long awaited story continuation

I kept rummaging through the boxes in the living room and still contemplating whether I should finish up here or move to a different room. I continued to think and continued to look through the boxes, and I am not sure if I just did not have that many boxes or I was thinking for way to long, but I had already gone through all the boxes.  So I guess subconsciously I had just made up my mind.  The task of going through the boxes didn’t seem that hard in the living room, but I knew it was going to be a hard task in the garage and especially in the basement due to the fact that there was no outside light going into either one of those places.  I went to the couch and sat down to take a break and think of what I was going to do about the current situation in which I find myself but I thought of nothing which would help me.  It was already going to be around 4:00 a.m. and the storm still was not letting up so trying to get any kind of sleep was totally out of the question and I, surprisingly, was not feeling tired at all even though I had been asleep for only four to five hours.  I also thought that since I had nothing to do today I would not mind if I would stay awake all night, and beside I knew I needed to find the flashlight anyways so I thought the best thing to do to occupy my time was to start putting things in their rightful place so that way when this ever happened again I would be able to find things a lot faster rather than ravaging all over the house trying to find something so simple as a flashlight. 

            I was almost half tempted to go and grab my mp3 player and start playing some music but with the storm still going on outside I did not want to freak myself out with not being able to hear the outside noised and with my sacredness of the unknown and the dark I did not want to risk knowing what thoughts that would go through my head.  I quickly squashed the thought of listening to music and continued going through the boxes.  Everything was going smoothly, I had put books on the bookshelf, put items that belonged in the bathroom away, I put away the coats in the front closet, placed the items that were previously on the coffee table back where they were originally.  I had only two more boxes to go and yet I was not tired, nor did I want to take a break.  I was thinking that this is the best time to get things done, the middle of the night or early morning so I was not just wasting time sleeping when I could be doing thing, but then again I never thought I would never want to wake up in the middle of the night just to get things done around the house because I do value my sleep and I know that it would eventually catch up to me if I did it too often.

            I finished will all the boxes in the living room and was only left with a pile of broken down boxes that would be taken out in the morning to the recycle bin or I might take them to a recycling center where others can come and use them rather than having to buy new boxes.  I felt proud of myself knowing that I was able to accomplish the task of unpacking, something that I had failed to do since I moved in about two months ago.  I had sacrificed my sleep, well not so much surrendered my sleep, but I was able to get the unpacking done quicker during the time I did not expect to do it rather than doing it and taking longer during the day when all I want to do is rest and not have to deal with unpacking.  I was pretty satisfied with what I had done in so little time that I wanted to continue but the only thing that was hindering me from continuing on to the garage and the basement was the reason why I started looking through the boxes in the first place, the flashlight.  Without the flashlight I would not be able to look around in the dark places where there were no windows so I was stumped on what my next move was.  I looked at my watch one more time and noticed that the sun was going to be coming up in a little under an hour so I was pretty happy that I didn’t have to wait much longer to do anything.

            I sat down on the couch and I had wished that I would have been able to watch television or play video games but all that fun entertainment stuff was in the basement and I was not tired enough to take a nap or anything so I just sat there in silence.  I remembered that I had my phone charging in my bedroom so I was still contemplating going up to my bedroom and getting it to at least play games on it because I know I would not be able to give anyone a call since it was so early in the morning.  Since I was so bored I figured there would be nothing wrong with me going up to my room and playing games on my phone and I wouldn’t even need to come back downstairs because I could just lay in bed and play my games since I was not worried about having the flashlight anymore, which was the reason why I woke up in the first place.  I get up from the couch but before I go upstairs I might as well grab a glass of water to quench my thirst, so I make a pit stop in the kitchen and get me a nice cold glass of tap water.  I put my glass down in the sink and start to head up stairs when I hear a knock at the door yet again, the only thing that moved was the hair that stood up on the back of my neck.

story continuation

I know it's been a while since my last story update, but it's just been long day after long day, but without further adu:

             There was not a person standing there, and there was not anything in the nearby street other than parked cars from neighbors and other motorists, but when I looked down on the landing I noticed a pool of blood.  I am not sure if it was because of the rain but the stain on the floor looked fresh as if whatever or whoever had been standing there for a while just dripping blood.  I tried to follow the blood trail down the steps but it did not seem to go anywhere but there on my front porch which was kind of odd because judging by the amount of blood that was there and the time the individual would have been standing there knocking, then there should have been a blood trail leading away when the individual walked away.  I did not know what to think of the current situation but I was just there frozen in amazement.  “What could have bled this much and so rapidly, yet move as fast as he did to get away from sight as soon as I opened the door”, I thought to myself, but my mind was drawing a blank and I couldn’t explain it.

