5/11/2015

I Won't Possess Your Heart

Story Sent in by David:

I had spoken to Linda over a dating site for a couple of weeks. We had a great first date and I took her out to dinner for our second date. Over our meals, we somehow made it onto the topic of ghosts.

She said, "My childhood home was haunted. The attic."

"Really?" I asked, instantly curious.

She explained that there were all kinds of weird pictures on the walls of the attic and etchings in a language she didn't understand. She said, "My parents always painted over it but it always came back through. I was afraid I'd be possessed or something, but luckily we moved out before we–"

She stopped short and her eyes went really wide. She trembled and I asked her what was wrong.

She said, "Oh, God! They're finally here! They've got me! Unnngh!"

She lurched up from the table and ran for the door and out as if she truly was possessed.

On instinct I followed her but stopped in the doorway, as I didn't want the waitstaff to think I was ditching the tab. Last I saw of Linda was her careening down the sidewalk with her arms actually flailing above her head. I returned to the table, finished eating, paid for our dinners, and left.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, that girl wanted out of that date really bad! For some reason, I just can't get this image out of my head....

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