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"A Ghostly Family Portrait"

The new house finally. Middled of winter spring cleaning. Hate it all.

The time came where the attic was to be cleaned and rearranged. I walked up the first flight of stairs with a lethargic step; I loathed having to do winter cleaning. I soon reached the small space in the ceiling that I seethingly glared upon.

There was the little string with the large lug nut dangling from the large hatch leading to the attic. I pulled it down, and the hinges screamed their dismay from the lack oil.

I reached up and pulled down the metal stairs. I ascended the steps with grumble upon my lips. I finally reached the top and stepped inside of the dusty, dank abyss. I coughed from inhaling the long, over-needed-to-be cleaned off dust that was caked on all of the possessions that were up here.

I sighed and started to search through boxes to start getting rid of junk. The first box that I encountered happened to be one full of pictures.

When we first moved in a few months ago, in September, it took us a while to get everything so I told my husband to put the rest of the boxes that still needed to be sorted through up in the attic until it was time to go through them. Unfortunately, that day was now. Dang it!!

I pulled out picture that I had in my life seen before. That was then that I noticed I was on the wrong side of the attic. The side that I was on had the possessions of the other family that would be coming back next Summer to collect the rest of their belongings.

I studied the photo; it was an old photograph--black and white. There was an elder couple, three children, a girl and two boys, and a younger couple that had huge smiles on their faces.

I looked over the faces of the children and smiled contented. I've always wanted children, but Jons never did. I'm still working on his fear of changing the diaper.

When I looked at the young girls face, the look of pure abhorrent hatred was etched on her features in a uncharacteristic scowl. Seeing a glare, if you can call it that, on a little girl's face, which was supposed to hold a look of pure innocence and laughter, was one of detestment and harbored malicious intent. That look alone on a young girl's face made my insides shrink and crawl.

I shivered with unease. And against all better judgment, I continued to hold the picture and found that I was studying the face a little closer. A gasp of horror left my throat when the little girl's face began to look strangely like Jons, but in a feminine way. They had the same characteristics. Cold chills were coursing through my spine when I looked even closer at the child. She did not look to be more than seven years old, and yet her face held such hatred--cruelty even...

I squinted my eyes, there was something in her hand; it was hidden, but I could still see it. I got up and grabbed a small plant stand and an old lamp, which with some insane amount of luck still worked. With the lamp plugged in and turned on, I studied the old photo closer under the aid of the light. My hand flew to my mouth to hide horrified gasp that still excaped me. In the hand of the girl there was a hatchet, small but I could see it clearly. Horror struck me when I looked too closely and found that there was a fourth child in the background who was wearing bloody clothes. Her face was have decayed and seemed to be bleeding.

Fear was thoroughly instilled in my heart. The realization of the face struck me hard. This little girl was my husband. The face, the fact that years ago a hatchet is what took his little sisters life, but now I know that he had killed her nad not a random person. My breath caught in my throat and I was shaking uncontrollably. I stared at the picture in absolute terror.

A soft laughs comes from behind me. And I whip my head around and a sigh of relief escapes me. Jons is standing there in the entrance of the attic.

"Hey, honey I tho--" My sentenvce died in my throat as I noticed a hatchet in his hand.

His arm lifted and a scream emitted from my soul....

NEW QUIZ AND CELEBRITY LOOK-A-LIKE!

Ok if you are paying any attention to this post at all then you will be just fine. If not then you are miss everything and will be a loser.
Now, on my other blog (which is the original) you will find a Quiz and a Celebrity Look-A-Like collage. If you are wondering how the heck I am doing this then I suggest that you go to my myspace, BUT I have to add you as my friend, because I have my profile set on private. So, if you're wondering then you can sample what is on my myspace profile by putting these on there.
Oh if you get most of the answers wrong on the quiz about me, then you are obviously not really observant about me. Plus the quiz will tell you whether you are a genious or a loser. But check out the celebrities that I look like.
This is the Princess.
~*The Princess*~

HAPPY B-DAY ERIKA!!!