            I retreated backwards into my house and closed the door and applied both locks, I was still astonished yet confused on what I just saw and I knew it would remain in the back of my mind for a while.  I tried to shake the thought out of my head and focus on the initial task I came downstairs to do, get my flashlight from where ever I hid it.  I had three different places I could search for the flashlight and I did not have the slightest clue as to where I may have put it when I packed.  I started to think of how I was going to do this and the only logical way of doing it was to start here on the first floor, then work my way to the garage then into the basement.  I would hopefully find it in the first floor due to the fact that it would be really hard to see in the garage without any sort of light, and I know the basement would be even worse considering it is already pitch black down there even during the day.  I looked down at my watch and noticed it had only been like an hour since I was first awakened and I knew that it would be at least a couple of more hours till day light but my luck seemed it was taking a turn for the better.

            Being in the dark for so long without any type of light was helping my eyes regulate, I am not sure how long they had been adjusted for but it was a lot easier to see in the house than it was when I first rolled out of bed.  I know some of it had to do with me not being as tired as I was, and I am sure that was the majority part, but either way it was a nice change.  I started to rummage through the first box and I noticed the items I had placed in there would have nothing to do with needed a flashlight, a couple of books, magazines, notepads, picture frames, all those items had come from various places in my living room and I knew for a fact I did not have the flashlight there in the living room in my last house so it was safe to say that it would not be in that box.  I picked it up and set it aside to start a new pile of boxes that I had already been through so I could help eliminate going through boxes twice over and wasting my time.  I had gone through about three different boxes already and still nothing that hinted me to where I might find the flashlight.  I thought that maybe if I went to the garage then I there might be a box that would contain some sort of clues that would lead me to where the flashlight might be.  I kept rummaging through the boxes in the first floor and contemplating whether I should move to the garage, or search every box I had here on the ground floor then move my hunt to a different location but that idea was doing nothing for me but swirling around in my mind and nothing tipped me off to do anything for certain.  

continuation of the story

The stranger at the door was continuously knocking and did not seem to be letting up.  In fact he was knocking louder and more frequently.  I walked towards the door slowly, partly because I did not know who it was but mostly because it was still pitch black on the ground floor and I did not want to crash into anything and alert the stranger outside.  I reached the door and all of a sudden the knocking stopped as if the individual knew I was right on the other side of the door.  That made me even more suspicious and I definitely did not want to open the door.  I crept up slowly and looked through the peep hole and I did not see anyone only the front steps and the raindrops splashing against the pavement.  Whoever it was must have grown tired of waiting for me to answer the door and left.  I walked away from the door and as soon as I got a couple of steps away the knocking returned only this time it was more frantic and violent like. 

                I didn’t know what to think of it or how to explain it but as I stood there with my back towards the wall I felt chills roll u p and down my spine.  I felt as if I was frozen stiff and could not move.  I did not know whether to go answer the door or ignore it and continue on my task of finding my flashlight or if to go to the door once more and see if the individual was actually there.  It took me a while before I was able to come to a decision on what my next move was going to be.  I’m not sure if it was because of my curiosity that made me make my decision but I just had to find out who was outside or what was making the knocking at my door.  I walked towards the front door with the pounding getting more intense as I walked closer to the door.  Instead of just looking through the peep hole I decided to open the door.  As I put my hand on the lock to unlatch it the knocking stopped. Once again I quickly unlatched the lock and swung the door open to see if I could catch the individual doing whatever he did last time to as to where I was not able to see him last time, but this time I was able to see what was making the noise and all I could do was stand there in amazement, frozen once again.  

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So from my last blog you may have read that I'm going to be writing a story and publishing it here as it's created to get a raw look at a work in progress.  Like I said if anyone has a suggestions or comments then by all means let me know, i have thick skin and I welcome constructive criticism.  So without further ado, here is what I have so far:

                As the lightning stuck and the booming of the thunder rolled throughout the house I couldn’t help but to awake from my deep sleep.  There was a big storm rolling in and was supposed to be here for a couple of days and if it was going to be waking me up every time I heard the roaring of the thunder I knew I would have had to try and find some way to get some type of sleep during the duration of the storm.  I tried to roll over and ignore the increasing sounds but there was nothing I could do to drown them out and attempt to get myself any resemblance of a good night’s rest.  I rolled over at the illuminated clock sitting on my bedside table and noticed how early in the morning it was, 1:25a.m.  and I was not sure if I was going to be able to go back to sleep considering the storm was just starting to creep over the mountains.  Considering it was a Saturday morning and with nothing planned throughout the day, I figured that waking up at this time wouldn’t do any harm to my health.  I rolled out of bed and stuffed my feet into my slippers and stood up, and just as I was about to reach over and grab my t-shirt another bolt of lightning struck and knocked out the power. Great.

