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A Nightmare
by M
Jennifer Carrols was a young mother of 19 and was utterly busy. She
had quit college when she married Jimmy Carrols, and was now
completing her college education online. Jennifer was slicing
carrots for her stew. Her knife went chop, chop, chop, and her
throat went hum, hum, and hum. Her 7 month old daughter sat cooing
in her high chair. The sun had not shown all day, and cloudy billows
hovered in the sky. Abruptly, the phone rang. Jennifer treaded over
to the telephone, and picked it up. She cradled it on her shoulder.
“Hello,” she said.
The man spoke quietly, “Your husband,” he paused, “he shot himself."
Jennifer’s legs went weak as she swallowed a lump in her throat.
“Jimmy, killed himself?" she asked weakly. “But he has-had no
problems, I mean, I didn’t think he did,” she added.
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. It was a
ghostly soundlessness, without static.
Jennifer put down the telephone laboriously, and then sat down in
the comfortable chair in the living room. Jennifer could not be sure
what had happened. She was wondering if this was all a joke. She
wanted to call Jimmy’s cell phone and see if he would answer.
Jennifer was too afraid that he would not answer, although she knew
that Jimmy was dead. The feeling came to her that she really should
call him, just in case he was alive. Jennifer walked to the
telephone, with tears in her eyes. Dialing Jimmy’s mobile phone
number, she knew it was just as useless to call his number, as it
was to call 555-1234. Hearing the rings, she imagined who and what
was listening. Nevertheless, it seemed as though the cell phone had
been picked up. It was Jimmy’s voice!
“Hi, Jenny,” Jennifer heard.
“Jimmy darling! I thought you were dead!” Jennifer exclaimed, and
burst into more tears.
“It’s okay, I’ll be coming to the house late tonight, so just go to
bed without me,” Jimmy replied, seeming untouched.
“Okay, Jimmy, please make sure you’re okay though,” Jennifer
murmured through her sniffles.
“I never felt better,” Jimmy replied, with glee in his voice. “Bye,
see you later.”
Jennifer placed the receiver down, took a bite of carrot, and
scooped baby Kirsten up out of her high chair. Jennifer sat in the
big comfortable chair, hugging Kirsten, and fell asleep. By the time
Jennifer woke up it was 6:00, the time Jimmy usually left work.
Jennifer let Kirsten play with her baby doll, and then stirred the
stew. Jennifer walked into the bathroom and brushed her hair, since
it was mussed and covered with tears. Wearily, Jennifer ate her stew
and then crawled into bed. She closed her eyes and was zapped into
dreamland. Jennifer woke up at about midnight, and looked over at
Jimmy’s side of the bed. There he was.
“Hi Jimmy,” Jennifer whispered, and went to hug him. When she got to
his side of the bed, she discovered that she was sleeping with a
corpse! There was a glazed look to Jimmy’s eyes, his chest did not
rise and fall, and there was a deathly silence around the room.
Jennifer leaped out of her bed and ran into the kitchen. She went to
the refrigerator and guzzled down some wine.
“You shouldn’t do that!” Jennifer’s brain thought, but she did it
anyway. Jennifer closed the refrigerator before she drank too much.
A scream came from Kirsten’s room. The baby was crying. Jennifer sat
against the wall, thinking about what had happened. There was a dead
body in her bed, but Jimmy had said he was alive; he was alive, what
could have happened?
Kirsten let out a blood-chilling scream. It was unlike Kirsten, a
quiet baby, to scream like that. Jennifer ran into the room and
looked into the crib. Kirsten lie there, dead! Jennifer checked her
pulse, and there was none. Blood oozed out of her chest where a
knife seemed to have entered. A chill ran down Jennifer’s spine, and
her neck felt prickly. In the air, Jennifer could sense evil.
She ran to the phone and dialed 911.
“My husband killed himself, and then came alive, and now he’s dead
in my bed and my baby looks murdered. I know no one else was in the
house, or I think," Jennifer explained.
The operator sighed and said that
the police would be coming. Jennifer went out onto the porch while
waiting for the police to come. Her life was falling apart. Now,
what was she, a widow with no children at the age of 19? The police
finally arrived.
The policeman looked surprised, “You're just a kid!” he exclaimed.
Jennifer started to cry again. “I know,” she thought, “so why did
this happen to me?” Crying hysterically, Jennifer guided the
policeman to Kirsten’s body.
“Uh, wow,” the policeman said, and wrapped Kirsten in a plastic bag.
He picked up the body and then walked to Jennifer's bedroom. Jimmy's
body was nowhere to be seen!
“I didn’t move him!” Jennifer exclaimed, putting her hand to her
forehead.
The policeman put his hand to his hip and looked at Jennifer
sternly. He took Jennifer’s hand and guided her to the sidewalk. The
policeman put Jennifer’s hands behind her back, then put on
handcuffs.
“Wait a second! I didn’t do anything!” Jennifer cried, tears in her
eyes.
The cop looked angry and pushed Jennifer into the police car. In the
back of the police car, Jennifer cried quietly and sadly. Why were
they doing this? Moreover, why did all these horrible things happen?
Jennifer looked out the opposite window and saw why. Jimmy was
sitting in the car with her! “Jimmy!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“Hi, Jennifer,” said Jimmy. He looked with evil into her eyes.
“What is going on?” Jennifer murmured.
In the front seat, the sheriff said to the policeman, “See- she’s a
nut!” All they saw was that Jennifer was talking to nothingness.
Jimmy began to speak, “I took the most vulnerable little baby of a
boy, that Jimmy, and possessed him. I can be in his body or out of
it! I am a mean man and I want to murder without being caught. What
I did was kill myself, have my soul posses your husband, make him
kill himself, so my ghost could do whatever I pleased. Next, I am
killing you. I won‘t be caught; everything I do will be traced to
you! Everything I am doing will make you seem more and more like you
are insane,” the possessed Jimmy snarled, with an evil smile.
“No!” Jennifer screamed. Jennifer’s heart began to race. Even if she
killed this body, the soul was invincible. Suddenly, Jennifer realized
that she was alone in the backseat. The police were driving the car.
“I am not insane!” Jennifer yelled, her anger blazing. How could
anyone do this to her? Finally, the police car stopped at the
asylum. Jennifer walked quietly into this place full of truly crazy
people. “Maybe all of these people just seem insane,” Jennifer
wondered. She burst into more tears, as she walked in a place she
did not deserve to be.
Epilogue
Jennifer Carrols died at the age of 35 in the Charleston Falls
insane asylum. No one knows how she died, but most people say that
she killed herself. However, there was no evidence of suicide.
Although she insisted she was not crazy, most people say that she
was the craziest person in the asylum.
©05/24/08
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