Hey Erika! This is another birthday thing that I know that you are going ot be so annoyed at that it will make you throw your comuter out of the window and watch it crash to the ground below. I was never good at birthday wishes so I guess you'll have to forgive me for sucking at this. Oh well, at least I got to say what I needed to say.
Love ya. ^-^

<<~~=Subliminal Messaging=~~>>

Even though I am what some people might call "Psychotic" I would like to ensure you that there is nothing wrong with a little mental insanity when it is needed. I mean come on, the people labeled as "Psychotic" (as myself have been labeled), don't get the respect that we need. Seriously, we are just creative people who are taking a mental vacation. We don't always think about the flying bird men who are going to take over the world. THEY'RE REAL!! tHeY aRe PlAnNiNg To KiLl Us AlL!!!! Sorry. Anyway we need to be respected as the out cast mental patients as we are. And not be shunned by the stigmas of society. WHAT OUT FOR THE BIRD MEN!! tHEY WILL KILL US ALL!!! We are human as well as individuals. THEY ARE BENT ON WORLD DOMINATION!! We believe that God has a plan for all of us. KILL THE BIRD MEN!! We never know when he is going to use us for the good of his word. DEATH TO ALL BIRD MEN!! Thank you for understanding and helping us mentally vacationing. We hope you support us in our struggles. STOP THE BIRD MEN!!! Thank you again for your support. BIRD MEN!!
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Mrs. Beichner I was extremely bored and needed something to do other than my story and I've been addicted to blogging. I think you might need to see a shrink after reading this one. Sorry if I have caused any sort emotional and or mental damage. More so I think I need to see a shrink after this one as well. Again I am very sorry about this god forsaken post. Don't know why I just did this at all. Maybe it's because it's quarter til 11:00 at night right now and I really need to get to bed before the buzz in my head turns into a 20 minute "til you literally pass out" ring inside of my head. Ta ta ^-^
Peace out.

Small preview of "Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera"

“Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera”

