Short Stories

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Do you like scary stories, like those children tell around a campfire? Not me! I think it is better to sing “Kumbaya,” and “Michael Rode the Boat Ashore” while toasting marshmallows!
If you do like the tales which send chills up your spine, maybe a time I remember will create at least a few goose bumps. I was a young wife and mother back in the early 1970’s. My husband worked the night shift (“graveyard shift” applies here). We lived in a middle class neighborhood section in a large city. Our home was a two story house with a basement, 2 bedrooms upstairs and 1 downstairs, used as a guest room. I feel like “Joe Friday;” this is the city…
In the middle of the night I am home alone, with our two small children in the room across the hall. Suddenly I hear a loud noise. Nobody likes unexplained noises in the night! I hear several more loud noises coming from downstairs! Is some one trying to break in?
I reach for the phone next to my bed and call my husband, who tells me to call the police. By now, I am scared stiff! When I contact the police they instruct me to let them in when they arrive. So, I watch for them from my bedroom window, overlooking the street. When I see their car, I rush down the stairs to unlock the front door. Two officers enter with guns drawn; they suspect some one may be in the basement. I show them the way, through our living room, dinning room and kitchen. They search the basement and find nothing, but advise me the windows need to be better secured.
There I stand a young wife and mother, in the kitchen with 2 police officers. The mystery is solved; our refrigerator starts making horrible noises! It bit the dust and I was so embarrassed!
The next time you hear noises that go bump in the night, grab a flashlight and face your fears!

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