The Haunting

Hello everyone,

Wrote a piece for my @wmoviegrapevine Instagram account this morning, which inspired this piece.


I put the car in park, turning the wheels to the right so that the car wouldn’t roll down the steep driveway behind me. I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck, preparing myself for the gust of wind that would greet me once I opened the door. The door opened, but the wind never came.

I had to step out of the car only thirty yards away to open the gate. The wind was strong enough to shut the car door behind me. As I looked back at the gate, I could see it swinging, pulling and pushing against the chain. All around me, leaves were being ripped off branches and were sailing overhead. Yet as I took a closer look I saw that the leaves never blew past me. All around me, they seemed to hit a certain point, and then turn back.

The leaves were forming an orb around the house, striking against an invisible wall before they continued travelling around the perimeter. For about twenty yards in every direction, this house was truly separated from the rest of the world.

The house itself was dwarfed by the land around it: Three floors of decaying wood. The old pictures showed smooth, chestnut wood. Now the planks were all chipped, seemingly hanging on by a thread in many places. The wood looked silver under the moonlight, but that was their only beauty. There were two windows facing me, both boarded shut. That was a relief, there were too many times when a trip like this began with a set of eyes watching me.

I kept the car unlocked and made my way to the front porch. I gingerly put my foot on the first step leading to the porch, feeling the wood flex under my weight. The wind still managed to drown out most of the noise. My right foot came down on the second step, while I rested my hand on the railing.

As my bare skin touched the dry, aged wood, I could feel what awaited me inside. I could feel the entity’s anger, but there was much more. This wasn’t a malevolent one. It was scared, lonely. The emotions were more pungent than anything else I’ve experienced. They seemed to rise off the wood like steam. Enveloping me, suffocating me.

The Doctor

The pain cut through my neck, travelling down my right shoulder before it mercifully ended at my elbow,

A single muscle was the cause of all my problems,

I could feel the corrupted strand snaking through my body, poisoning everything around it,

It was the reason I struggled to open a door, to lift a cup, to sleep on my right side,


I spent hours tossing and turning,

Finding a good position before pain would shoot through my arm and wake me again,

My eyes were open but I knew I was tired,

I knew I wasn’t alert and that my mind could play tricks on me,

That’s why I didn’t move when I saw a dull white light making its way towards me,

It wasn’t moonlight filtering in through the blinds,

It seemed to come out of nowhere, emerging from the wall and making its way towards my bed,


I knew my exhausted mind was being deceived,

Maybe moonlight was reflecting off another surface and creating the illusion,

It kept moving closer, and I kept watching,

Waiting for the light to go away,

As the light came within a few feet of my bed I realized it wasn’t light,

White pants, white shirt, white surgical mask,


I suddenly wasn’t groggy anymore,

I raised myself up on my left hand, and the illusion didn’t go away,

The figure was coming towards me, and there was a needle in its left hand,

My left hand went to its stomach, but only hit air,

The figure stopped and began walking back to the wall,

It still faced me,

It was too dark to make out its eyes, but I knew I was still under its gaze,

My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest,

My mouth felt like sandpaper, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t yell,

The figure kept retreating, and as he kept backing up he vanished into the wall,


I nearly fell as I made my way for the light switch,

With the room bathed in light, there was no sign of anyone else,

I went to the wall, running my hand all over it,

I didn’t know what I was looking for,

An answer, but I had no idea what type of answer I wanted,


I sat on my bed, with the light on,

I don’t know when I fell asleep,

After staring at the wall, I awoke to my alarm,


I couldn’t focus on what happened last night,

There were more important things ahead of me,

As I reached for my bathroom door,

I realized I did so with my right hand,

My right hand was no longer hurting,