Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection - Tamikio L. Reardon (ereader manga .TXT) 📗

my mouth dropped opened. “How did you know this? did you talk to my sister? She is the only one in school who know s this about me did she tell you……”No Donovan we don’t even know who your sister is much less knowing that you had one” “You have tried to enter this world several times and we saw you trying to get in. It seems you can’t make up your mind at the very end when you are trying entering……” Tony said. Suddenly, a flash back come

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into my head of the last time I tried to commits suicide. It was year and half ago before my family and I moved here to Capers Valley. Sitting in my room at my computer desk, I had already slit my right wrist three times horizontal markings on the left wrist I had only done two, when I proceeded to do the third marking something stopped me and suddenly I was not ready to die. I did not make the third of the sixth marking on my left arm. Looking back at “The Reject Society” I know understood what this all meant and who these people were. These people are not real or human beings. These people are the ones who have come to take me away to the other world in which I fit in…..the suicidal world of the…..dead. Tony and Meghan could now sense that I had understood all this. They both went back to take their rightful place which was in front of each candle. The six candle was for me just liked the sixth marking on my wrist which I did not complete. Looking at my wrist I still had the scars from the five slit markings……to my horror I could now see the sixth marking visibly being carved into my wrist! Looking at the group in horror, they all did not have the faces of human beings anymore their face had changed to evil, creature like monsters with sharp teeth and blood dripping from the tips! Backing away from all five of the monsters demons on the floors, they all each made a ghostly hissing sounds grabbing for me. I looked back at my wrist again and saw the full carving of the sixth slit engraved deeply into my wrist. I was not ready to die now; I was not ready to die anymore. Tony looked at me now with red glowing eyes and a demon domestic face with sharp long teeth covered in blood. He hissed at me and I jumped back inching closer to the front door which had now disappeared. Turning to look at the rest of the living room all forms of escape had disappeared. There were no windows and no front or back doors. I knew this time I was not getting out of this suicidal attempt again. They all stood up and surrounded me. Tony had the sixth candle in his hand and finally handed it to me. “You can’t turn back now Donovan too many chances this is the last chance.” I grabbed the candle, they began to chant surrounding me………

 

Two weeks later, I guess school committee decided to all get together to clean up the rundown block of Mansingfield. The town suggested that they could not go any longer with the street looking the way it did plus there were some large real estate companies wanting buy and build house on this street it would be cheaper for them. Mansingfield would get a whole new makeover and rejuvenation. A group of students went into the house with the big picture window that was boarded up in the front. One of the students claimed she saw a lighted candle in the living room of the house from outside while approaching its walkway. Opening the front door of the house to enter the living room, the group of student gasps….there was burned out candle on the floor and on the tables surrounding the walls. There was also a round pendant

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drawn on the floor with a black marker. There was one candle lying in the center of the pendant. There was a strange rotting odor coming from one of the back rooms. It smelled to me be of …..Dead flesh or something that had died inside the house. As the group entered the last room in the back, with a gruesome scream the female student ran out of the house. The other four students stood in the doorway unable to believe what they were seeing. There was a deck in the room up against the wall in front of the window which pointed to the back of the house. At the desk slumber over sitting in the chairs was the body of Donovan Westbrook; he had slit his wrist committing suicide.

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The Tree House: Come Out and Play With Death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Tree House

