, “Nice day isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes. It is very nice isn’t it? Except it might be better if that darn lawnmower weren’t so loud.” Benjamin answered.
“True, but at least he doesn’t do it at night when we all are trying to sleep right? Anyways, that’s a nice statue you got there, it’s new isn’t it?” Stanley continued charismatically.
Benjamin tensed suddenly, so his neighbor was interested in his statue.
“Ah yes, you like it? I just got it; I like to think that it is always watching for those with…ill intent.” Benjamin answered, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘ill’.
“That’s nice. Well, I’d best be going. Have a good day!” Stanley says, unperturbed by Benjamin’s subtle hostility.

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Aeraie

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When Benjamin got back inside his house, he slipped off his shoes and walked across the hard wood floor with just socks. As he headed for his kitchen to get more coffee, he dodged through various pieces of furniture, and he muttered,
“What is Mr. Whoolridge after?”
“He must want that statue. You know how he likes birds.” A voice from the living room said.
“Yes honey, you’re probably right.” Benjamin answered, as he poured his coffee.
“He wants it for himself!” he continued, “But still he won’t actually steal it, he is a nice man.”
Then Benjamin retired to his room to watch some television.
The next day, in the afternoon Benjamin went to his window and saw Stanley outside with binoculars. He was searching the sky and taking notes on a notepad, no doubt sketching a bird or writing down its features to see what kind. Then his wife called over to him from the kitchen,
“Benny, I saw him looking at our house earlier. I’ll bet he really is plotting to steal that statue and is using the birds as a cover up!” she called.
Benjamin squinted, thinking about what his wife had said. Could his neighbor really be plotting to steal his statue? He had known Stanley for years, why would the man suddenly want to steal things from him?

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Aeraie

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That night, Benjamin dreamt that he was having a tug-o-war with Stanley over the owl statue. He woke up sweating and scared. He nudged his wife to get up, but she did*** move. In the morning Benjamin decided to talk to Stanley about his statue, and try to get a better idea of what his neighbor was up to.
When he saw him get back from his stroll, he walked across the street to his house and knocked on the door. Stanley answered the door, greeted Benjamin warmly, and invited him inside.
“So, Mr. Barchley what brings you to my humble abode?” Stanley asked kindly.
“Well I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something.” Benjamin began.
“Sure. About what?”
“Well, I’m worried that after this last statue I may have overfilled my yard with things, and I was wondering if you think I should take some of it away to make things less cluttered.” Benjamin stated.
“Well I think your yard looks great! In fact, I love your owl statue so much, I’m thinking about getting one of my own!” Stanley answered cheerily.
Benjamin’s eyes widened. One of his own! So he does want to steal the statue!
“Uhh… Thank you! Yes….umm now I must be going, things to attend to. Bye!” Benjamin answered quickly, and then he rushed out the door, leaving a confused Stanley Whoolridge

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Aeraie

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“See I told you he is after the statue!” Mrs. Barchley said, “It’s probably the only thing on his mind.” She continued.
“I’m beginning to believe you are right about him.” Benjamin answered.
“When I came home from my Pilates class, he actually talked to me about it, asked how heavy it was and things like that. I told him I did*’t know, but that I’d ask you.” His wife said.
“He talked to you about it? This is more serious than I thought.” Benjamin said.
“Yes, and he was very charming about it too.”
Benjamin gasped. ‘Not only was his neighbor out to steal his statue, but his wife? Something must be done about this. Maybe the cops could help, except Stanley often volunteered at the police department, they would never believe that he committed a crime. No all there was
That night Benjamin saw Stanley outside his house looking through his binoculars again. Benjamin quickly went outside and walked over to Stanley.
“Looking for ways to steal my statue again are you?” Benjamin asked confrontationally.
“What? Why would I-” began Stanley, but Benjamin cut him off.
“ Don’t play dumb, I’ve seen you looking through your binoculars as if you were watching birds, but really you’re just examining my statue!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been suspicious of your actions for a while, but I never thought you would go to this length!” ranted Benjamin.
“Where are you getting this?” asked Stanley taken aback by the aggression of Benjamin’s words.
“And my wife, Why would you flirt with my wife she’s almost twenty years older than you!”
Stanley suddenly stops looking offended. His face changed to a look of pure shock and confusion.
“Mr. Barchley,” he began quietly, “Your wife died a year ago. She hit your porch and had a heart attack.”

