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About Me

About Me 

Kia ora, my name is Zaria, I am 12 years old and I am turning 13 in June. I am a year 8 student at Pt England School. And this year I’m in room 4, Team 5 and my teacher is Mrs Stone. My favourite colours are baby blue and emerald green. My favourite drink has to be Lavender Tea because it is calming and it helps me relax when I am stressed about things. I love dogs, especially Pomeranian!

My favourite type of food has to be pizza. I like to do art in my free time. And when I have free time I love to watch Anime. I have two sisters and I am the youngest in my family, but sadly I don’t have any brothers. I have 5 people in my family altogether. I don’t enjoy sports much, but I don’t mind watching volleyball sometimes. Thanks for visiting my blog, and please leave a comment.

The Doppelganger

Susan and Teddy had been married for over Sixteen years. She knew Teddy was unhappy with their marriage. But she held onto hope that they could work out their differences.

Teddy had told Susan on Friday Night that he wanted to go to the all day Flea Market. If she wanted to go they would have to leave before the Sun was up. This all day Flea Market was a two-hour drive, opening at 8am and closing at 6pm. He let her know that he was going to be there all day long. Susan and her youngest Bobby 10 chose to stay home; her older Children Steve 12 and Betsy 14 chose to go. They knew this flea market had lots of cool toys and video games for less than half of what was offered in stores or on-line.

Teddy and the older children left. They all said their goodbyes and left through the Garage. In only a few minutes the Electricity went out. The house was pitch black. Even though Susan was a grown woman she was afraid of the dark. She had been this way since she was a little girl. Her older brother had tortured her with scary Ghost Stories about being alone in an old abandoned House.

Susan could swear she heard her bedroom door open. In walked her Husband he gave a sweet smile and nonchalantly walked to the Garage. Susan held her breath and thought, “This has to be a dream, that’s it I’m not really awake.” But she heard Bobby scream, he said. “Mom, Dad already left, how could he be here again?”

Susan hadn’t noticed Bobby come into the Living Room; she assumed he was still asleep since it was so early. She tried not to sound hysterical. She assured Bobby, “Daddy must have forgotten something and came back.” Bobby disagreed, “No Mom I saw Daddy’s truck pull out and it didn’t come back. If Daddy had come back I would have heard the garage door open.”

Susan’s heart sank, how could this be. Susan grabbed her old antique heavy metal flashlight and told Bobby, “I’ll look around in the Garage, there has to be a rational explanation.” Bobby grabbed the other less heavy flashlight and said, “I’m going with you, I don’t want to be by myself.”

They walked into the Garage it was dark and musty. Susan had pestered Teddy to clean out the old storage boxes and get rid of all the junk they no longer wanted. But Teddy always had an excuse, “I have to work, I’ve got a Boys Night out planned, I’m just too tired. She knew she should have done it herself, but she had a back injury from an Automobile accident and was hesitant to put too much strain on it.
She and Bobby carefully made their way around the two-half car garage. Except for a couple of Spider-Webs they found nothing. They thought they heard faint whistling but Susan told herself and Bobby it was the wind.

Susan said, “Nothing here, we just have overactive imaginations.” Bobby shook his head, “No Mom I saw Dad, how can that be?” Susan said, “Well let’s go into the Living Room. If we can’t figure out anything better, then you and I will drive to the Flea Market and spend the day with your Dad, Brother and Sister.”

Bobby nodded his head in agreement. They went back into the Living Room. The small faint light of Sunrise made a sprinkling of light into this room. Susan sighed a breath of relief, “Well at least we can open up the Curtains and Shades and the house won’t look so gloomy. As she sat about doing this she heard the whistling that she attributed to the wind, only is was getting louder. She looked toward the Dining Room. The Evil Doppelganger of Teddy once again made his appearance. He said, “Hi Honey I’m home.” Susan was frozen in place. This couldn’t be happening this had to be some sick joke. Bobby too was frozen but he was able to blurt out. “You aren’t my Dad, my Dad left!”

The Doppelganger smiled, “Oh Bobby maybe not but I will be. You’ll learn to love me. I already love Your Mom, You and Steve and Betsy. Susan had gained control of herself; she grabbed Bobby’s hand and made a dash for the front door. But it would not open, the door wasn’t locked but she could not force it open.

The Doppelganger laughed, “Susan do you think it’s that easy to get away from me? I told you I love you and we will be together forever.” Susan screamed, “Not if I kill myself, than I’ll be dead and you can’t have me.” An evil smile came over the Doppelganger’s face. “But if you hurt yourself I’ll kill your Children, and I’ll make sure they go to Hell not Heaven. Do you want to risk their souls?”

Susan felt defeated. Her shoulders dropped. She asked, “But what will happen to Teddy? He’s not just going to give up. He’ll fight for the kids and me.” Once again the evil smile crossed his lips he said, “That’s the beauty of this. Teddy will forget all about you. He will find Happiness with another.”
The Doppelganger grabbed Susan’s right hand so hard she felt like it was going to break. He said, “We have a visit to make, come with me.” Susan fought against him; she didn’t want to leave Bobby by himself. He turned to Bobby and said, “You wait right here and be a good little boy. Your Mom and I will be right back.”


Bobby tried to lunge at the Doppelganger but the next he knew he was sitting on the couch. The Doppelganger warned, “Now you wouldn’t want me to hurt your sweet Mom would you?”
The Doppelganger and Susan left by the front door. She heard the locks closing. She tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. The Doppelganger whispered into her ear. “Now you wouldn’t want me to hurt sweet Bobby would you?”

They crossed the road and went to the House three doors down. Susan asked, “Why are we at Victoria’s House?” The Doppelganger put his finger to his mouth. He motioned for her to stand behind him. “Oh this is going to be so much fun.” He rang the doorbell and the beautiful Victoria answered. She licked her luscious lips and said, “Teddy I thought you said you were going to be gone all day, what a delicious surprise.”

The Doppelganger pulled Susan into view and Vicky’s Eyes became hard. Susan could feel the hate coming from them. She swore she could feel arrows darting out of them at her. The Doppelganger said, “Oh Vicky Susan and I have fallen in love all over again, we are going to renew our vows before God and Everyone.” Susan gave a small shake to her head; she hoped Vicky would pick up on her desperation. But Vicky’s hate was too strong. She slammed the door hard in their faces.

