The Cannibalistic Ghost

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My name is Jason Prescott and my story starts on an ordinary day, doing ordinary things. Isn’t that how these stories always start?

My wife Lacy and I decided to spend our Saturday afternoon checking out local antique stores.  Lacy found a beautiful table.  It was large, made of sold oak, and exquisite looking.  The price tag said the table was marked down to ten dollars; however, it was easily worth a hundred times that amount.

That probably should have been a clue that something was wrong.  In our excitement, we didn’t even think about that and bought the table on the spot.

We put the table in our dinning room and went to bed.  I kept hearing strange noises throughout the night.  It sounded like wind sweeping through tree leaves.  I checked all the windows to make sure they were closed and then I went back to bed.

In the morning, I went into the dinning room and found our new table was covered in a red sticky substance.  I asked my wife about it and she was just as flabbergasted as I was.

We cleaned the table and took the dirty rags to the laundry room.  When we returned our table was once again covered in red sticky stuff and a man was standing next to it.

This was no ordinary man.  I could see right through him, so I figured he had to be a ghost.  His eyes were evil and when he opened his mouth, blood came pouring out of it.

We both screamed and rushed out of the house.

I went to the antique store and asked the owner about the table.  At first she tried to ignore me and kept saying she didn’t accept returns.  Finally, I got in her face and yelled, “What are you not telling me!”

She looked down in shame and said the table belonged to Frank Stein.  Frank was a serial killer that used to cook his victims and serve them to his unsuspecting friends on that table.  He was executed just a few weeks ago.

I was sickened by the very thought of what Frank had done.  I started trembling with fear.  My wife was home alone with the ghost of a cannibal.

I jumped in my car and flew home.  I was speeding out of control and ran every stop sign along the way.  I had to get back as soon as possible.

Part of me was thinking, “This is crazy.  There is no such thing as ghosts.  What could a ghost do anyway?”  I also know what I saw in my dinning room.  I know Frank Stein is in my house and just as evil now as he was when he was alive.

I entered the house and called out to my wife several times, but she didn’t answer.  I approached the dinning room door, I was filled with so much fear my body reacted by vomiting on the floor.  My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to faint.

I slowly raised my hand and opened the door.  There was my wife dead on the table and Frank Stein was standing over her with a fork and a knife.  Frank looked at me with an evil grin. His eyes blazed red and blood was dripping from his mouth.

I screamed and started running toward the front door.  It felt like my legs were made of rubber.  I could feel Frank’s breath on the back of my neck and it smelled rotten.  Somehow, I made it out the door and collapsed in the yard.

Frank stood at the window and started laughing.

I went to the garage and grabbed several cans of gasoline.  I poured the gas all around the house and set it on fire.  It may seem drastic, but I wanted to destroy Frank and everything he touched in the house.

The fire department and the police arrived on the scene.  I was questioned extensively, of course no one believed my story.

I was convicted of murdering my wife and sentenced to spend the remainder of my life in the Shelly Psychiatric Center for the Criminally Insane.

My only comfort is knowing I severed Frank Stein’s tie to this world and he can never harm another person.

Honesty of Children

I was at the doctor’s office.  There was a woman with her young son sitting across from me in the waiting room.  The poor little fellow was not happy and he made sure everyone knew about his distress.  That got me thinking.

As adults, we often hide our pain and our true emotions.  We say we are fine, even if we are in great distress.  We are often afraid to ask for help, because we might appear to be week or needy.  We will suffer in silence, instead of asking for help.

However when children are hurting, physically or emotionally, they will seek out help.  Children will immediately look for the people that love them and express their discomfort.  Children are honest about their feelings and I admire them for that.

 

Exotic Pet Fair

Yesterday, we went to the Exotic Pet Fair in Huntsville, Alabama.  We saw all sorts of animals: pigs, birds, hamsters, genie pigs, monkeys, lizards, rabbits, squirrels, frogs, and snakes.

I know it sounds strange to most people, but I have no fear of snakes.  I kept asking the venders to let me hold the snakes, so I could get a close up view of them.  They are actually kind of cool.

Off Roading with Mom

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I decided to go off roading this week and my mom was riding in the Jeep with me.  We went down an old dirt road that was full of large holes.

I was just about to compliment my mom for not getting nervous and for handling the situation so well.  However, at that moment we hit a large hole in the road and the Jeep tilted right a good bit.  My mom immediately cried out, “I think I’m going to have a heart attack!”

I started laughing and told her I was just about to say how good you were doing on this trip.  Oh well, maybe next time.

 

Fearing the Worst

Last week, was a bit of an emotional roller coster for me.  It all started Friday morning, my mom was struggling to breath.  She was sitting in a chair and literally gasping for air.

I drove Mom to the ER and I was terrified that she might not make it.  I didn’t know what was wrong with her, but I knew she was in trouble.

We walked into the hospital and she was immediately taken to a room.  A team of nurses came in the room and started working.  They were asking questions, getting an IV started, hooking up an EKG machine, checking her blood pressure, and monitoring her oxygen levels.  Also, blood tests and an x-ray of her chest were performed in rapid succession.

The doctor came into the room and said Mom had fluid in her lungs, which caused her COPD to be exacerbated.  Mom was admitted to the hospital and given antibiotics, oxygen, steroids, diuretics, blood thinners, and a nebulizer.

The treatment regimen was successful and Mom’s breathing started to improve.  She is scheduled to come home today.  We are all excited to have her back, especially her little dog named Norton.