Top Hat

It had been an extremely long, and tiring day. I knew the only thing that could finally bring this day to an end would be sleep. As I opened my bedroom door and saw that my bed was in sight, I instantly filled with joy. Without waiting the time to change into more comfortable clothes, I entered my bed. Loosening my tie, relieving the tension from today’s torments. Exhaustion, complete and utter exhaustion is what I felt. My eyes began to close, my body began to shut down, and I felt myself drifting comfortably into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, I awoke to darkness. My eyes were opened, all my senses were fully alert, except for one. I could not move a single muscle of my body. Every inch of my being was completely paralyzed. My thoughts instantly went dark, I knew I was alone and without help. How could I get out of this state I thought to myself. Then, out of the darkness, I heard a noise.

A screeching and bone-chilling sound had filled my room. I exerted every bit of energy I had in an attempt to lift my head and view what was going on. Struggling, shaking, trembling, sweating, I did it. I wish I would not have. As my head lifted my eyes saw what was lurking in the dark, making this retched sound.

I believe it was the devil, an image of pure evil. An entity had found its way into my home. I was able to make out the image of a top hat. Yea, um a top hat and glowing yellow eyes. The rest of this creature was pure darkness. I fought with all my might to escape, every feeble attempt I made failed. As this entity of darkness watched my struggles in amusement, he began to move closer, and closer, and closer.

The being was now on top of me and there was nothing I could do but breathe. Our eyes met, and our breathing became one. With each breathe we took, my soul would exit my body more and more. I felt the creature breathing in my soul slowly with each fighting breathe I took. The creature wanted me, it wanted to become me. It did exactly that.

With our final combined breathe, I was gone. I saw my soul entering this entity as he exited into the darkness. I could move again, but I wasn’t myself. All I could feel is the presence of evil throughout my entire being. As I rushed to the mirror to take a look at what I thought would be myself, I was staring at a black hole. I was now darkness, the same darkness that had taken my own soul. Would I have to begin committing this act now? This vile and inhumane act. I hoped to myself that I would not, as I stared into a mirror showing only the darkness of a black hole in its reflection.

Scary Poem I Found

Cries

As a child, I played in the forest nearby,
One evening I heard, a little girl cry,
It was obvious she was lost,
In the middle of winters frost.

I ran out in a frantic search,
Bells rang in our local church,
Ran faster, followed the cries,
My fear for her, began to rise.

Cries turned into a continuous weep,
I never felt emotions so deep.
Looked up, dropped to my knees,
A dying crow, I saw in the trees.

 

By: Anita

Reading Review

I enjoyed both of the readings for this week. I believe that they were able to help capture this idea of being confused or maybe unknown at times. “Cooling the house” was interesting to me because it reminded me of the activity I completed in class, giving a clock emotions and dialogue. The air conditioner was feeling some of the same ways my clock was feeling. It was relatable, and an interesting take on an air conditioners thoughts and feelings. I also liked “the first day” because it was able to paint a clear image in my mind. I believe this came from how descriptive certain areas of the text were. For such a young kid, it’s kind of hard to believe that he could capture all the descriptions.

Why I Hate Hospitals

Most people have a simple answer when asked why they don’t like hospitals. It’s usually something like, I hate needles or there’s too many sick people. Well for me it’s not the needles, or the sick people, it’s one experience that put this hate in me. This hate that will never disappear, no matter how much free ice cream or food those damn nurses try to give me.

Everything began normally, like any other older person who lives in today’s world. We have medical advancements so why not take advantage of them. You see I found out I had a bad knee. This ones done good by me for about seventy years, and I guess it’s time has come to be replaced. Now days you can do that type of thing, well I did do that thing.

I arrived at the hospital the day of my knee replacement surgery and was welcomed by a wonderfully polite staff. The doctor even came in as the nurses were preparing me and told me how many times he’d done this procedure. He even gave me a promise that I’d be completely fine and that my wife would be waiting for me after the procedure had finished.

I took his word, and before I knew it I was counting down from 100 letting the anesthesia enter my body. I think I only got to about 97 or so. I woke up to a room with a very bright light on the left side. I was still very dazed by the sedating anesthesia and I didn’t really know what was going on.

I started to hear voices in my head. They said “He’s not going to make it” or “He’s a goner, hope he had a good life”. I was really beginning to panic. I took the doctors word, I thought. He lied to me, I was going to die and everyone was saying so. I realized why that bright light was there. It was my path to heaven that I now had to take before I was even ready. I gathered all my strength, stood up, and walked towards the light.

I opened up what seemed to be a sheet hanging from the ceiling to find half the nursing staff standing there laughing at me. A poor naked old man who could barely walk, thinking he was going to heaven. These damn hospital people never told me I’d be in a shared room. Or that there holding someone who might be dying right next to me! I thought these assholes were talking about me! You see this is why I hate hospitals. I saw my life go right before my eyes, then boom slam right back into my soul. I guess it wasn’t my time, but if it was up to people who work at the hospital I might have never found that out.

The True Story By: Larry Lomax

           I woke up this morning to the sound of innocent people screaming out there rights. My cans I had been collecting for months were stolen from me in my sleep. This was my only way of actually making money I didn’t have to beg for. I hated begging, it made me feel worthless but I had no home, no money, no family, and needed help sometimes. The police were circling in on everyone who was yelling. I knew what happened to that poor kid Freddy, but I knew I couldn’t change anything.

          

          I knew I had on the only shirt I owned, I found it out back of this restaurant on Pratt Street a while back. I wanted to get out of this area as soon as I could. I might be homeless but I’m not stupid. I know the police already hate black people, and here I am with a shirt saying “Fuck the Police”. Something was going to happen if I didn’t go, I just knew it.

             

          I began walking away when a new line of officers approached, I guess the rioters were moving in the direction of me trying to flee. As I tried to turn around one officer flipped me off and cursed at me with all his built up racial tension. I tried my best to keep moving but he would not stop. I lost it, I did my best to be calm but I lost it! Ever since my car accident, my temper was never really controllable.

            

          As I turned around screaming with furry I realized the officer had disappeared. I wanted to leave but now it was too late. I had caught the attention of another officer. This one seemed angrier than the first one. Yelling and cursing at me set my temper off yet again, so I yelled back. The crowd didn’t seem to notice at first, they had been seeing this type of thing for days now.

            

          Then the officer took it way too far. He pulled out the biggest bottle of pepper spray I had ever seen and unloaded on me. I don’t know how I can even still see. This drove the other rioters insane! All because of one angry officer; I end up getting sprayed. I wasn’t even mad at this one, well not until he yelled at me. Police need to learn a lesson, and I hope the one who actually caused this event comes forward in court. Justice will be served.