The Doppelganger pulled Susan back to her house. Even though the doors were locked the Doppelganger opened them with little ease. He said, “Now we will just wait till good old Hubby gets back.

At this point they were standing in the middle of the Living Room. A thought was crossing Susan’s mind. In her Safe in her Bedroom was a talisman. It had been handed down from her Mother, her Grandmother, Her Grandmother’s Mother, for over 200 years. It was supposed to ward off evil. But Vicky had put this away thinking it was just a fanciful story handed down by crazy Women.

She looked at Bobby and then at the key holder hoping he would pick up on what she silently communicated. He did, he gave a slight nod to acknowledge he understood.

Susan had to distract the Doppelganger. She said, “Since we’re going to be married we surely will have to dance at the Wedding, want to practise?” The Doppelganger laughed, “Susan you know you can’t dance.” Susan shyly smiled, “But you could teach me.” This got to his vanity; he grabbed her, not too hard.


They started dancing, in the air, Susan laughed, “Oh how fun, I’ve never felt so light on my feet.”
Bobby got into the Bedroom and found the safe. He opened it with the key and pulled out its contents. There was an old letter that looked at least a Hundred years old. It said ‘Use the Talisman as protection against Evil.’

Bobby snuck back into the Living Room and slipped the Talisman into his Mother’s hand. She grasped it and shoved it against what would be the Doppelganger’s heart. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor. Susan fell with him. She was hurt, but she fought against the pain. She held the Talisman hard to his chest. She tried to calm herself. She told Bobby, “Go in My closet and get that old ratty sheet you and your Brother and Sister hate because it smells so bad.”

Bobby did as instructed, touching this smelly old Sheet made him gag. But he got it and brought it to his Mom. Susan ripped the sheet into shreds with just her left hand. She slowly enveloped the Doppelganger in this. It was almost like she was turning him into a Mummy or even a Spider wrapping up its victim for later consumption.

When she completed the task she heard the Garage Door opening. She wondered if Teddy and the kids had called an early day to their trip.

The Kids were talking excitedly about their many treasures they had acquired. Susan looked at the clock realising it was already 6:30 in the evening. She must have lost track of time.

When Teddy saw Susan, she looked like she had gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. He said, “What the Hell is going on around here?” Susan told him of the Horrors and Trauma she and Bobby had suffered.
Teddy gave her a disgusted look. Susan said, “Here let me show you.’ She slowly and carefully unwrapped the Mummy-like creature she had captured, except there was nothing there.

Teddy hit the roof. “Susan I know you are crazy but now you’re dragging our Son into this!” I am packing and the kids and I are leaving this Looney Bin”

Susan said calmly, “Maybe you could move in with Vicky.” Teddy stopped dead in his tracks; his eyes widened, he stuttered, “Vicky? But, how?”……….

Waitangi Day

Waitangi Day is celebrated every year on the 6 February. It was on this date in 1840 that the first signatures, both British and Māori, were put on the Treaty of Waitangi (Te Tiriti o Waitangi).


Following this, the Treaty was taken around New Zealand to be signed by other Māori iwi (tribes) and hapū (sub-tribes) and by September 1840 more than 500 signatures were obtained.


What is the Treaty of Waitangi?

The Treaty is a broad agreement of principles on which to found a new nation state and build a government.

In the English version of the Treaty;

  • Māori cede the sovereignty of New Zealand to Britain;
  • Māori give the Crown an exclusive right to buy lands they wish to sell, and, in return, are guaranteed full rights of ownership of their lands, forests, fisheries and other possessions;
  • and Māori are given the rights and privileges of British subjects.


The Māori version was meant to have the same meaning, however the translation of key words was not correct and there were differences between the understanding of those signing and those negotiating. These differences have led to much debate.

The Treaty of Waitangi takes its name from the place it was first signed – Waitangi, in the Bay of Islands.


Things to do on Waitangi Day

Although Waitangi Day is a public holiday, it wasn’t until 2014 that it was ‘Mondayised’; if it falls on a Saturday or Sunday the following Monday is treated as a public holiday.


There are any number of ways people choose to spend Waitangi Day. Some like to attend an organised event, watch the proceedings from Waitangi on TV, while others just enjoy the day off by relaxing at home, having a BBQ with family and friends, or go to the beach or the marae.

The Shadow

It was the morning of October 30th, The day before Halloween. I have just woken up from the light shining in through the blinds and the smell of bacon and eggs across the dorm room hall. I looked at the clock and it was 7 A.M. My eyes lit up at the fact I was up so early. I finally got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen to make coffee with some breakfast. One good thing about living in Tennessee is the views in the morning of the Smoky mountains as the sunrise is coming up around the mountains with the sound of the cars and trolleys outside and the birds chirping.


As I get my coffee and breakfast I open my sliding glass door and sit outside. My phone goes off. It was from Jake. He asked, “ Hey you wanna go to a Haunted House Tomorrow at 7 with Ivory, Ben, Jess, and me.” I glanced at it with a big sigh. I know I have so much work to catch up on and Professor Lewis has me doing so much make-up work but I thought to myself “ It’s almost halloween it’ll only be an hour.” I texted Jake back saying I would go. I knew I was gonna regret that, I hate haunted houses. I hate being scared but that’s probably just the nervousness kicking in. I mean, what’s the worst thing that could happen? The idea starts to become a reality and the characters actually become killers. That’s impossible Right?


It turned 12 and I decided to go on a run with my other friend Becca. When I picked her up we decided to go get some smoothies and the new shop down the street. As we walked down the street the smell of the rain that had just passed by with the scents of all these restaurants with Tennessee’s known barbecue and the smell of the flowers and leaves blooming gracefully in the air made us happy at the fact we could call this beautiful state home. As me and Becca walk around the corner to the Shop we see a huge line waiting outside the door. We both looked at each other and decided it was best if we went on a run before so the line wasn’t as big, if we came back a couple hours later. We agreed to go on a hike trail that leads to the view of the Smoky Mountains because since Becca is new to Tennessee I thought she would fall more in love if she saw the mountains that create Tennessee.


