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Haunted Coffee

“Don’t’ buy that cup, its haunted!” My friend warned. With an eye roll I stroll to the counter with the cup.

Two days later I sit down and try to settle myself in my favourite chair. I cuddle the warm blanket over my legs and a heavy sigh and eye roll follows because I am finally comfortable and my coffee is in the other room on the counter! I am exhausted from a sleepless night. The strange noises from the kitchen and the light flicking on at random intervals was not an environment conducive to sleep. I want my coffee but I don’t want to get up to get it.

I lean my head back and close my eyes. “Okay self you have the energy.” I push my eyes open, snap the blanket off my lap and freeze. My coffee mug is being gently placed on the end table beside me by someone or something that I can’t see…

If we were having coffee I would remind you that October’s theme is ghost stories (haunted, Halloween…). I love October for all the fun the month encompasses: pumpkin, fall colours, Thanksgiving, birthdays, anniversaries, Halloween, ghosts, ghouls, witches, vampires and various other creepy things.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that the weather has been very bizzare. We went from snow and freezing to cool and nice. I am not complaining just noting that the shift has been welcome and strange.

If we were having coffee I would share all the buttons from 2019’s monthly themes as a sort of over view of what things have looked like here at Writing is Communication.

If we were having coffee I would comment that for a short work week it sure felt long! How was your week?

By Shari Marshall – 2019

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9 thoughts on “Haunted Coffee

  1. I’ve never been very good at writing ghost stories. Reality is scary enough. I do have a couple of haunting poems, so, let me go see what I can find for you… Brb….here’s one…

    Bridge to Hell

    I met him on the bridge to hell
    he stood there clothed in black
    a light aura around him glowed
    a cold light that didn’t penetrate
    the ever-present gloom of night

    “Come here to me.”

    He sang, his voice a baritone song
    I followed, I couldn’t help but go
    slowly over the old bridge
    I trod with my blackened soul
    enthralled to him like a slave
    he had bidden me to glimpse
    for a moment, the tormented
    trapped forever in the flames

    “Come here to me.”

    He sang again as bony arms
    reached out to surround me
    the chill of his breath freezing
    the blood in my veins
    Into the deep abyss of eyes
    that had seen the core of evil
    and I screamed
    forever caught, now,
    within the arms of hell’s guardian.

    “Come here to me,” He calls…

    BearStarfire McQuinn

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