Rachel

Rachel

A Story by Hebe
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I heard the JINGLE long before I knew what was going on
The door banging in the wind, back & forth it swayed dangerously
I also REMEMBER the WARNING like it was yesterday!
stay away from the barn! It was in a dream, I think.  One of those DISTURBING nightmares, that envelope you and you try to escape, but couldn't.  I remember a BAT some crazy dark, spooky DECORATIONS hanging above me and the jingle over & over again!!
I remember she lay HELPLESS on the floor, in a pool of blood.  I tried to save her but it was too late!  Whoever did this to her was a cold bloodied murder.  I honestly don't remember much of that diabolical day, they carried me off screaming hysterically.  I never did return to that barn again!  I couldn't, I just couldn't. 
so here I was standing outside the old broken barn, windows broken, door hanging on one hinge, being torn by the wind.  That jingle I could hear was the bell that hung on top of the door hanging on for dear life!
It wasn't RANDOM I was standing here. it was as if a hand was pushing me FORWARD and I couldn't stop it.  
I slowly stepped through the doorway, a musky smell penetrated my nostrils.  Slowly I moved FORWARD pushing the cobwebs from my face. a beam of light penetrated through a crack of the broken window it was exactly the spot Rachel was murdered.  I walked over step by step, standing over the spot I knelt down ... a scream was building in my throat THREE drops of fresh blood stained the concrete! I felt a flutter on my shoulder, that sent terror up my spine! I turned around suddenly, almost falling... when a hand reach out... her hand to save me!  
She was right there with me!  she was always there, she said she would be, she said we would never be apart ...Never!!

© 2020 Hebe


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