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Share this page with a friend Click file, then send. A Nightmare by M Jennifer Carrols was a young mother of 19 and was utterly busy. She had quit college when she married Jimmy Carrols, and was now completing her college education online. Jennifer was slicing carrots for her stew. Her knife went chop, chop, chop, and her throat went hum, hum, and hum. Her 7 month old daughter sat cooing in her high chair. The sun had not shown all day, and cloudy billows hovered in the sky. Abruptly, the phone rang. Jennifer treaded over to the telephone, and picked it up. She cradled it on her shoulder. “Hello,” she said. The man spoke quietly, “Your husband,” he paused, “he shot himself." Jennifer’s legs went weak as she swallowed a lump in her throat. “Jimmy, killed himself?" she asked weakly. “But he has-had no problems, I mean, I didn’t think he did,” she added. There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. It was a ghostly soundlessness, without static. Jennifer put down the telephone laboriously, and then sat down in the comfortable chair in the living room. Jennifer could not be sure what had happened. She was wondering if this was all a joke. She wanted to call Jimmy’s cell phone and see if he would answer. Jennifer was too afraid that he would not answer, although she knew that Jimmy was dead. The feeling came to her that she really should call him, just in case he was alive. Jennifer walked to the telephone, with tears in her eyes. Dialing Jimmy’s mobile phone number, she knew it was just as useless to call his number, as it was to call 555-1234. Hearing the rings, she imagined who and what was listening. Nevertheless, it seemed as though the cell phone had been picked up. It was Jimmy’s voice! “Hi, Jenny,” Jennifer heard. “Jimmy darling! I thought you were dead!” Jennifer exclaimed, and burst into more tears. “It’s okay, I’ll be coming to the house late tonight, so just go to bed without me,” Jimmy replied, seeming untouched. “Okay, Jimmy, please make sure you’re okay though,” Jennifer murmured through her sniffles. “I never felt better,” Jimmy replied, with glee in his voice. “Bye, see you later.” Jennifer placed the receiver down, took a bite of carrot, and scooped baby Kirsten up out of her high chair. Jennifer sat in the big comfortable chair, hugging Kirsten, and fell asleep. By the time Jennifer woke up it was 6:00, the time Jimmy usually left work. Jennifer let Kirsten play with her baby doll, and then stirred the stew. Jennifer walked into the bathroom and brushed her hair, since it was mussed and covered with tears. Wearily, Jennifer ate her stew and then crawled into bed. She closed her eyes and was zapped into dreamland. Jennifer woke up at about midnight, and looked over at Jimmy’s side of the bed. There he was. “Hi Jimmy,” Jennifer whispered, and went to hug him. When she got to his side of the bed, she discovered that she was sleeping with a corpse! There was a glazed look to Jimmy’s eyes, his chest did not rise and fall, and there was a deathly silence around the room. Jennifer leaped out of her bed and ran into the kitchen. She went to the refrigerator and guzzled down some wine. “You shouldn’t do that!” Jennifer’s brain thought, but she did it anyway. Jennifer closed the refrigerator before she drank too much. A scream came from Kirsten’s room. The baby was crying. Jennifer sat against the wall, thinking about what had happened. There was a dead body in her bed, but Jimmy had said he was alive; he was alive, what could have happened? Kirsten let out a blood-chilling scream. It was unlike Kirsten, a quiet baby, to scream like that. Jennifer ran into the room and looked into the crib. Kirsten lie there, dead! Jennifer checked her pulse, and there was none. Blood oozed out of her chest where a knife seemed to have entered. A chill ran down Jennifer’s spine, and her neck felt prickly. In the air, Jennifer could sense evil. She ran to the phone and dialed 911. “My husband killed himself, and then came alive, and now he’s dead in my bed and my baby looks murdered. I know no one else was in the house, or I think," Jennifer explained. The operator sighed and said that
the police would be coming. Jennifer went out onto the porch while
waiting for the police to come. Her life was falling apart. Now,
what was she, a widow with no children at the age of 19? The police
finally arrived. |
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