Hello my spooky friends. I have a guest submission story for you today. And trust me, it brought shivers to this little piggy. The story comes from our great friend Angie Deptula. Please be sure to let her know what you think. We send off many thanks for this submission ❤
Ring Around the Rosie
Ada Langan looked and thought nothing special or peculiar about the oval leather mirror. Old and worn, the aged leather, despite a gash on the right corner, looked decent. She walked away from the bedroom, appreciating the secondhand mirror that came with her new place. The apartment couldn’t have been more perfect: spacious, high ceilings, and such charm on top of Capitol Hill. For the price, she would have been insane to pass on the amazing deal. It was unheard of for a thousand-square-feet place to cost only eight hundred dollars! She not only had a bedroom, but now an office where she could study for her MCAT, and a splendid bathroom with a porcelain claw foot tub.
Inside the office, she unpacked her textbooks, stacking them onto her bookshelf. Silence suppressed her cheery vibe and she yearned for music. She walked into the living room, switched on the light and approached her iPod station on a vintage chest. She pushed the ON button and closed her eyes, smiled to Etta James’ voice.
Ada took two steps into the office and froze, bewildered. Etta’s voice stopped in mid-singing, as the familiar nursery rhyme “Ring Around the Rosie” played in full blast. She heard a little girl’s laughter, little footsteps creaked on the hardwood floor.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
She scanned the room and grabbed her wooden umbrella. Tiptoeing, she inched forward, balancing her stride and holding her breath, then thought she was being silly. A little girl could do no harm and she had no reason to be afraid. She dropped her precarious stance and walked into the living room, still grasping the umbrella. Her presence stopped the child’s song, but next to the iPod her incense glowed and the room was redolent with citrus. Certain she did not light the incense, she suspected the child intruder. But no one stood among her in the living room, which connected to the open kitchen. Her little intruder couldn’t have gone anywhere else but out the front door. If the little girl had come towards the bedroom or office she would have seen her.
Ada rested the umbrella against the wall and opened the front door, the door that she didn’t lock and scolded herself for not doing so. The long dim hallway stood empty. Halloween decorations adorned her neighbors’ doors, reminding her of Hallow Eve’s Day. Kids were out trick-or-treating, reveling in their sweet treats. Despite so, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was an easy victim of a Halloween prank by a neighbor’s disobedient child. She remembered seeing three kids on her floor, and one of them being a little girl. Would that same little girl come in here and dare do such thing? But how could the girl have turned on the music that didn’t exist on her playlist?
Closing the door, she turned the lock and made a mental note of it for next time. She had a habit of forgetting such little but important details. Several steps toward the office, she acknowledged her wrong assumption. She listened to the light footsteps coming from inside the bedroom. A little girl’s chuckle taunted her and meddled with her patience. She had enough. Whoever’s child this was needed to be reprimanded by the mother for trespassing.
Her rushed footsteps entered the bedroom where she expected to find the little girl. But no sight of her. Ada eyed the portal to her clothes. She remembered hiding inside closets as a little girl.
“I know you’re in there.”
She reached for the door. No little girl hid behind the hanging clothes. Pushing the door back, her throat tightened and body tensed when she felt her shirt tugged from behind. Finding courage, she turned around but saw no one. Then the bedroom door slammed shut and she jolted, the scare wreaking havoc on her heart.
“Ring Around the Rosie” emanated from the living room and the tone of the child singer turned malicious. Ada felt a chill that felt like death and it magnetized the hairs on her goosebumps. A heavy force set upon her lanky body and stopped her in her tracks as she ran for the door. The light in the room morphed into a fiery glow, playing tricks on her eyes. The oval mirror whispered her name, inviting her over. Compelled to look into the mirror, she sauntered towards it and gazed into her own brown eyes. Paralyzed, she couldn’t scream or tear away from her own grinning image. She knew not one muscle fiber of her face helped her wear that ominous smirk. She ached to break free, run away and hide from her mirror image.
The music slowed in the background, the repetitive lyrics flowed out as though each word meant to linger. The invisible girl taunted her prey with maddening chuckles from behind and waited…
In the mirror Ada’s eyes darkened like black buttons and her complexion mottled. Her ears tuned in to the child’s malevolent voice.
Ring around the Rosie
Ada’s neck and face developed red rings, rosy bumps.
Pocket full of Posies
The citrus aroma dissipated and replaced with a foul, rotting smell.
Ada’s lung burned and she wheezed. Her eyes dilated as though they were going to pop. Her flesh felt volcanic and the rotten air suffocated her.
We all Fall Down
Ada collapsed on the floor, a loud thud. A little blond girl manifested with empty eyes and smiled down on her as she fell into darkness.
10/04/2016 at 1:24 am
You want a deserted, creepy place, look no further, my friend:
10/04/2016 at 8:35 am
Yes, one creepy place!
10/04/2016 at 10:02 am
And the music with which it came made it even scarier … I wonder, since this island officially was emptied with the inhabitants having the time to pack their things, how children’s toys and tableware were left behind, still. Very eery, and I have already thought out a horror story with some demonic force being awakened by the under sea mining … I must have listened to too much of that dreadful music!
10/04/2016 at 11:54 am
Oh my! That is insanely scary – shivers and runs under my toddler bed. XOXO – Bacon
10/04/2016 at 12:24 pm
It truly is – though it is NOT said to be haunted.
10/04/2016 at 1:36 am
and I found a video that fits with that video you have there
10/04/2016 at 2:03 am
Love it!! Spoke Away!!
10/04/2016 at 11:54 am
Thanks my spooky friend. XOXO – Bacon
10/04/2016 at 2:37 am
Ada is in my head and I can’t sleep. . .
This is good 👀.
10/04/2016 at 11:56 am
Awesome!! Score for the little piggy on this one. XOXO – Bacon
10/04/2016 at 4:11 am
gosh that was a spooky one…..hehehehe,xx Speedy
10/04/2016 at 11:56 am
YES! Score for the little piggy – right? XOXO – Bacon
10/04/2016 at 6:36 am
aaaaah that is scary!!!! no wonder that this place was such a bargain…. brother I tell ya it would be the end of world for the mama if a ghost or any evil creature would sit in her clothes closet hahahahaha Thanks for a great story, think we brush our hair and teeth tonight without looking in the mirror…
10/04/2016 at 11:34 am
Creepy…it gave us the shivers… Spooky Pawkisses for a not so scary day 🙂 ❤
10/04/2016 at 12:21 pm
aaww thanks my sweet friend! XOXO – Bacon
10/04/2016 at 2:52 pm
Ring Around the Rosie is right up there in the creep factor as well as some nursery rhymes/stories growing up.
10/04/2016 at 3:06 pm
Yes we agree 100% here at the Hotel Thompson. Shivers to mergatroid! XOXO – Bacon
10/05/2016 at 2:04 am
Creepy all the way! And the music only makes it more so! I should stay clear of reading your posts late at night. *shivers*
10/05/2016 at 9:29 am
Snorts with piggy laughter. Every day this month my sweet friend I’m bringing you 31 Days of Spook. If you need me, call me. XOXO – Bacon
10/06/2016 at 7:12 pm
A good one for around the fire while roasting marshmellows!
10/07/2016 at 9:16 am
Yes indeed it would be, shivers. XOXO – Bacon