A couple hours later after we ran up hills, hikes, and trails we were parched. Thank god there was no line to wait in. We walked in and ordered this smoothie that had Orange Juice, Blackberrys, strawberries and bananas in it. It was delicious. Becca got this Smoothie that had protein powder mixed with bananas and strawberries and she said that it was the best smoothie she has ever tasted. I guess everything tastes better in big cities.


After we were done with our drinks I dropped Becca off at her house and drove to my Dorm Room. The rules with living in a dorm room down here is you have a curfew so if your car isn’t in the parking garage you have to pay to park out of the facility. That’s why most people from my school take an Uber but I didn’t know I was gonna be out that late so I didn’t think much of it.


As I locked my door I thought I saw a person standing around the corner just looking at me. I looked back and didn’t see them, “ It’s just my eyes messing with me”, I thought to myself. Until I felt something touch me on my back. I turned around so fast and just yelled for help. It was a man whose face looked blurred out with a black suit on. I began to scream more but no one could hear me. It felt like I was screaming into a pillow. I was silent. I ran to the elevator with him chasing me in the corner of my eye. With every step I took it felt like the elevator was just getting further and further. As I pressed the button frantically looking all around me I couldn’t see him, I took a big deep breath and walked in. I knew something wasn’t right, it just didn’t feel like it was over. As the elevator closed I saw a hand reaching in, I knew it was him. He reached in and grabbed me.


I woke up in heat flashes with tears strolling down my face glad that it was just a dream. I couldn’t quite remember how I fell asleep. I think I passed out after dropping Becca off. I went to look outside to see if my car was actually in the garage or if my dream wasn’t really a dream. I walked through the parking garage and finally saw it there. I could feel the stress lift off my shoulders.


As I turned around BOO! Screamed Jake, Ben, Ivory, and Jess. My heart dropped and I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed. They all started laughing at me. I asked them what they were doing here and they looked at me like I was joking. “ The Haunted House”? Jake said. I told them “yeah but that’s at 7 this morning.” They looked at each other and laughed “ It’s 5 crystals”. I looked at my phone in astonishment at how late I woke up. I told them I had the craziest dream ever and I would tell them about it as I got ready.


An hour passed by and we were only 30 more minutes away from the Haunted House. I was so scared my stomach felt like there were little butterflies turning around and around in it. We kept telling scary stories in the car and scary stuff that has happened to us to make us more scared of the haunted house. Since this was only my second time going to the haunted house I was more scared than them because all the movies I have seen about Haunted Houses nothing ever goes right.


We finally arrived and it was weird how we were the only people there and it was almost open for more than 3 hours. I asked them if they had a good feeling about this because my gut told me something. They replied with “ Yes we’re just lucky we’re the only people here, people are probably just scared to come to a haunted house.” I went along with it because I felt like I was just being paranoid. We went up to the ticketbooth and got our tickets. The lady gives us a creepy smile and says enjoy. As we came up to the entrance there were 5 people. A Nun, A Witch, A Mummy, and A Person with a mask. They weren’t scary at all but they were intimidating because of how close they got in our face and how loud everything was.


It was finally time to go in. The Witch told me on my way “ Any Last Words Crystal ”. I thought, “ How does she know my name? I didn’t even tell her my name.” As we walked in all I could see was the flashing strobing lights with the sounds of chainsaws and clown laughs in the back. The formation of us walking in was me, Jack, and Ben in the front and in the back it was Ivory and Jess.


As we were walking in it was so hard to actually see where we were going. Imagine your eyes closed when you were little playing hide and seek counting down from 10. It kind of felt like that, the rush and adrenaline was the only thing racing through my body and mind walking closer and closer to each section.


As we went into clowntown that’s when everything changed. They showed us 5 doors to go in but they said we could only go in with one other person. So Ben, Jack, and Ivory went in the first door and me and Jess went in the second door. As we stepped one foot in the door I didn’t get a good feeling. I told Jess “ We should turn back around,” but she laughed and continued on. This door we walked into was very bright but only with strobe lights it was too fast for my eyes to focus so I just closed my eyes holding onto Jess’s hand continuing on.


A couple minutes passed by and all I heard was a big BOOM and a high pitched ringing sound that made me drop to my knees and cover my ears. I noticed that Jess wasn’t there anymore. I was holding onto what felt like something cold and fuzzy. I looked up still with the little bit of light wondering who it was and all I saw was a clown mask. I screamed “ Where’s my friend?”, “ This isn’t funny”. But there was no reply, he just laughed and said “ Gone.” I got my phone and held the flashlight around the room to find Jess.


“ There she is,” I said in relief. We both ran to each other, and ran towards the door we came in. As we tried to open the door it was locked. We were trapped. I could hear the screams of people in the haunted house not knowing whether it was my friend’s screams or not. Jess took her bobby pin out and tried to unlock it with the sharp point of it.


We heard a “Click” and saw the knob turn slowly. It was Jack. He was covered in blood, his eyes were open wide with his shirt cut in strands. He whispered to me with a shaky voice “ We need to get out of here and fast.” I looked at him and gave him the biggest hug not knowing if we would ever see eachother again. Me and Jess went out to look for an exit while Jack found the rest of the group. We tugged each other close and wrapped our arms around each other. We were careful of where to step and turn when we made our way through the haunted house. The silence itself was macabre as it was. As we walked we saw an exit, Jess and I decided it would be best if we didn’t leave eachother so I went with her. When we came to the door our hands were shaking with sweat dripping down our faces.


It was locked.


We became frantic and could see we were losing our minds while we were in here, which is what I would think was the plan all along as soon as we walked in. “ I knew this was a bad idea.” Jess became distressed and started to scream “Help, Help someone get me out of here.” I yelled at her to stop screaming or they would find us. “ I couldn’t blame her, she’s scared and I’m scared and we don’t know where our group is.”


A couple minutes passed by and here came Jake, Ben and Ivory running towards us saying “ There coming, There Coming.” He grabbed me and Jess and started running towards this blank area where nobody was. As we were running Jess stumbled on her shoe tie and when I looked up there’s a blank shadow standing behind her I screamed “ BEHIND YOU, JESS GET UP, GET UP.”


But it was too late . I saw how terrified she looked with tears rolling down her face as she got dragged out. “ I should’ve helped her, Jake, she was right there,” as I sobbed and screamed at him. I lost the feeling in my feet over how despairing it was to see my best friend get dragged out and not be able to say goodbye to her family.