 Now I just have to find my flashlight which is not going to be an easy task since I have not seen my flashlight since before I moved into my new house.  I do remember saying I need this for when I have any type of emergency at night, but during the unorganized packing of the old house I am unsure of what box I put it in, or where I might have even put the box.  I first moved in a couple of months ago and I have been “unpacking” since then.  I have some of the boxes located in ground floor of the house, some are collecting dust in the basement and a majority of them  are sitting neatly in my garage labeled where they are supposed to go, but in order to find out which box the flashlight is in I need a flashlight, talk about irony.  I put on my shirt, was probably backwards since I was getting dressed in the middle of the night and pitch black, and started to feel my way around to find something I could use as a temporary light.  I grabbed my cell phone and thumbed through it looking for the camera setting so I could use the light and hopefully it would suffice and help me find the box with the flashlight.  I get to the camera setting and by a stroke of my type of luck the battery starts to die and it tells me it’s about to power down.  Strike number two for me having somewhat of a good weekend.  I continue thinking and searching for something that would give me ample enough light to use that way I can search for the flashlight and be able to do things normally and hopefully this does not last a long time because it could only end badly for me in some way.

I stumbled out into the hallway which leads to my bedroom and pass the bathroom, and since I was sleeping it is only logical for me to need to relieve myself, so I made a pit stop and gave myself a chance to think of anything I could have in my house to give me some sort of light.  As I finish up and flush the toilet my mind remains blank on what I could possibly use to illuminate my way towards the basement.  Just then as a bolt of lightning flashed a though popped into my head, as if the lightning bolt energized my thought process.  When the lighting flashes it lights up the whole house, or at least the areas with windows in them, and luckily the house I now own runs plentiful with them.  I have put up some curtains in the ground level of the house but while upstairs the light almost suffices for having a light bulb turn on for a brief second which gives me enough light and time to take a couple of steps and then just turns off.  I start to make my way towards the stairs and not exactly knowing how many stairs I have I wait for the lightning to help me illuminate my way down so I do not injure myself walking down the stairs.  Every lighting strike I take a couple of steps and wait eagerly for the next one.  After about I would guessed it to be a half an hour I was finally down stairs and the bad thing was I had put up dark curtains so no light would come in, seems I had to face my biggest challenge yet.

As the lightning stuck I waited for the light to hopefully shine through the dark curtains, but my patients in waiting was in vain.     I stood there for a moment pondering what my next course of action would be and as I came to a decision a knock came at the door.  Unsure of what time it was but knowing that I had awakened around 1:30a.m. I had no clue as to who could be knocking at my door.  The stranger knocked again almost in sync with the roaring of the thunder.  I was hesitant to go see who it was since I was new to the neighborhood and I wouldn’t even know who it would be even if I had the courage to open the door.  The knocking continued but it was growing louder and more frequent as if the individual on the other side was growing impatient but determined to get in.  In the back of my mind I start to contemplate the possibilities of who might be at my door at this time of the night and in a horrible rain storm.  Was it someone from the power company?  Was it someone stranded in the street just looking to find a dry place till morning?  Could it be a drunken neighbor who has the wrong address just thinking that it is his house?   After the endless possibilities that ran through my head of who could be pounding at my door at this time I decided I would let my curiosity take over and open the door for whoever needed my help.

Something to talk about.

I wasn't sure how often I was going to use this blog, but my wife gave me the great idea of using it to compose my artistic side of me, my writings.  I used to write stuff back in high school when I was in creative writing class, and it continued with me throughout my previous deployments and some of it still lingers today.  I usually won't publish a story until the very end or until I have looked over it and made all necessary changes and corrections, but I figured a story is a story nonetheless, it's just more when you look at the creation of it from rough draft to final print.  One day I hope to scavange through my stuff and locate all my good writings and create a book, but for now I'll just post my latest one from rough draft to final cut.  To whoever may follow me I encourage you to assist me with any ideas you may have and with outcomes you predict to help fuel me into the creation of this story.

My First Ever Blog

Well I basically started this blog thing only because my wife has a blog and to comment and follow hers I created one.  I'm not sure how often I will post on here but i'll try to post as often as I can.  So in that I conclude my first blog.