The smiling man

The smiling man

A Story by Tina
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there are two pictures, as a kid I had fun playing with the man he would actually frown and smile with me and my cousin even said he did the same thing to her. my sister has them right now.

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I was sitting in simple wooden chair in a room of a house That belonged to my step grandparents . cold wood floors Chilled my bare feet it was cloudy and gloomy through the big Windows the room, it was bare of any furniture, walls stained yellow by years Of pipe and cigarette smoke . Only two pictures remained On the walls I was facing , one of a man and one of a woman in cased oval circular frames with A glass that seemed to dome outward. I gazed hypnotically at them the woman didn’t seem to do any thing But the man drew my attention he was smiling at me then I frowned and he Seemed To mimic me with his own frown.  I stood up and walked to the pictures I touched them his gentle face was still frozen within. Then I went to the woman’s she looked older hair up she looked so Regal and stern. Suddenly, I heard the door behind me rattle a bit , I turned to look at it, it had a Window on it peering into darkness. I never liked this door . I walked closer to it feeling the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. It led to a storage space with another door leading to the wash room And Another bed room. But it was hard to see through the glass in the dim lit room I kept looking and began to see hands pressing the glass Then it began to tremble again more violently I screamed bolting for the The door than entered to the small hallway , it was locked “ OH GOD ! IT WAS LOCKED!” I tried the one to the joining room and it opened I heard the sound Of glass breaking behind me , I locked the door and backed away. Then I bumped in to something I turned with a panicked jerk and saw Ladies shoes swinging ,trailing my eyes up the dress I could see it was the woman in the picture. I ran to the sliding doors that led to the living room And opened them I looked around to see if it was safe to enter my heart Pounding and I felt I would pass out any moment . I ran for the front door But it was jammed I was about to check a window but I heard a stirring From the hallway I ran between the two columns into the dinning area to the door of the kitchen . I didn’t stop till I was at the back door that Led in to another storage room and  another door that would free me of this House . As I was walking out to leave some thing dropped in front of me And knocked me back in side, I looked and it was the man in the picture Hanging up side down with a battered bloody smile .. I screamed with horror “ OH PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHT MARE! "
I ran back in side in my confusion and shock.  I ran to the bathroom in the hallway It was very dark in this room I managed to Find A candle and matches almost as if by instinct. I lit the big candle and looked around I could hear dripping sounds towards the tub so I shined the light that way I almost Dropped the candle when I saw the head of a woman slumped down she lay in Bloody water I spoke to her asking her if she was ok. When I touch her moist cold Shoulder her head fell back , exposing a slit neck.  It was ME!!!! I dropped the candle when my legs gave out on me, I scooted away as far away as I could get from the tub as the wall was set ablaze right near a water heater but I couldn’t move I was to petrified and trembling out of control.
The fire raged on setting the room aglow the smoke got real heavy and I couldn’t breath. I was going under from the smoke and heat and I saw a vision running through My mind. A young woman had moved in to be a live in maid for the couple, the wife was Emotionally sick and addicted to morphine so the man needed help caring for Her so he could work. the man and the maid Fell In love and the wife found out she slit the woman’s throat as she bathed then she Drugged her husband and hung him upside down when he woke she beat him to death . Then she hung herself. I snapped back to reality to realize I was outside away from the Burning house laying on the ground I could hear the fire trucks coming in the distance but I wasn’t Alone knelt by me was the man in the house smiling down at Me his now gentle face brought me comfort he bent towards me and kissed my Brow. “ good bye sweet girl.“ was whispered in my ear then with the first flash Of a sirens light he had vanished. I was a teenager and was told not to go Into that house. I was greeted by my frantic parents and was grounded. But at least I was alive . I went to visit that mans grave I thanked him , I lay A rose on his resting place then I was quiet for a moment wondering about his past Feeling tied to it some how .. “thank you.“ was carried on the breeze and I Felt a wet spot on my cheek . I made a promise that day that I would return Each year to visit him and I kept it.
 

© 2021 Tina


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A very interesting tale dear Tina. A lot of tale put into the story. I liked the situation and the smiling man. You set-up the story with skill. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

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Tina

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Thank you very much . The house was a real place , my step grandparents lived in and the pictures do.. read more
Coyote Poetry

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You did well dear Tina. A entertaining tale and you are welcome.



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A very interesting tale dear Tina. A lot of tale put into the story. I liked the situation and the smiling man. You set-up the story with skill. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina

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Thank you very much . The house was a real place , my step grandparents lived in and the pictures do.. read more
Coyote Poetry

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You did well dear Tina. A entertaining tale and you are welcome.

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Hi I'm Tina.. I'm 53. I've written short stories and poetry off and on for years. I enjoy reading poetry. A lot of my short stories do leave people wanting to know more, I like that. Whenever I try .. more..

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