When we loose a loved one we try to hold onto there belongings feeling comforted that a part of them is still with us.
~Cold Winter Night~
It was a cold winter night and I was sleeping peacefully in my bed when I heard a knock on my window. I thought I was dreaming and fell back to sleep for a few more minutes. I heard the same knock a second time only louder and knew I wasn't just dreaming. I had to get out of bed and check out the situation. I felt extremely uneasy like someone was watching my every move.
My heart started to pound out of my chest when I turned around and saw a man in my window looking right at me! He was wearing a black trench coat and hat. As soon as we made eye contact he started breaking my window. I tried to scream for help but nothing would come out of my mouth. I was scared speechless!
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me hoping he would just leave. I had my cell phone and tried calling 911 but got a busy signal every time. Within a few minutes the man had entered my house and started banging on the bathroom door!
After several minutes I heard a door slam shut. As soon as I felt safe I opened the door and looked around. I knew this person was after something but I didn't know what. All my drawers were opened and clothes were everywhere on the floor. My mattress had been moved and the special box with my father’s ring was missing. Was the man that entered my house after my fathers ring? How did he know where to find it? Was he watching me through my bedroom window all along?
Why did he come after the only thing left to me? It wasn’t worth any money but very dear to my heart. My father wore his horseshoe ring for as long as I could remember. After I heard a loud knock on my door I woke up. Was I just dreaming, or did I pass out from fear? After a few minutes I was alert and looked around my house. There was no broken window and my clothes were neatly stacked in my drawers. The event felt so real while it was happening and scared me to death.
When we loose a loved one we try to hold onto there belongings feeling comforted that there is still a part of them with us. His ring makes me feel safe like he is protecting me from up above. I wear it everyday now around my neck so it will never get misplaced or stolen. I stopped having that nightmare and now the vision of him in his bed haunts me in my dreams. I don’t want to remember that sight and pray that someday the old memories will come back into my mind.~Peace~
I do occasionally dream of those I've loved who have passed. It's the ones I remember to this day that haunt me. I enjoyed your story. You grabbed my attention and held on to it! Thank you for sharing!
Love ya!
Jane
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
12/17/2009
Sometimes the ghosts of our loved ones do pay us visits, and although we cannot understand why this happens, we understand that no matter what anyone says it DOES happen. I am not a dream analysis, although I probably am as good as it as some of the charlatans who claim to be, but you dear father may have visited you in the only way he could, through your dreams and frightened you so about losing his special ring that you have begun wearing it around your lovely neck. The dreams stopped after they I think you said. So there you are, Chessly . . .
Dear Chessly, I am hoping this story was fiction. Because I would not want you to face such an ordeal. Lets discuss the story as is all your work it is a very easy read. It is well written. the content is very good. To use one of my expressions it just flows along, to me that is a good thing. Because that makes it easy to read. I liked the story what I do not like is you just had to face fear. You are an exceptional writer!
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