The crunching leaves reverberated under her feet as she walked briskly down the sidewalk. The whisper of tree tops bristling in a slight breeze cut through the thickness of silence that engulfed the night ambiance, greeted her ears. A dog, as she passed a persons’ yard, would aid in the disruption of the deafening silence. Her breath came in short puffs and could be seen due to the cold. A cold so profound that it made a lifeless cadaver shiver in its grave in an effort to keep warm; the thought of a body chilling in the grave sent a cold shiver sound her spine causing her to become even more frigid.
“Why does it have to be so damn cold?” She spat as she wrapped her hands around herself and hissed as a cold breeze bit at her already frozen cheeks. Kijana never loved Winter, even as a child her mother always had a hard time trying to force her to go outside and have fun.
The sound of Gospel Christmas songs played in the background as Shainizhya stood at the sink washing the dishes after a large family Christmas dinner. She looked over to Kijana, who was staring out the window with a pout on her face.
“Mama, why do the snow gotta come ev’ry Christmas? It ain’t got no purpose here, and it cold, too.” She whined out in slight disdain. Shainizhya let forth a full, hearty laugh and shook her head at her daughter’s hatred for a little bit of frozen water.
“Kija, why do you not go outside and make a snowman?” Her mother’s sweet, soft voice asked in a cheery tone, ignoring her question.
“I don’t wanna go out theres. It cold! My legs may be fixin’ to fall off the second I goes out there” she exclaimed in that whinny, tone. She’d do and say just about anything to try to get out from going outside in that Hell of all weather and seasons.
Her mother sighed; set down the plate that she finished rinsing and walked over to her daughter, wiping her hands dry on her apron. Kijana craned her neck as she stared into her mother’s green eyes that danced with amusement.
“Beby, ya know ya need to be there for ya brotha. What if he run into the road and get hit? How would you feel?” She said with love in her voice. Kijana nodded her head ashamed with herself that she would rather ditch her little brother, Tyge, and stay inside rather than be out there in the cold snow with him.
“Plus, him look kind of bored out there playin’ all by his lonesome self..” Her mother gestured with her head out the window and Kijana followed her gaze. There was Tyge, sitting in the snow and laughing about absolutely nothing. Even though his complexion was a darker shade of mocha, there was a hint of pink in his cheeks caused by the biting cold and gleeful imagination of a five year old boy. Kijana turned her face back towards her mother and agreed to go out with him.
“Ok, mama. I’ll go out and play wit’ him” she said dutifully. Shainizhya smiled and laughed.
“That my girl. You make me so proud and happy.” Kissing her daughter’s head she hugged her and let her go to put her snow clothes on. Once Kijana was bundled up, her mother sent her outside to her little brother. She stepped outside and her mother shut the door behind her. It was a dry cold—a bitter cold; she didn’t like the feel of it at all. It was wrong.
Kijana began to call for her little brother. But she could not seem to find him.
“Tyge! Come on out and let’s make a snowman!” She shouted as she bent over and began to form a ball in the snow for the base of the snowman. An instant later a snow ball hit her in her back side with a tremendous force.
“OW! Tyge! That really hurt!” An obnoxious laughter followed her exclaim from behind a bush near the yard. Tyge taunted her and she screamed in mock rage as she chased after him. They were soon throwing snow balls at each other; dodging and laughing as they continued the playful assault on one another. Kijana ducks behind a bush and Tyge hides behind the family car in the drive way next to the bush she is hiding in.
“You can’t win” She yells from the bush. Her laughter dies down as she hears no reply. She peaks out from behind the bush to see where and what Tyge was doing. She called out him, she receives a “psst” from a different location form the car. She walks around to find Tyge near the road, but thinks nothing of it as she scoops another snow ball into her hands and throws it at Tyge. He lets out a high pitched, childish scream and runs in the opposite direction.
Shainizhya is in the house drying off her most favorite serving plate when the sound of screeching tires and a low “THUD”, Kijana’s scream for her greets her ears. Her head snaps up and a blood curdling scream escapes her throat and she drops the plate, which shatters everywhere, and runs outside to Tyge.
Kijana watches as her brother’s body is flown high in the air then smacks the hood of the car that had hit him, before sliding off of the hood and landing in a heap in front of the car. She stared in shock as she slowly walked near him, but not to him. He wasn’t moving. Kijana heard a distant scream unimaginable pain, before feeling a rush of air go past her, and then seeing the dark blur bolt over to Tyge.
“Mama” was all she could manage before her mother broke out in a fit of horrific sobs of loss, grief, and pain; lifting Tyge’s head to her breast cradled him. She kept kissing his face and shaking him when he did not respond to her calls to “wake up”.
“Tyge! Please beby, please get up! Mama’s here now, please stop pretending? P-p-pleeaseee!!” She sobbed furiously as she continued to shake him to get him to wake up.
“No! Don’t leave me beby! I need you Tyge! P-please Tygeria, don’t go-o-o-ooo! Aahhh!!!” Shainizhya clutched onto Tyge’s lifeless body and her sobs became more frantic and loud. All the while Kijana was in a state of comatose as she watched her mother try so hard to brink her little boy back… even though both of them knew that that was not going to happen.
The person in the car stepped out and staggered over, he mumbled something that was incoherent to Kijana’s ears, but what he said made her mother become stock still and a feral look came about her eyes. She set Tyge’s body down softly and stood up and faced the paled faced, staggering man.
“You call my Tygeria a dog? How dare you?! You know you drunk! And you come and hit my beby! He dead ‘cause of you! You lucky I don’t disembowel you where you stand! You disgustin’ pig..” Shainizhya said the last part with such malice in her voice Kijana thought she would wet herself due to fright. She looked over to her little brother and walked up to him and kneeled next to him. She stared at his face and was shocked to see him like this. His forehead had been split open along with his cheek, which had a gouge in it; his nose was skinned and his lips were split down the middle. But the thing that was most unsettling the way that his body was in an unnatural position. His legs were bent in, making it look like he was sitting Indian style. His right arm was hanging, but not bloodily; it was bent in the shape of a “V” and had scratches all along the limp limb; the bone sticking just against the skin from the inside. His bodies whole position was unnatural and it looked like a possum that was rammed by a Mac truck.
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This is just a snippet of the original story, nothing more. This is it until the actual is completed. Ta ta ^-^.