We arrived at the blank area. We all slid down the wall out of breath copying what we had just seen. It was now Me, Jake, Ben, and Ivory left. We all talked about what our next move would be and where we would go. Jake decided it would be best if we ran through every part of the course hoping there would be an exit out at the end. We all thought and went through what each of us would be doing. Me and Ivory would be in the middle and Jake and Ben would be on the other two sides. We took a couple minutes to think and then we started our way. On our way down the hallway we tip-toed our way down so the shadow man didn’t see us. It was difficult especially when your legs are shaking and you can feel your heart coming up your throat. But we concentrated and worked together.


“ We made it through the first course,” I whispered to the group. We all had smiles on our faces. “ We might get out of here,” Ivory whispered. As we were approaching the second course something was wrong. It was quieter than usual. We stopped and thought if we should find another way to go through or not. We all agreed it would be best if we just ran this and got by it quicker. So we grabbed a sharp pole sticking out the wall and continued on. This town was weird; it was people with purge masks on and weapons. Me and Jake made a run for it and ran through the course. The screams and the cries of people made me so dizzy and sick. Ivory and Ben were behind us. I could tell there was something wrong with Ivory because I could see her getting slower and slower. So I decided to stay back with her and help her. I grabbed her hands and pulled her over my back and ran.


I put her down after I saw Jack and Ben. They told us that they don’t know where the end is and how we would do this.


All of a sudden, we saw him, the shadow man. My heart dropped down to my stomach as I saw him walking closer and closer to us. He grabbed Ivory by her head and pushed her against the wall. I came up behind him and hit him with the pole I had but he hit me with his shoulder and I fell and hit my head. Out of my blurry vision I saw Jack and Ben fighting him but it didn’t work. He shoved them off of him and took Ivory. They ran over to me trying to snap the unconsciousness out of me. I woke up a couple minutes later confused about why I was on the floor.


“ Have I forgotten everything? Can they hear me? They keep looking at me weird.” The thoughts overfilled my head.


They both helped me up as I shook my head trying to recap what had just happened. As I snapped back into reality I could hear them screaming “ We need to leave, We need to leave.” I picked up the pole and started to run with them. It was now me, Jake, and Ben left. We found a door that was open so we thought it was the best chance to go in there.


Suddenly we felt a fresh breeze flow in through the cracks, Jake turned his flashlight on and there it was the exit. We called 911 and hurried up and ran outside the door and the smell of the fresh breeze in the air with police sirens behind us. We ran towards the police cars with relief. We all gave each other a hug and began to cry because Ivory and Jess never made it out. It was sad to think that the well known have to continue our lives without them and have to tell their families what has happened to their daughter but I was glad we atleast made it out to freedom. As the police arrived they ran to us with a million questions. We told them our two friends had died there and there was this shadow man who killed them. They thought we were crazy until one of the sergeants yelled at them to call an ambulance and bring their handcuffs. It was Ivory and Jess. I knew they were dead from the looks on their faces, they carried them out with handcuffs and Jake held me back from punching them in their faces. I yelled “ You killed our friends for having fun, you deserve to rot in jail.” He looked at me and smirked.


Part III: Months after


It’s been a couple months since, and I thought it would be best if I moved. I don’t want to be in this town where my friends got killed. I texted Jake telling him I was moving away, he was sad and came over and he helped me pack. I told him he should come down to Texas with me but he wanted to stay because his parents lived in this town. I understood so I just told him how much I would miss him. We both hugged and continued packing.


A couple weeks later I was on a plane to Texas starting my new life. I looked down at the town I used to love and feel safe in but now I can’t look at it without hating it to shreds. When I got off the plane it was like a breath of a new start. It was hot and crowded, nothing like Tennessee. “ Maybe I made a mistake.” But I just need to get used to it, I mean it’s a new state with so many people. I whistled for a Taxi to take me to my new apartment I’ve been waiting to look at in person. As I stared out the window I could see all the cute little shops and schools I would soon be walking in. I felt happy and safe. “ I just really hope I can make some new friends in this town.” We arrived at my apartment and I was in love. I looked around at the space I would be walking in and around and its great walking distance to everything I would need.


When I walked in my room it was spacious with so many new things I could decorate inside and new walls I could paint. It was a step to starting over. But there was just one thing that I just couldn’t quite forget. Jake Facetimed me with a big smile on his face and he said “ How do you like the new city, Jess.” I replied with “good, I love it there’s so many new things and new foods to try. I just wish you could’ve been here to experience it with me.” He told me “He was happy that I was happy after months of being depressed.” We finally got off the phone but I still felt so guilty not telling them the truth and the truth was.


I heard a knock on the door, a newspaper was dropped off at my front door. It was of me, Jake, and Bend over what happened in Tennessee. When I turned it around there were big bold red letters on there saying “ I KNOW THE REAL YOU.” I freaked out and shut my door. “ How can they know, I’m the only one who knows what I did.” It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to get that far. I didn’t mean to kill them.

The Red Flame

My breathing stopped, and I was all alone, as though I was a crow’s wing drumming in my subconscious. My sense of calm faded. I was lonesome in my vivid state, unsure of what to do next.

As I close my eyes, I see an ice fortress in front of me, with a red candle gleaming from an abandoned dark window on the right side.


The walls of the empty room were glowing crimson red like blood flooded the air as if flames were slithering like snake tongues in the darkness. Moving in strange motions, it moved slowly and rigidly, as if arms were swimming on the walls.

Roses scented the room, but the type of rose that is usually associated with funerals. It smelled like embalming that is used on dead people, which is sweet, not bitter, therefore, it was peaceful, like a body resting in eternal torment or bliss.

Suddenly everything around the walls began blasting like a sheet of glass. Clucks, claps, and cries echoed as bodies of dead hares appeared on the walls. Their heads sat on spiky-glass-skinned demon shadow bodies. I was faced with a menacing smile of pure terror as they looked at me.

Whether they were called mastodons or goliaths, these giants were enormous and hideous. Under their head, there was a muddled formation of human infant faces weeping beneath the foreheads of rabbits. Each of these signs was horrifying to see. They had no hands, arms, legs, or feet like a person or an animal, but instead looked like surgical syringes; they hopped up and down on all fours like horses.

