Lucky for me I was on the second floor.
Or on the steps when the lightning struck the power pole
down the street.
Hopefully, I'd find my way to bed without walking into
any obstacles.
Unlucky for me the house I lived was haunted. Things
went bang in the night. A glowing apparition appeared out of the
darkness with a lantern to show me the way to where. Even though I
screamed, he beckoned me to follow him.
His back was turned to me.
I didn't see his face.
A scared face fresh from battle with blood dripping from
his cheeks to dampen the front of his shirt.
Unlucky for me, he took me to the wrong room. He took me
to the room where all the dearly departed were having a wow of a
party with music and dancing. A cold feeling ran through my body like
a ghost walked right through me.
I was rescued by a real man.
He was leading me to safety.
But I was wrong.
The floor opened before us letting us fall over the edge
floating through space to softly land on solid ground. Taking a deep
breath while I felt my legs to make sure nothing broke when I landed.
I pinched myself to see if I still lived.
When my eyes adjusted to the dimness around me there
were snakes slithering across the ground hissing at me.
I hate snakes.
The only good snake was a dead one.
The scream didn't pass the clogged vocal cords.
From out of the darkness a pair of arms wrapped around
my waist to lift me from the ground before any of the snakes were
able to reach me. When I opened my eyes I found I was on a different
floor. I was lead down another corridor and into a bedroom.
I was shown into a nursery where a woman knelt beside a
crib crying.
The crib was empty.
The mother cried for her missing baby.
Her husband went to stand by her side to comfort her.
She turned to see who had entered the room with her husband. She
looked up to see me standing there. A smile crossed her sad features.
She stood to walk over to me.
I was safe at last.
These nice ghost would take care of me.
They both took hold of my arms to lead me to another
room
We went into the room where a beam of light shone down
through the ceiling making a circle on the floor. The couple each
placed a hand on my stomach until the light went out and we stood in
the darkened room.
We were falling again.
My stomach churned.
My head dizzy from all the ups, and downs, and scares.
I was sick by the time we reached the bottom. I heaved
what food I had eaten before the lightning had struck. I was picked
up and laid on a bed. Both of them sat by my bed until my world
righted before going to sleep.
When I opened my eye I found I was in my own bed.
How did that happen.
I had no recollection of returning or the lights coming
on.
Last night had to be a dream. A very bad dream. I went
to sit up in the bed to quickly lay back down when a sever pain raked
through my body. I moved slowly to the side of the bed to try sitting
up once again but I wasn't able to put my feet to the floor. Reaching
for the phone beside the bed I called a friend to help me.
I was in luck.
My friend had left for work.
She came to my flat to see what was wrong.
She found me stretched out on the bed in pain. She rang
for an ambulance to come to take me to the hospital. The ambulance
people did what they were able to before they put me in the ambulance
to rush me to the emergency room at the hospital. I thought I heard
wrong when the doctor gave his opinion. He had to be a quack.
“You're in labour.”
I fainted.
The dream had turned into a nightmare.
Lucky for me I was on the bed when he gave of his news
and I fainted. He had to be wrong kept floating through my clouded
mind. There was not way I was pregnant. When I finally opened my eyes
I was presented with the results.
I had a baby presented to me.
“This baby isn't mine.” I shuddered. I'd wake soon
to be in my own bed.
I looked up from the baby sleeping in my arm to find the
ghost couple standing at the end of my bed with tears of happiness
running down their cheeks before they disappeared.
On returning home with my baby I found the crib in my
room, the one from my nightmare with two guardian angels there to
watch over us.
A short story I re-worked from hard copy I found in my file. Surprising how you work an old story when seeing it with a different, clearer mind, not stressed from over work, and lack of sleep. This was written in the years I took care of an ailing mother.
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