What if...?

What would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?
That would be so kickin' awesome if animals could talk! I would go up to my grandma's cat Bociphius (I don't even that that is how you spell it.) I would ask him, "Hey Bociphius? Why are you so big, I mean you have enough food and yet you keep eating? Are you depressed? I have never heard of a depressed cat at all." He would probably tell me to shut up and or scratch my face. Oh well. Plus i think some of the Hollywood animals would be so annoyed with their owners. Kind of like Paris Hilton. If I could get close enough to her dog long to ask a question and get answer, the answer would be something like this, "Please get me out of this little bag. She hasn't cleaned this bag for a week and I can't feel my legs. I hate it when she takes me out and starts to kiss my nose, blegh! Her breath smells so bad because her blood type is beer and wine. It makes me want scratch her eyes out and parade them around on my neck as a trophy." Yeah, that is kind of out of nowhere, but oh well.

What would happen if it really did rain cats and dogs?
Well that would be something now wouldn't it? I mean if it was actually raining cats and dogs I would be laughing my butt off trying to separate reality from fantasy. I really do not know what I would do if it was actually raining cats and dogs. That is a good question.

What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you cannot do now?
If I was invisible and could turn invisible any time that I wanted to it would be on my terms and my terms alone. Some of the things that I would do if I was invisible that I could not do before would actually sneak into Vin Diesel's house. That is all, I swear... But also sneak into my ex-friend's house and scare the living hell out of him. Muahahahahaaa...

What would happen if everyone wore the same clothes?
I would be the only one that was not wearing the same clothes as everyone else. Even if it was the law, I still would not do it. But an answer to the question at hand. It would be sort of nice, because then those girls that wear shirts that show every inch of cleavage that they got--that problem goes away. Plus those other girls that wear absolutely as less as they can, but they are stuffing themselves into clothes that are twenty sizes too small for them, and then everything is hanging out everywhere. Eewe!--yeah, that problem goes away as well...

What if you could walk up walls and across ceilings?
That would be so freakin' sweet! I would like be a weird creepy vampire from one of those cheap oldies Vampire rip off movie. yeah I would be so cool...

What would happen if you loved your neighbour as yourself? What if everyone did?
There would be less animosity in the world. But you know what that one rule is... You can't have love without hate.... But don't we wish is would it would be different.

What would happen if you grew taller than trees? How would this change your life?
Well it would be really hard trying to find clothes that fit you when you're that tall. Plus, I would NOT be able to do things that I could normally do. I wouldn't like it all.

What would happen if children ruled the world?
The end of the World. Hell on Earth... The end of reality! This would cause the fabric of reality to rip and our universe to be sucked into a dark vortex! Is this bad...

What if everyone lived under water? Where would people live? What games would children play? What would school be like?
If everyone lived under water there would be no obesity, and everyone would be stronger than other land creatures. This is because people would have to swim in treacherous currents and be adapted to the dangerous, and perilous conditions of the sea. NO ONE would be obese. They would be trim and muscular. Plus people would be wearing what belly dancers wear or less... awkward...

What would happen if you found gold in your backyard?
I would be richer than any of the philanthropists in existance. And then it depends on how much gold I find. If they are over fifty bricks of gold. Muahahahahaahahahahhaaaaa!!!