A room like this has never existed to me. I have never wished to dream another dream that would remind me of this. But I don’t know if I’m still alive, because I cannot wake back up into my normal existence. I can hear a mumbling voice screaming and crying in the solid dark, as the failed voice announces, “He’s dead!’

As I began to go into my own Heaven, I was in eternal sleep, the memories illuminating the graveyard’s doors with the sound of sighs, more wet than dry. The red in the sky was peaceful, as the vault of my chest opened, as I died into the halls of Paradise Lost.

There’s something real, honest-to-goodness about this place. It feels truly existing, as the mammoths approach. I can almost hear the crisp of the leaves withering in the winds. In the end, I’m sure, the doves will bring me home since I’m buried deep under a multitude of syringes…I am finally home in my ghost-haunted Dream, the one I will never leave…Now I am ready to inhale the final exhale.

It looks like the sky of red is no longer my body. If it is heaven, then I am now awake and not dreaming anymore. If it was hell, then I feel at peace now that I have been freed. I have been freed from my torments and all of the bunnies, souls that my past has haunted me with…Death was never the answer for me. Even with this newfound freedom of my past, I was haunted by it once more. I do not want to rest. Looking into the red sky, I will be haunted forever. Seeing everything…knowing everything…never having any sense of peace as I thought I did.

Attic in a new house

Having moved into a new house, Alex had heard from her friends that that house was haunted. Maybe that’s how her parents managed to get this house at such a cheap price. Alex shuddered at the thought.

After putting down her things and items in her new room, Alex decided to explore the house. She wanted to start from the top to the bottom which meant the attic was first. Alex switched on the lights to the attic and looked curiously around the room. The lights, which were way too dim, only gave out long shadows of the things around her and faint details.

Somehow the past family had left in such a hurry and had not bothered to pack their things. She wondered why but derailed the train of thought before her mind went wild.

And mysteriously, the only things in the room were dolls, dolls, and more dolls. It was chocked full of dolls! Other than that, there were figures draped in cloth. The dolls were not the friendly type like Barbie but were the ones that gave her the chills, such as the kinds whose eyes can close with just a swipe of a finger. Most of the dolls were missing body parts which makes it creepy. At least they are not alive! Alex thought.

Alex’s eyes then landed on the clothes draping over something. What is that? She thought. She pulled down one of the many clothes only to jump up in fear. It was an old, rusty, teddy bear animatronic that seemed to be gazing at her! Some of its fur had already disintegrated to show metal robot parts underneath it.

Pulling down other drapes, Alex realised that they contained other creepy and scary old animatronics too. The animatronics were also in the same condition as the teddy bear, some in even worse conditions.

Thinking that she already had enough fear for the day, Alex turned to leave when she was suddenly draped by inky darkness. Alex gasped before nervously laughing at herself for being so scared of the lights going out.

Suddenly Alex heard a metallic whirl before the sounds of hydraulics and the heavy thumping on the ground. Suddenly she was surrounded by children’s laughter, cold and hard. It engulfed her and the room, and it seemed as if it was trying to corner her. Her face beaded with sweat as her heart pounded.

Alex did not dare to turn her head to see what it was, she screamed and ran….

Straight into a wall.

Alex felt hot liquid run down her chin but she did not wipe it. This was it, she thought to herself as she spun around to see who was out to get her…Only to see…


There was nothing.

Her breathing became ragged as her eyes darted nervously around the room. She stared at the many dolls and they stared back with their glassy, lifeless, eyes.

Heaving a sigh of relief, she turned to find the door to exit.

Only to hear the sounds come on again.

A dark shadow came over her and Alex turned to face an animatronic taller than her coming at her with it’s hands outstretched, it’s claws coming to tear her apart.

She screamed with all her might.

Far away from the attic, hardly anything could be heard. Nobody would hear the screams of a young girl as she was ripped limb to limb mercilessly. In time to come, her corpse would be discovered, only recognisable by the hair that still clung to her blood red skull.


Hi viewer welcome back or welcome to my blog. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted Summer Learning Journey tasks – and the reason being I have actually was on holiday with my family this year – we went all the way to Fiji to visit some family and have some of our own family time because with covid-19 and school, we haven’t been as involved with our family’s as we would like to.

Out of my whole family, I have to be the one who had the most wonderful time with my amazing family. I was so happy to finally meet my beautiful niece and nephews, and I have made millions of memories with them. But deep down in my heart, I start to feel so miserable knowing that it was going to end and that I was going to have to go back home. Sometimes I wish that I could stay there forever.

My parents said that if I want, I can go back to see them again when I have a school holiday around the end of the year – and of course I said yes, and the reason because I don’t have a lot of family in New Zealand, so whenever I get the chance to go visit my family I take it. Also because it the only time I get to play with a baby or with younger kid, and this is because I don’t have younger siblings.

Also if your woudering why I was still posting writing, well, that is because I had wrote them before hand and then scheduled them to post on the days that I wanted. And if I could I would have done the Summer Learning Journey tasks before hand and then scheduled them to post, but the Summer Learning Journey tasks are posted daily so I wouldn’t have been able to do then before hand.

Also if you were woundering when I got back, I actually just got back yesterday!


Roger Paine had an exemplary knack to living up to his surname. He took great pleasure in going against anything and everything mankind stood for. If someone said the sky was exceptionally blue that day, Roger, just to aggravate the person, would blatantly state ‘too many dark clouds.

It was this attitude at life that caused the rich, and obnoxious Roger to finally embrace a fitting demise. His wealth was self-made. He took advantage of the superstitious, and the elderly who firmly believed in his ‘secret ways’ of staying young.

He would take a picture of a person, making sure they held a dated paper in front of them to help him prove his technique. He would then be gone for two days.

When he came back he would tell them that he needed to enter the ‘other dimension’ in order to carry out his work. He would then show that person the picture he took of them. They would look decidedly different.

They looked younger. That was when he explained that the effects of the other dimension could only be done there. The person seeking a renewed youth had to cross over with Roger. No one ever refused to go.

The sceptics would accuse him of fraud, although they had no way of proving it. The believers lined up with money in hand for their chance to go to and re-emerge from the other dimension, a much younger person. All this was done in the inner circles of the rich and stupid.

