Encounters from Beyond. (A short story)

This is inspired by stories from two awesome people, Saly and Pooja .
(click on their names to visit their sites)

From the moment I opened my eyes
I could feel that day was different
Special because it was perfectly normal
The sun shone bright but not hot
And a cool rosy breeze fanned all through the house
My morning routine passed without a hitch
I read, exercised and rewarded myself with unhealthy snacks

The late afternoon would find me at my favourite diner
With two of my favourite friends
And that’s when this gay auspicious day
Took on a sinister flavour

It began with a selfie
Us three, enjoying our gluttonous meal
And as I admired that high definition image
for the upteenth time,
I noticed a face in the background
Pale, gray and forlorn
A girl who used to work there
Before she died, three months ago!

I tried to show my friends
But they said it was someone passing by
blurred in the background
And so, uneasily, I shrugged it off

The evening brought us to our favourite pier
Throwing pebbles in the lake
Gazing at the full moon reflected on the water
Reminiscing upon the star strewn ripples on the surface

I felt something cold pass through me
and wondered for there was no breeze
I looked around and then I saw them
Dressed in plush exquisite 80s’ attire
A spectral couple, hand in hand, gliding to the land
Remnants from dock revelries long ago

I blinked and there they still were
Walking and disappearing through the brush
Afraid to ruin our merriment, I kept it to myself

I woke in the middle of the night
Beneath my sheets was a furnace
Above them, a glacial chill
The temperature all awry
Something felt wrong
As flashes of my sightings played through my mind

The tap in the bath gushed water on its own
Footsteps coming from within
I fidgeted to dial for help
but the bathroom door began to creek
And I flung the blanket over me
Pretending to be asleep

Something dragged against the floor
Slowly scraping its way towards my bed
I wanted to scream but fear froze me
Then silence!
Deep and engulfing
My heart sprinting a marathon

After what felt like hours, I peeked above the blanket
And my heart skipped a beat!
A spectre stood at the foot of my bed
Watching me
Translucent and dossile
Just watching

It looked me in the eye
And then began to fade
A ghost of a leer left behind

Most times I forget
But somewhere within my mind
Memory lingers


Just because you don’t see something, it doesn’t mean it does not exist.

Jackie from calmwildness encouraged me to write a short story. It was really fun.
I hope you all enjoy this one.

Cheers again to Pooja of lifesfinewhine and
Saly from theresaly520 for sharing the stories that inspired me to write this.

45 Comments Add yours

  1. mariamichaela says:

    Halloween came early. I enjoyed this very much!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. judeitakali says:

      Thank you so much Michaela. I’m glad you didπŸŒΌπŸ’›

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Jules says:

    I’ve had a few odd instances. But I am wont to not want to attract negative forces. So I repeat mantras that state only kindness be allowed to share my space. Though that mantra doesn’t seem to worn well for nightmares. Which most often I can relate to news or some other occurrence that I didn’t give full attention to during waking hours.

    A very good write. I enjoyed it – even if it brought some shivers up my spine πŸ˜‰

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    1. judeitakali says:

      Thank you so much Jules. I too try to ward away the negative energies but maybe the more fear we get, the more we attract them

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      1. Jules says:

        …remember to put the garlic out to keep the Vampires away…

        All kidding aside – the energy of our thoughts I do believe has quite a bit to do with out we perceive things. The human mind is unique tool that too often the individual doesn’t know how to operate.

        After all it really doesn’t come with an instruction booklet. And all the coding (DNA/RNA) we are born with doesn’t always allow us to make the choices we believe to be independent. Take the flight and fight reflexes. I think some of that can be related to how we encounter anything we don’t know or understand.

        “(the) Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself”: Franklin D. Roosevelt’s First Inaugural Address USA possibly around 1932).

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      2. judeitakali says:

        Astutely put.
        P.s I’ll keep the wolfsbane out tooπŸ˜‰

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      3. Jules says:

        I’ve read that putting a pot of Marjoram herb by your door is a good ward too… The lemon flavoring is good to add to your cooking too! πŸ˜‰

        “According to Greek myth, Aphrodite said that the smell of marjoram was the smell of impending good luck. Greeks also believed that if it was growing on a grave, it was a sign that the departed soul had found happiness. Throughout the middle ages it was worn by bridal couples to signify love, honor, and happiness.”

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  3. justcalmwildness says:

    I looooooove this. It is chilling and hauntingly beautiful even though now I can’t stop to think about ghosts and the fact that you concluded that just because we don’t see something doesn’t meant it’s not there. I can’t stop thinking about this. Great work. Only great writers are able to awaken feelings.

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    1. judeitakali says:

      I’m so glad you like this Jackie. Maybe you can think of casper-like ghosts, the friendly ones.😊
      Thank you so much, this is really an encouraging remark πŸ’•

      Liked by 1 person

  4. vaniheart says:

    Goosebumps πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜±
    I liked itπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰

    Liked by 1 person

    1. judeitakali says:

      That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Thank you 😊🌼

      Like

  5. clcouch123 says:

    Captivating, haunting, extremely well-crafted, if I may say. I felt I was on a surreal journey with the narrator.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. judeitakali says:

      Thank you so much. It means alot from you.

      Liked by 1 person

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