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L Reardon

Looking out the window of the big yellow school bus, I knew it was going to take some time for me to get use to my new neighborhood. Nobody sat next me to on the bus I was kind of hurt and kind of relived. This was my third day of school and I had not made any new friends yet. The bus let me off at my stop on the corner of St. Melrose st. I was the last stop of the day and I was glad to be alone on the bus with just me and the bus driver. Before I stepped off the bus, I looked back at the bus drive to wave goodbye. He smiled and waved goodbye back to me. I stood at the corner and watched the bus drive away. Turning to walk down the street to go home I started to count the blocks of the sidewalk to see how many blocks it would take me to get to my house. Stopping at number 12 block of the sidewalk, I thought I heard someone talking. I stopped walking and counting blocks and looks up from the ground. I heard a tiny voice coming from somewhere, but I could not find out where it was coming from. "Hay over here!" I finally found the source of the voice and strained my eyes to look into the backyard of an old run down house. The address was 2662 St. Melrose St. I just had three more blocked before I got to my house I guess I had never paid any attention to this house while coming home from the school the last two days. "Hay come here” There was a boy who stepped from behind a tree in the backyard of the old run down house. He came closer to the gate and mentioned for me to meet him in front of it. I hesitated the boy looked kind of rough of dirty. I came part way to the edge of the gate, but not close enough to where I could come into direct contact with the boy. The boy did the same thing stopping a little ways from the front of the gate. We both stared at each other in silence for a minute I did not know what to say to the boy. He smiled an eerie lopsided smile at me and I begin to step back and started to walk away. "Hay please doesn’t go want to play?" I stopped and looked at the boy his smile now looked somewhat normal I guess he was harmless after all. I finally stepped up to the gate closer to the boy he did the same and put his hand on the gate. "Hi my name is Timmy what's yours?" “Hello my name is Charles...." "Nice to meet you Charles is you new around here I have never seen you before?" "Yes I am new here." Timmy looked at me stranger and neither of us could not figure out what to say. "Want to come in the backyard to play in my tree house?" I looked in the backyard and I did not see any tree house. "What tree house?" "My tree house in the back come I'll show it to you." I hesitated and looked at Timmy he seemed so eagered to get me in his backyard.

 

I decided to follow Timmy in his backyard as I got closer to the big tree; I could now see the large tree house up in the tree. It was starting to get late the air was chilly and I could hear the leaves crunching under my gym shoes it was the month of October Halloween was just around the corner. I followed Timmy closer to the tree house there was a ladder that lead up to the top

 

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of tree. Timmy got halfway up the ladder and turned to look back at me. "Aren't ya coming?" I looked back at the streets it really was getting dark I should be heading home. "Timmy I really should be heading home my mom will be worried maybe I can come back tomorrow?" Timmy turned to look down at me very sad and nodded his head. I turned around and started to run home.

 

The next day I got off the bus and started to walk faster towards home past Timmy's old run down house I really did not want to go up in the tree house, but I didn't like the sad look he gave me when I said no yesterday. Maybe I would go into the tree house with him today if he is out when I walk past. As I got closer to Timmy's house I did not see any sign of him. Staring straight ahead I continued to walk past his house. "Hay Charles!" I turned and there was Timmy standing beside his backyard gate. "Hello Timmy I didn't think you were out today." "Yes I was and I was waiting for you!" I turned to walk closer to the gate and smiled at him. I would get this over with he seemed so lonely and egared for some company. I told my mom I might be going over a friend’s house after school down the block and I showed her Timmy's house. I followed Timmy in the backyard and this time we both headed up to his tree house. I had to admit he had a really big tree house, but I felt a little uncomfortable going into it yesterday. Timmy made it into the tree house while I was still climbing up it was hard to climb up the ladder with a backpack on my back. I finally reached the door of the tree house and found Timmy sitting inside on a nice comfortable rug. My eyes were wide with shock at the looks of this tree house from the inside. I stood at the door paused unable to move as the inside of the tree house was awesome! Timmy had a big smile on his face and told me to come on inside and sit down. I came inside of the tree house and dropped my backpack on the floor sitting next to Timmy. Amazed, I still continued to look around the tree house.

Mom told me to be home at 6 it was now 5:50. I was not ready to go I was really having fun in Timmy's tree house. I am glad I finally came up here. Timmy is really a fun person to play with I think I will be coming here every day to play with him as I have not met any new friends since I started school or moved in the neighborhood. I started to notice that Timmy didn't look so good he looked like he might be sick or coming down with something. He looked at me and stopped playing with his action figures. "What’s wrong? Why are