Once they were in his claws for any money they had no choice but to continue to wait for their ‘turn’ to become younger. All this was done with the caveat that no one could tell another person as to what he is doing.

The biggest reason… outside of ignorance on their part… No one ever went to the police because no one ever survived the trip to the cabin where he took his victims on the ruse that the dimensional wall existed in a remote area. He claimed to have found the rift while hunting.

When he realised what he had found, he immediately purchased the land and built a cabin around it. His preposterous story was well received by the poor fools looking for the fountain of youth. They found instead their final resting place.

The vanity of the rich prevented them from hiring people who would eventually find Roger’s secret prior to signing over almost every cent they owned. A good investigator would have discovered Roger’s brilliant scheme by quite simply following him to his loft where he did his trick photography.

A simple computer program is used to cut, splice, enhance, and add shades of colour to the photos he took of the victims. The whole process took all of one hour. To give the process seriousness he would remind the victims it would take the two days he mentioned at the beginning of their meetings.He carried out his plans like a war-time general does. Each step of the way is carefully laid out.

Roger Paine sat drinking a refreshing Manhattan Iced Tea when a middle-aged man approached and asked, “are you by any chance, Roger Paine? I’m looking for Roger Paine who says he can perform miracles.”

Roger laughed softly and looked up at the man standing in front of him. Before he answered the question, he took a quick, but accurate note of the man’s demeanour and dress.

He looked peaceful enough and his clothes were definitely not off the rack. “Yes. I’m Roger Paine. I don’t do miracles. There is no proof that miracles exist. If you’re that ignorant then we will not have any further conversations.” Roger was living up to his negative reputation.

“Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Wolff. I. M. Wolff of Wolff Industries. Perhaps you’ve heard of my company?”

Roger almost spilled his drink attempting to stand up and shake the hand of a very rich and important man. He caught himself and shook off the instant feeling of being overwhelmed by having I.M. Wolff talking to him.

His voice trembled as he tried to speak as if this man, Wolff, was just another Joe on the street. “I… I’m happy to meet you, sir. I am sorry for trying to brush you off.

I get tired of freeloaders hitting me up for special deals in my line of work.”

Wolff smiled and took a chair. “Mr. Paine, if you had acted any way other than how you just did, then I would have said I approached the wrong man.

Sir, you do have a reputation of being… shall we say… unfavourable to be around. So it was no surprise to me that you treated me the way you did. Let us forget the immediate past and concentrate on the very near future. What do you say to that?”

Even with such a prominent figure as Mr. I. M. Wolff, one of the richest, most powerful men in the country seated in front of him, Roger Paine would not let up from his uncouth character.

He sipped his drink and coldly stated, “Who would have thought that a big shot like you would come to a common man such as myself for help with your life?”

Unflustered by Roger’s attempt at being brash, I.M. Wolff said, “Please, sir, do not come to any conclusions until you hear what I have to say. You see, Mr. Paine… may I call you Roger? Good,” He took Roger’s quiet stare as a yes.

Actually, it was bewilderment in him that the man, Wolff, did not respond as expected. “Is there something wrong, Roger? You look peaked.”

It had been a long time since the evil-mouthed Roger was stuck for words. He made a mental note to mark this day on his calendar. “I’m sorry,” He lied. A thought of what I need to do later this evening crossed my mind as you were talking. Please continue.”

Wolff knew Roger was lying, but didn’t seem to care. He smiled knowingly and continued. “You see, Roger, I need your services for someone very near and important to me. He is getting on in age and strangely, he likes to roam around at night. He is the one who first heard of you. Evidently the denizens of the night know more about your work than the average Joe out here.

My man, Lobo, that’s his name, has a serious sleeping disorder. There are times when he prays for a good night’s sleep. We feel that your age reducing method may be the answer to his problem. He feels that the older he gets the more restless nights he has. Does any of this sound plausible to you?”

Roger was already counting in his mind the riches he’ll get off of this sucker. Wolff’s abrupt silence brought him back to the present. “Ah, plausible? Yes. As a matter of fact that is one of the determining factors in the need for the treatment,” he lied. “So many of my clients have complained about sleep deprivation that I have developed an easier process just for them.”

His lying was so convincing that he started to believe it himself.

“Good!” I.M. Wolff said, happily. Would the twenty-fourth of this month be too soon? That is only four days from now. I’m sure Lobo can make the time. Oh, one more thing…”

Roger paled. ‘Here it comes.’ He thought to himself. ‘The caveat, the catch. Go ahead, big man, take your shot.”

“I have two more questions for you. One being; is a million dollars, in cash, a proper amount? If not…”

“A million dollars will be fine.” Roger answered, trying not to sound giddy over that much cash.

“Your other question?

“Ah, yes. Would it be inconvenient if it were held at night. Say two hours after dark. Lobo is very conscientious about his appearance. He is extremely uncomfortable around people. That is another reason he roams at night. Fewer people are around. So… Do we have a deal?”

Roger was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that he was about to screw ol’ man Wolff. To make it sound more convincing, he directed the events for that night. “Tell your man Lobo, to meet me here, at this café at seven o’clock that night.

Bring the money and come alone. I will drive him to the cabin where we will change him for good. It takes about an hour to get there and another hour to set things up. Does this meet your approval?”

Wolff stared at Roger for a moment, which had him thinking Wolff changed his mind. He felt a shot of relief when the rich man answered him.

“Actually, Roger, the money is here, with me. You can have it right now if you want it.” He held out a manila envelope. “As far as you’re driving… no problem. Lobo never did learn to drive. I hope we have concluded our business. I have some arrangements to make for my dear friend Lobo after your treatment for him.”

For a fleeting moment Roger panicked. He forgot about making excuses as to why people don’t show up right away after their treatments. He put something together quickly in his head and decided to bluff his way for now.

“I am sorry, Mr. Wolff. I believe I forgot to tell you that sometimes a client has to enter the dimensional barrier for a little longer than most who have this work done to them. Are we still okay with the idea?”

Wolff remained silent for a moment as though mulling over what Roger said. Finally he spoke, “All I want is for Lobo to be happy. If he comes back in a day or a year, it doesn’t matter to me. I just owe him all that I am. So this is my way of thanking him. Yes, Mr. Roger Paine, we have a deal.” He reached to shake hands with Roger. With that done, both men turned and went their own way.

