Hello.
So, I'm going to take a leaf out of Julia's book and just talk for this post.
I've told you once that most of the inspiration I get comes from music.
When it doesn't, when writer's block takes over, then I have to go to greater lengths.
Have you ever really felt like you were in a horror film? Like, any moment, something scary as frick is gonna happen and you'll never be the same? Same here, but for me, stuff like that does happen.
So, a couple months ago, I was walking around the lake a little ways from my house. Near my friend Skylar's house, the lake shallows into a stream that stretches about twelve or thirteen feet. I'd been back there a few times before, and I liked to go when I need inspiration. I see and hear all kinds of stuff back there. It's relatively peaceful, but there's creepy stuff too. Once I saw a dead deer in the lake. At first I thought it was a log, then saw it's eyes.
But if you're asking, no, that's far from the creepiest.
On that day I'd wished someone else had been with me.
Like I said, the stream goes deep into the woods, maybe a mile or so, and a good ways away from the houses. While I was walking, I heard something, so I stopped. At first I thought it was the bells of the church that ring sometimes. Then I recognized it.
It was the voice of a little girl singing. The song was something Christmas-y, I can't remember. It may have been jingle bells.
I would've been fine with this, if it hadn't been August.
So, as you can imagine, I got the heck out of there.
Another scary thing happened when we were playing Cops and Robbers.
If anyone knows me, I take that game very, very seriously. I'd sooner sprain my ankle than get tagged.
Anyway, it just so happens that this night, my neighbor had friends over, so they played too.
The following is the reason I don't like said friends.
Having lived where I do now for almost sixteen years, I know the entire outline of the cul-de-sac by heart. Just by the road, there's a slip of tall fir trees (I think they're fir idk) and, with one of the stranger friends on my tail, that's where I headed. If one made it far enough back, they could climb the fence into Cassidy's yard, and this was my plan.
I'd expected the boy to stop following me, but he didn't.
There I was, using my bare arms to push past the protruding branches, shutting my eyes and running blindly as the limbs scraped my face. I turned and realized he'd stopped, and he stood on the street by the edge of the trees. I was fine with him not pursuing me, but I was still running at full speed, throwing myself against the offending branches. Then the boy started really creeping my out.
He, too, started to sing.
Three blind mice.
The sound of it was so creepy it actually made me run faster. I finally reached the fence, and I figured he went back to the base.
That game finished with me and Cody being totally awesome and getting on the base, and our team won.
These above are true stories,
and you know why my stories are so messed up.
>:D
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