Hello people of earth! It's been a very long time since I've posted... sorry. To be quite honest I've been at a loss of things to write about. So today I figure, why not just write? And not just some funny rant or a list of things that really ticks me off; why not tell a little story?

I've started so many different blogs that I've wanted to turn into something along the lines of a story, but I've never actually taken it anywhere. So! I bring to you, a small story with no name (yet) and who knows? It might be the starter for a story blog!~~~






A heavy mix of steam and smoke swirls out in front of the girls face as the soft hue of orange illuminates her features with each puff off her cigarette. It's dark outside, even for being the middle of the night, probably because it's been raining for the past four days. Its quiet. Not a sound other than that of the pattering of rain and the soft burning of tobacco. Eerie. But none more so than the house in which we just moved into... It's beautiful; old Victorian, almost castle like. Hanging chandeliers, dark oak doors, even a spiral stair case leading up to "The tower" where she did the majority of her writing. She loved every aspect of that house... but nothing more than the doll.

It was a spooky thing. Porcelain, with ungodly white, curly hair. It's glass skin was faded and pale, and it's once blushed cheeks now looked dark and deathly. The dress it wore was a organized mess of black lace, silk, and ribbons all tied together carefully and with brilliant craftsmanship. She found it neatly placed in a wooden box which had been locked away in a hidden closet just under the stairs. An old, iron lock had been fastened around the clasp but it didn't do any good as the key was still jammed inside it; one small turn of the key and the lock opened gracefully with a "Click!". Any normal person who found a doll... in a hidden room... locked in a box... would get rid of the damned thing, but not her. She loved that doll more than anything else in that house. Every day she would take it down and admire it by the glow of the fireplace in the privacy of her study. It was becoming a concern, like she had an unnatural obsession with the thing. But she kept up with her social and daily life and her writing.

She puts out her smoke and walks toward the back door from the garden using the light from her phone to see what obstacles lay on her path.

"It's late," I say as she approaches the house, "What're you doing up?" She kicks off her shoes at the door and makes her way to the kitchen table. A familiar smile spreads across her face as she glances at me. I hand her a hot cup of tea just as she sits down.

"Thank you," she takes a sip, "I was just taking a little midnight stroll through the garden." Her eyes glistened in the dim lit room. They were always my favorite part of her...

"The dead garden in the middle of October?" I couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh Marceline, this is why I married you." I kissed her forehead, "Lets go to bed." She shook her head.

"I have too much work to do... I have a deadline for my book you know. I'm almost done, I swear." At this she stood up and walked toward the little doorway leading to the main room. "You should bring your tea and come up with me. It would be nice to have some living company up there."

"Living being, not made of glass?" I laugh, "Okay I'll be up there shortly." She nodded and whirled around into the darkness. I sighed, if I was going to be up all night I was going to need a cup of coffee. This was the third night in a row that I found her outside in the middle of the night, always 'strolling the garden'. Slowly I was becoming more and more concerned with her unusual behavior; wandering about the grounds in the middle of the night, I don't know when she ever slept, and as far as I knew she was on a strict diet of tea, tobacco and coffee cake. My stomach churned at the thought of her health.... I was terrified that I would find her face down in her study one day. "Coffee," I say to myself as I fill my mug. My feet drag across the floor, down the hall, through the main room, up the stairs to the second floor, and around the corner to the door of the "tower". One seemingly never ending spiral of stairs later and I was on the landing just before the door to Marceline's study. I stopped dead in my tracks... suddenly I felt strange; an eerie feeling flooded all over my being. Goosebumps crept up all over my skin and the hair on the back of my neck stood up straight.There was someone breathing down my neck... Slowly I turned and just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something! But it was gone as soon as I was completely turned around. Nothing but silence and the light in the stairs.

"Andoin!" I let out a yelp as Marceline's voice broke the silence, like a hammer to glass, I'm not sure how I kept a firm hold on my coffee. She falls back into her study, "Whats wrong with you!?" She pulls herself to a stand as I work hard to catch my breath. My answer is as staggered as my breathing.

"Just- just tired. I'm freaking myself out." Her gentle hand softly caresses my trimmed face, suddenly I was at ease.

"I just finished my novel," she grins happily, "We can go to bed... together. And actually sleep. For once," Her hand meets mine for a split second as she heads down the stairs. I smile at her and turn to close the door of her study... which slowly creeks to a close before I'm even turned around. I'd never admit what I saw and heard that very moment, not to my wife... but if I'm being honest with myself... What was said to me at the top of that tower didn't come from Marcie.

Softly in my ear, was a whisper... "Death.... soon."








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Until next time blog reading peeps. <3
~~ Cate