A four day wait for Roger was no big deal. He had to be nowhere important. By his own arrogant actions, he had no one to associate with. So time was irrelevant. He passed the four days going over new ways to fleece any prospective suckers seeking the proverbial fountain of youth. Time has passed and he sets out for the café to meet his newest victim.

As he enjoys a sip of brandy from his flask, Roger hears a noise behind him. He slowly turns around as he puts his hand on the small gun he carries in his pocket. Fully turned now, he sees something he hadn’t expected to see.

The figure in front of him stood about normal height, but had one distinguishing feature. He wore a hood over his head. Roger Paine stepped back one pace and asked the figure if he needed something.

“I, I am, Lobo.” A mild, but steady voice said. “I believe Mr. Wolff told you about my dilemma.”

Roger quickly recovered from his mild shock in seeing a hooded being standing in the almost dark passageway to the café. “Yes. I figured you must be him. Not too many people run around with a bag over their head.” He answered in his usual sarcastic manner.

“I am not here for verbal abuse. If you are not going to help me… just say so. I’m sure Mr. Wolff will be happy to retrieve his money from you.” He posed himself as if ready to walk away at a given second.

“Hold it, hold it. I’ll do it. I just tried to lighten things up a little,” he lied. Mr. Wolff said you were a sensitive fellow, so I just thought that… .“ He was cut off by Lobo.

“Please, Mr. Paine, I do not need your sympathy or empathy. I just need you to take me to this so-called secret world to help my condition. Now, where is your mode of transportation?”

“My mode of transportation? I didn’t think anyone in the modern world spoke like that.” Roger Paine shook his head in disgust at the way this meeting had gone so far. “Look, Mr. Lobo, I think we should try and start over again. I didn’t… .” Again, Lobo cut him off.

“I know exactly what you were doing. You were attempting to ridicule me as you do with everyone you come into contact with. I have been around too long to be affected by someone of your low calibre. Let us proceed with our mission. Where is your vehicle?”

Without saying another word Roger pointed to a car parked a few feet away. The fear of being verbally shot-down again by this hooded being was too much for his ego. The trip to the cabin was done in silence.

Entering the cabin, Roger lit the oil lamp on the small table next to the door. He apologised to Lobo for the lack of electricity, then caught himself. He couldn’t believe he apologised… that was a first for him.

Lobo broke his silence. “Is this entire cabin a gateway to this dimension you claim to be able to open up, or is there a special spot we stand in? If no special area is needed, then I prefer that we stand on your front porch.” Not waiting for Roger’s reply, he opened the door and stood on the porch, gazing into the night sky.

As he was getting out his large calibre revolver he kept in the table’s drawer Roger had his back to Lobo so the man couldn’t see his actions. Not realising Lobo had already gone out. He turned around before handling the weapon and started to say “you may be anywhere you want to be.

Please, step out onto the porch and I will join you momentarily,” he then saw the man was outside. He took the moment to retrieve his revolver.

He held it behind him as he joined Lobo in the night’s darkness, saving the minor glow from the lamp inside the cabin. Before Roger could make his move and dispose of Lobo, his victim, with his back to him, asked something that took Roger by surprise.

“Just how many people have you killed in this bloody game you’re playing?” With that asked, Lobo took off his hood to reveal his identity to Roger. It was I. M. Wolff. “You see, my dear Roger Paine, you made a grave mistake one month ago… today. You took one of my dearest friends out to this slaughter house in the woods. You killed him for a miserable small sum of money.

He broke his vow of silence to you about your work, and had told me of your enterprise. Being of the curious nature, I decided to follow your ventures to gather enough information about you to warn my friend Jackson that what you were doing is impossible.

I was too late in telling him what I had found out about you. You managed to get him up here just one day before I could warn him.

It is too late to help poor Jackson, but I can still stop you from preying on anyone else.” He paused to look at Roger, hoping to see fear in the man’s eyes. What he saw was the normal cold uncaring look Roger Paine was known for.

Roger pulled the gun from behind him and pointed it at Wolff. He smiled and coldly stated his intentions. “You, sir, are a fool, albeit a rich fool, but a fool to think you can leave here alive.”

The still of the night was suddenly shattered with a loud, evil horrifying laughter. I.M. Wolff’s face had a contorted look to it. What he said next caused Roger’s blood to drain to his feet. “Tell me, Roger, do you know what a Lycanthrope is?” He waited a moment for the now scared Roger to say something. All he heard was silence from the night. “Obviously, Roger, you are too scared to speak or you really don’t know the answer.

“Allow me to explain. Some people refer to Lycanthropes as werewolves. Yes! I said werewolves. You see my friend there are various types of Lycanthropes. Some become the wolf only on moon-lit nights. Others have to be in an agitated state.

Then there are others like myself. We become a wolf at any given time. That gun you have is not going to stop me, Roger. In order to kill me, you will have to place at least two shots into my heart to totally obliterate the organ.

The nonsense about silver bullets killing us was created by story-book writers. There are only a few ways to stop us. One is that gun of yours. Unfortunately for you, a shaking hand is not accurate.

So Roger, before I rip out your heart and devour it, I’m going to allow you to make peace with your maker. On second thought, I don’t think you have a god. Good-bye Roger Paine. With that said, I.M. Wolff became the monster he is and relieved his victim of his heart.




I saw you at the station, you look beautiful today

So full of elation, laughing all the way

I followed you on the bus to see where you would go

I don’t like to make a fuss but I still need to know

you have never met me though that will happen too

You will then soon see just what I am to you


My hearts been in recession, dwindling slowly away

But you are my obsession It’s growing again each day

Soon I will come to you and hope that you’ll be mine

And maybe you will love me too and all will work out fine

I know now where you live and I will visit you one night

To show you how to give me the love that’s mine by right


I saw you down by the shore walking with another guy

I’ve not seen him before, I watched you kiss goodbye

You left, I followed him down, some things must be fought for

I knocked him to the ground and held his head under the water

They’ll find his body on the tide, just another drowned

Assumed to be suicide drifted to where it’s found


I know it won’t be easy I have been here before

The drugs make you queasy and the bindings won’t reassure

My last love struggled against me, she shouted and she fought

It saddened me so greatly but a lesson must be taught

I put my hands around her neck until she fell to the floor

But when I went down to check well she breathed no more.