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Aeraie

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Stanley slowly walked backward into his house. Benjamin watched him eyes wide with shock.
Benjamin stumbled back to his house, trying to wrap his head around what he had just heard. ‘No, that’s not true she did**t die, she was just hurt. That blasted liar, he wanted me to believe that so that he could get away with stealing my statue while I am grieving. Well I won’t give him the satisfaction.’ He thought to himself, ‘but just to be sure I’ll check the records I keep in my attic.’
When Benjamin checked the records, he flipped back through various statue purchases, all the way back to one year ago. At first he did*’t find anything.
‘I knew that fool was lying’ he thought triumphantly.
But then he found a file with his wife’s name on it. He opened it up and there on the paper it said what Benjamin feared it would. His wife had died, in a car accident. Then suddenly Benjamin filled with rage.
‘That swine probably killed her! He must have, it was all a plot to get to my things! My home, my statues, everything!’
Benjamin ran down the stairs, grabbed a large cane and ran for Stanley’s house. It was dark out and the street was lit up by street lights, giving everything a hazy yellow and orange glow.
When Benjamin got to the house, he wrenched open the door and ran at Stanley, who was reading a bird watching book. He looked up and saw Benjamin running at him.
“What are you doing!” he yelled, as he backed away from him.
Benjamin just screamed inaudibly and swung the massive cane. It missed Stanley who grabbed it and tried to wrestle it out of Benjamin’s hands. The two men flailed about the room. When suddenly the cops rushed into the room and grabbed Benjamin off of Stanley, hauling him away and up against a counter. One of the officers walked over to Stanley who was brushing himself off.

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Aeraie

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“We got your call about Mr. Barchley here. You said he was acting strange, and that he might not be thinking straight, but I did*’t think it was this serious.” The cop said to him.
“Neither did I, you guys got here just in time. I think he planned to kill me.” Stanley answered, obviously shaken by the experience.
“But you had done nothing to provoke him?” The cop asked.
“No, nothing, though he did come to me earlier tonight yelling at me about wanting to steal his statue. That was right before I called you.” Stanley answered.
Benjamin was sent to a mental hospital, where they discovered that he was suffering from a case of Paranoid Schizophrenia that appeared because of the grief of losing his wife. Doctors think they might be able to cure him, but it will take several years. As for Stanley, he still lives the same way he always did, but whenever he looks over at his neighbor’s vacant house, the statue of the owl always stands out to him and gives him an ominous feeling. He decided against looking into getting one of his own.
Suspicion is a dangerous thing; it preys on people’s insecurities, losses, and fears. It capitalizes on their darker thoughts and turns good friends against each other, married couples to mortal enemies, or a neighbor to a nemesis. This story is an extreme example of this devastating emotion. It lurks everywhere, constantly testing and challenging every belief you cherish, every person you meet, and every thought you have. So be wary for suspicions, when let lose and combined with the right thoughts, can supply an endless fountain of lies and theories that corrupt our world one person at a time.

18-Aug-2011 00:14:10 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 01:06:21 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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DECEPTION BY AERAIE
Granny Smith.
Ripe. Luscious. Tantalizing. Beautifully plump, I feel the apple's weight in my hand. Flawless skin, so smooth and so bewitching. It stares with an innocent, blushing light green. Crisp thoughts tickle my mind. I move the apple to my face so that it lightly kisses my lips, knowing that the first bite is the juiciest. I close my eyes as my jaws unhook to bite its tender surface. My teeth crush into the apple, stealing the angelic perfection from the beauty. As heavenly juices soak my throat, I notice another, far more suspicious flavor. I swallow something large and hard, beginning to choke as horror tears my eyelids open. I pull the desecrated apple away from my mouth and realize with abhorrence the blood soaking its white flesh. My tongue soars to the front of my mouth and slams into the inside of my lip.
My tooth. My front tooth. Panic sets in and I begin to cough in a deranged attempt to regurgitate the tooth. I am choking. I drop the once pristine apple to the ground as I struggle for air, the tooth lodged between my airways. Blackness clogs my vision as I begin to kill myself in an attempt to save myself. I grip the cold granite counter as a means for stabilization, but it is too late. My wobbly arms collapse, allowing my head to smack into the granite. My consciousness is put out like a light. I will be dead within minutes. The apple's tortured surface stares at my body, offering no means of help. It stares at me hungrily, waiting for me to take my last breath as it watches the bloody scene unfold.
Granny Smith.
Care for a bite?

18-Aug-2011 00:14:11 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 01:08:07 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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ISOLATION/LONLIENESS BY SNOWBUSTER
It was a gusty winter's day; overcast clouds hung menacingly over the small, lifeless village. William nestled his chin into his lower neck in a feeble attempt to protect himself from the penetrating cold; a cold that felt like it was slowly shutting down each of his ancient bones. Exercise was painful, but the weather was worse.
William quickened his stride as the wind picked-up, creating an airy whistle as it glided into his ears. It felt colder here, possibly due to the fact that there were now fewer people and houses - an indication William was nearer home, if you could call it that.
To his left, William's eyes briefly met those of an elderly man, who huddled close to his partner, a small, frail old lady whom the cold had painted white; the harsh weather taking its toll on her ice-white face.
As William hurried on, the terraced housing that was adjacent to him changed to small, independent bungalows. Many of them looked empty and inanimate: cheap, plastic blinds stained by dirt protected the windows from external eyes, whilst the houses themselves showed few signs of life. However; William noticed one house that seemed far livelier than the others. It looked newer than the other buildings, its modern yellow brickwork showing it was a more recent construction.
There were lights on in near enough every room, giving the home a bright, ominous glow that juxtaposed the blackness of the dull clouds. William could hear people inside talking, laughing and playing, but his view was restricted because of the prevailing wind which caused him to scrunch his eyes inwards and squint.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked lethargically towards the bungalow, his shoes crunching the stones that covered the driveway. Before he even realised it, William was peering into the window farthest left, his eyes widening as he...

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