Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Journal #24

Things that give you shivers up your spine, hairs stand on end, and make you feel like your stomach is dropping to you feet are the things that spook you. These are the things that make you scared to move or even breathe. The spooks give you a chance to be scared and nervous about something that may or may not be real. I have had this same weary chill go through my spine many times but this one time was the worst. Terrifyingly mysterious may explain it better than anything. It started out as a normal night in my house. Everyone was asleep besides my mother, my friend Cara who was staying the night, and me. We were all just sitting in the living room minding our own. My mother was on the computer looking up various make-up things, because she is slightly obsessed. That began a few years ago when she became very interested in the idea of making your face abnormally beautiful, which she did very well. Cara and I were just watching some TV snacking on things that were definitely unhealthy in every sense of the word. Reaching for another huge chunk of brownie we were all stopped in our tracks when we heard the loudest crash of glass I have ever heard. We have many glass things in our house including a large glass door; I and my mother ran to the other room thinking that it was that large door or something huge. Cara followed behind us much slower being a lot more cautious than me and my mother. We all thought we would walk around the house and find glass scattered in one of the rooms, but we found nothings. We searched for hours and hours and found nothing. We all were confused and then it was obvious that there was nothing broken. I looked at Cara and my mother and that feeling of spooked came over all of us, it was silent to the point where you could hear a pin drop. Shivers went up my spine to where I actually have to shake my body to get it out. We all slowly walked back to the living room, back to what we were doing before. It was nothing but normal the rest the night because we all kept an ear open to hear of any more signs of the mystery broken glass. My mother and I have yet to find any sign of anything broken in or outside our household.

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