I saw you with the police today, I saw you break and cry

How I long to kiss away that tear in your eye

Maybe tonight I’ll hold you, hold you close for ever

But I need to be careful too the police can be clever

They might want to check to ensure your not involved

I don’t want to risk my neck until you are absolved


I need to.hide, to go away

Just for a week or two

But I’ll be back and back to stay

I’m coming back…for you


The search:


The detective put down the statement and looked at the clock on the wall

It had only been four hours, since they had taken the call

They had a witness who claimed to have witnessed the fight

And a girl who was seen with him just before his last night

She said he was like a brother, best friends since they were small

That she could never have another friend so good, and that said it all


She’d been asked if anything odd had happened quite recently

Anyone acting strangely In her vicinity

Well she had replied, I don’t want to make a fuss

There was one person who kept staring at me on the bus

She described him very well, as did the witness to the fight

It seems they could be the same, if the descriptions are right


They put out the descriptions and a photo fit

Got the usual wasting calls and then they got a hit

Then they got another, they kept on coming in

Many named the same man, mayhap its a win?

They had an address and a name, just needed now some luck

Within an hour the detectives team were at his home for a look


No one was home, no one seemed to be in

Nothing in the area that would incriminate him

They didn’t have enough to break in the shack

So they were resigned to having to call back

Then someone noticed a grid in the ground

Hidden in a corner of the compound

When they lifted it they were hit by the smell

Coming from what seemed to be an old dry well


The bodies were lifted out, body bags one by one

Some had been there a while others not so long

The latest had been strangled, the others well, they may

The state of the remains made it really hard to say

All five were young women, probably around eighteen of age

Though in some cases that was difficult to gauge

They searched the shack and the land around

Fingertip searches across the ground


The police pulled out all possible supports

The detective put a watch on all the ports

The killers name was Edwin Dee

He didn’t seem to have any family

Friends too were in short supply

Only a few knew him well enough to say hi

And most of them would happily avoid him if they can

He was described as abrupt, rude and threatening man


But the police were not talking about who, why or how

It was Where he was was the important thing now

They had searched every corner and turned every stone

Had posted policeman outside his home

But despite the policeman doing all that they could

Nobody noticed the eyes watching from the wood.





He watched in anger as the police moved around his land

How they had found him, he didn’t understand

He’d been so careful, but not, it seems, quite careful enough

And now they were in his house going through his stuff

He would have to move on, but here his ties were strong

All the beautiful women in the end had done him wrong

He thought about his new love, what would she have to say

Another bride to take away and on her wedding day


She sat outside looking at the moon,

Wondering if life was still worth living

If the pain of loss would leave her soon

Or be forever giving

She missed her friend, so simply said

But the emotions heaving deep inside

The man she now realised that she loved was dead

And something inside her had died


He swore as branches scratched his face

Cursing as he tried to retrace

His way back out of the wood

Nobody knew him, nobody understood

Nobody knew that all he wanted was to be needed

But in that he’d never succeeded

His life was all about rejection

A rare moment of introspection


She passed the kitchen knife from hand to hand

Ran her finger along the edge to the top

She knew no one would understand

But she knew that he would not stop

She had felt the obsession in the air

When she had caught him on the bus, staring

She knew he was somewhere, somewhere out there

She knew he was coming, unstoppable, uncaring


The detective awoke, his head in a whirl

The Girl he thought, we forgot about the Girl

He struggled up and reached for his phone

Need to get someone to watch her home


He parked the stolen car in front of her house

It’s time he thought, to collect my new spouse

He Picked up the bag ready on the seat

Time to Sweep her off her feet


She heard a car stop somewhere close on the street

Knew that this game was reaching a conclusion

Clutching the knife she got to her feet

Her head finally clear of confusion


He quietly walked around the back

Looking for a window, open just a crack,

Wanting to get in without too much commotion

Time to show her his devotion


She stood in the shadow watched and waited

For an opportunity to get close enough

Reminded herself it was a monster that he’d created

All would be over soon enough


He found a window that didn’t quite fit

Allowing him to open it

He stuck his head in to check all clear

So didn’t hear her coming near


The police sirens filled the night

Blue lights flashing cold and bright


A drop of blood on a silver blade

Her life forever nightmares of vengeance repaid


He lay face up on the cold ground

Eyes staring at the stars

He heard her sobs from all around

The slamming doors of cars

Even as his vision fading

Even as her scent pervading

Even then and for eternity


His obsession died and became his legacy

The Lady in Red

As was common in many blackwater Southern towns, the Redwood was not strictly just a (if you know what I mean. And Bogalusa wasn’t an ordinary whistle stop town.for various reasons. Over the years, many guests came and went—some specifically just to visit a certain year-round resident who lodged in a palatial second -floor suite where she worked in—and prospered in —the oldest trade in the world. At least until an ex-husband, possibly also a former patron strangled her in a fit of jealous rage.


The backstory to the Lady in Red and her untimely death was an ex_husband, her fifth. Had relayed a tragic story of how their son had drowned in the bayou behind their Houma bar. The lady in Red learned her ex husband had lied. A previous infant son was taken from her. She vowed ” She would kill or be killed before anyone took her baby from her. She confronted her ex-husband about the lie he created. It is possible the exchange cost her her life.


Today, her presence and trade lingers on. Although the Redwood has ceased to exist. The hotel was consumed in a three alarm fire. The lady in red remains a local phenomenon. She remains visible and active to all who seek her.


In spite of her brutal end, many men visiting the vacant lot where the Rosewood Hotel stood have reported hearing an incorporeal voice whispering sweet nothings in their ears—especially in the elevator, which the Lady in Red used to escort her visitors from the lobby to her chambers. In addition, hundreds of guests have awakened to discover a pearl beneath their pillows—supposedly from her necklace, which broke and spilled onto the floor in her fight for life.


Today, her presence and trade lingers on. Although the Redwood has ceased to exist. The hotel was consumed in a three alarm fire. The lady in red remains a local phenomenon. She remains visible and active to all who seek her.


Paranormal experts believe these hauntings are common in places where murder deprived the soul of it’s eternal peaceful sleep.


Lady in Red, Cheyenne Virginia, rest in peace your justice has been served. Her birth name was Cheyenne Virginia ?????