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Online Course - Days 17 to 24
Online Course – Days 17 to 24
6 – 15 July 2014
On my side of the world, the new module gets released on a Tuesday noon thus there was nothing to do except for the forums. But the forums are really not something that I can comfortably do.
On Tuesday morning, the 8th, I received a news that required me to spend a few days on the road. Then the weekend came along with two events. I could have done Unit 4 while on the road but…
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First Halloween
It was their first Halloween in their new house. The family of three, fresh from the southern coast of Florida, had decorated their home for their annual Halloween bash. Leyla, the outgoing teenage daughter, had invited several of her new school friends. It was drawing close to the guests’ arrival. It grew dark in the upstate New York town, eerily leaving shadows in the house. Leyla sat in the dining room, working on the last of her homework before the house was flooded with bodies. She had no background nose, until she heard the slam of an upstairs bedroom door. She stared up at the ceiling. No one was home, her parents having quickly run to the store to pick up a last minute ingredient for dinner.
“It’s probably just the wind,” she thought and continued scratching trigonometry answers into the lined sheet of paper.
A few minutes later, a second slam came. She jumped up and sighed, stalking up the stairs to the end of the long, dark hall where her room stood alone. She tried to open her door, but it wouldn’t give. Frustrated, she slammed her hip into it. She’d tried to ignore the creaking noises she’d heard since they moved in. But today, on Halloween, she couldn’t take it. If it was one of her friends trying to be funny, she was going to strangle them with her bare hands. A second later, a groan came from inside.
“Mom? Dad? This isn’t funny!” she snapped and shoved herself into the wooden door yet again. The stubborn door just wouldn’t give.
The shattering slam of her window sash shook her to the core, but she wouldn’t give up. She was as stubborn as the door.
“Is that you, Alex? It’s really not funny,” she said, her voice a bit weaker than before. There was nothing for a few moments, just the sound of her door creaking as she tried all her might to open it. Then, as she almost gave up, the door opened easily and gave way to a scene she never wanted to see again. The same reason Leyla had had to move. The man in the mask, shadowed by the blood-stained windows, stared back at her.
She screamed and ran. The man chased her down the hall, which seemed to grow longer as she tried to escape. She tried on her pant leg, always a bit too long for her short legs and he seized her, grabbing her by the knees and dragging her back down the lonely corridor. Screams can still be heard on Halloween night, if you listen carefully enough. You’ll hear the screams of a teenage girl, growing fainter and then, the SLAM of a door that never opened again.