What if cows gave root beer instead of milk?
Dude! Like if cows gave Root Beer instead of Milk. Oh m-- :starts to cry and thanks god that such a question showed up on your blog,: I would be in such an advanced state in heaven. I would never leave the dairy farm--excuse me, Soda Farm. Moo!!

What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?
Laugh...

What would you do if Your friend had a broken leg? How would you cheer him up?
I would feel really, bad. Then I would go and break my own leg so that she/he would feel better. And then we can make jokes on how we would break each other's legs.

What would you do if you were in the middle of the lake and your boat began to leak?
I would start to cry. And or take off my shirt and use it as a plug to stop the leak. Then I would probable start screaming like a five year old school girl who has just had a large ginormous spider, named Larry, in her hair.

What would you do if a friend borrows things from you but never returns them?
I would go medieval on their @$$.. <= That technically is not swearing....

What would you do if a bully bothered you on your way home?
1.) Ask him to leave me alone.
2.) If he is a stupid moron and doesn't understand the word "Stop", than I will start to yell at him.
3.) There is no three, he would be on the ground crying like a sissy, mama's boy. (NO offense to anyone who always wants their mama.)

What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?
I would probably cry and then start to think of ways to physically communicate with people what I need and want.

What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?
Ask my mom, or maybe put the ice cream cone on lay-away.

What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?
Be like, "Yo man! Do ya mind?! I was here first! And plus I'm having a good day for you to just come and get in front of me! So if you don't get back there where you belong you will from on be be under the belief that you are circus monkey named BoBo, who's only soul purpose in life is to make me laugh every time you fall in your own crap when you trip while doing one of your monkey dances!" (Wow really scary)

What would you do if your jelly sandwich fell upside down on the floor?
At least the dust bunnies are fed regularly...

What would you do if two of your best friends went to the movies without inviting you?
I would stalk them and then put little signs on their cars saying that I had died and will haunt them forever, because I would not be dead if they had invited me to go with them...

What would you do if the surprise party was for you but you weren't surprised?
Well it would really suck for the people who threw the surprise party for me in the first place. I would actually be really scared and probably hit someone by accident.

What would you do if you got a present you didn't like?
That happens alot, I'm used to it. But in the end those presents still have their uses. What I do is keep thinking about my step dad in a blue and pink, glittery tutu dancing to "It's a small world after all". That image keeps the surprise affect on my face. (It really does work.)

What would you do if you dropped the cookie jar and it broke?
Blame it on the evil invisible gremlins. They always make my life a living heck.

What would you do if someone said you did something wrong and you didn't?
Well what I would do is re-do the thing again to show them how wrong they were and then rub it in their face. But i'm not that mean to rub it in someone's face. Or am I?...

What would you do if your new shoes felt fine in the store but now they are hurting?
Comfort over fashion. Period.

What would you do if someone told you a joke that you don't think is funny?
Not even pretend to laugh. I would most likely say, "What?"

What would you do if you found a magic wand?
OH YES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! I'm so happy right now! (Turns and mother "What would I do if I found a magic wand?" Her reply, "I shudder to think..." I can't really blame her...) I would most likely be bent world domination with ALL of my friends at my side as I take over the cosmos. And let us not forget the ever sexy Vin Diesel as my husband. What a glorious day that will be. MUAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Yes I had way too much sugar, plus I'm really tired. A strong emphasis on the words "really tired".

What would you say if someone told you it was all right to steal from a large department store?
"Haha! You're on crack..." and or "You're a re-re." and or "You must have come from the shallow end of the gene pool."

What would you do if you saw a friend cheating--report it, confront the friend, nothing--and why?
I would probably go to them and talk to them about it, but then I think God and bad Karma will eventually catch up to him/her.
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Please note that this is at 10:00 pm and I'm very tired from the previous night when Erika spent the night to go to church with me and hear me sing today in church. We were so hyper last night it was so funny though. Ta ta ^-^