11. I was house sitting for a period of about three weeks during my senior year of high school. The house was on a road that led pretty deep into the mountains, and I was only needed because a neighbor who lived about a half mile down the hill got mad when the dogs barked at night. I dealt with some actual menaces, mainly scaring coyotes off of the chicken coop, but the entire time I was there I was never at ease. The house was three stories tall with the main entrance on a porch at the second floor, the bottom floor was mainly like a basement with a pool table, and the door to the stairway was able to be locked so I kept it like that. Finally the top floor was just the master bedroom and a balcony inside overlooking the living room. Every night before I slept I would take the dogs around the house to check every corner because I never felt like I was alone there. Finally, on the last night that I was doing this, the dogs and I finished checking the upstairs and were standing in the living room when the hairs on the back of my neck shot up and I swear that someone was on the balcony and said “Shame you leave tomorrow, I was looking forward to playing more.” I grabbed the pellet gun for the coyotes and sprinted back up there with the dogs and…nothing. Everything was exactly as it had been the whole time I was there. If anyone more spiritual than me knows anything I’ve been trying to figure this situation out forever.
12. I love writing and thinking of stories (though not very good) and was very excited when I took up a short creative writing class. One assignment was to write something that focuses on character development. So, my brain got stuck trying to choose all the stories that I’ve thought of before. Basically, I had writer’s block.
So one night my parents decided to have dinner outside and we had to drive down a road where the surrounding trees are huge, at least from where I’m from, to get there. We had dinner and left. On the way back it started raining really heavily. And when we reached home and was all getting ready for bed, there was a power trip most likely from the storm.
That’s when I started getting an idea for a story. Basically, my character was afraid of the dark. And my story explored how he developed that fear when he was in a car when he was young with his mom driving. There was a storm, the road was dark when a giant tree fell onto their car. That’s the gist of it. I was proud because it was one of the better stories for the assignment and the lecturer highlighted it.
That is until I went home that night and there was an accident in the news. An uprooted tree fell down onto the road and a car hit it. I think it was the first time I felt actual chills down my spine and it wasn’t from a movie.