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Laughter in the Mall

#Nightmare, #Horror, #Psychological, #Suspense

The bright lights and bustle of shoppers were always a welcomed diversion for Tessa. She enjoyed being part of the crowd. She liked looking at fancy things, browsing for jewelry or clothes or shoes she didn’t need but had to have. Today, however, she was partaking in none of those things. Today, she was babysitting.

“Come on, Eddy, don’t fall behind,” she said to the elder brother while simultaneously trying to wrangle the younger. “Sam, stop pulling.”

“I want to push the buttons,” Sam said, reaching out a pudgy hand for the ATM machine.

Tessa rolled her eyes. Sam wanted to push all of the buttons. She couldn’t understand the kid’s obsession for buttons. “No,” she said. “Now come on.

Eddy was a good kid; bright, sensible, with a knack for comprehending things beyond his age. His kid brother just liked pushing buttons – and that meant the babysitter’s buttons too.

Tessa thought bringing them to the mall would have been a fun thing. She thought maybe she could conquer two tasks; get paid while spending money all in one. But it had turned out to be a catastrophe. So far she spent her allowance in the food court just to stop their complaining, and had not been able to look at a single outfit because she was too busy keeping both eyes on two wayward boys who could somehow disappear in the blink of an eye. Tessa was exhausted.

“That’s it. We’re going home,” she announced.

“Awww!” they both whined.

“I want to ride the horsey,” Sam said.

“Can we maybe look at the bookstore one more time?” Eddy asked more tactfully.

“No and no,” Tessa said. “We’re all going to take a nap.”

“You’re my favorite babysitter, Ms Tessa,” Eddy added for good measure.

Tessa steered them back the way they had come. But to avoid getting stalled by all the arcade games with blinking push buttons, she took the longer route around. In her mind, it was worth it. Here, the mall was quieter. Mostly adults frequented the kitchen sections. There wasn’t much fun to look at, but at least the boys were too bored to try and touch anything.

“What’s that door?” Eddy stopped in the middle of the aisle to point at a rather nondescript door.

Tessa looked above it to the glowing sign. Instead of EXIT, it read COMING SOON.

“I don’t know,” she said, not in the mood for curiosity. “Maybe they’re adding on to the mall.”

“Can we see it?” he asked.

She sighed. “Okay. We’ll look. But if it says DO NOT ENTER, then we’re going straight home.”

Excited about something mysterious, Sam dragged her after Eddy and they both stood on tiptoe to see through the door window. Tessa peered through the glass, surprised to find the hallway beyond lit and decked with shop signs.

“Cool,” she breathed.

“What is it?” Eddy asked. “I can’t see.”

“Lift me up,” Sam said, hopping up and down on his stubby legs.

Tessa pushed on the handlebar and forced the door open with her shoulder. “It’s like a little, old fashioned town.” Quickly, she scooped up Sam’s hand before he could run off, then together they walked onto the cobblestone floor.

The walls were brick-laid, and colorful eaves hung over each doorway. There was an ice cream parlor, a rocking horse store, a knick-knack toy shop, and others down the corridor. But all of the windows were darkened and the doors locked.

“Well, doesn’t look like anything’s open,” she began, but then stopped. A neon light flashed just a short way down. She walked closer, curiosity getting the best of her. One of the windows was brightly lit. Above the door, the sign read BAKERY. Tessa tried the handle. It turned easily. Opening the door, she peered in cautiously and looked around. It was empty, but round tables were set out with all the chairs sitting ready for customers. Behind the counter, she could see a glass case, now empty, but with the promise of fresh baked bread and sweet rolls.

“Cool! Jello!”

All of a sudden, Eddy ran toward one of the tables. Before Tessa could scold him, he snatched up a cup of green Jello and started eating with the spoon he found next to it.

“Eddy! You can’t just eat that!”

There was another cup of gelatin, this one blue. Sam slipped out of her grasp and joined his brother. Tessa ran after them, grabbing the Jello out of their hands. But they found more on another table. They gobbled it up as if the pretzels and nachos they had earlier hadn’t filled their tummies at all.

“Sam, Eddy, stop.

She grabbed the current cups away from the boys, but that didn’t stop them either. Suddenly, two more cups appeared. A chill crept up Tessa’s spine. Where was the Jello coming from? And what was wrong with the boys? They weren’t behaving at all like themselves.

As she stared befuddled at her two wards, she heard a sound. A sort of laughing noise.

Turning slowly, she looked around the room. It was still empty, save for the three of them. So then where was the laughing coming from? It sounded like an old chuckle toy set on repeat, as if the switch was broken and it kept laughing over and over.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

It made Tessa’s skin crawl. She shook Eddy’s arm.

“Let’s get out of here. Eddy, come on. Sam, please. Put the Jello down.”

But they wouldn’t stop – couldn’t stop. They couldn’t hear her or the disembodied laughter. And it was getting louder – or closer. Finally, Tessa took the cups away and grabbed both boys by their now sticky hands.

“I wasn’t done!” they cried.

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.

With the boys in tow, Tessa made a run for the door. The laughing was loud now, echoing off the brick walls, sounding in her ears and drowning out all else but the panicked beating of her shoes slapping the ground. She shut off the bakery lights and yanked the door shut after them. Running as fast as the children’s legs could go, she fairly dragged them down the corridor. The laughter followed – right behind her now even though nothing was there.

Tessa’s breath came in gasps. Her thoughts were a tumble of fear and panic. They reached the exit door, and she switched off the last light as they burst through the door.

Just then, all of the mall lights shut off.

Frozen in fear, Tessa could only catch her breath; squeezing the boys’ little hands to make sure they were still by her side.

HA-HA-HA-

The laughing stopped.

One by one, the lights came back on. The shoppers returned. As if nothing had happened, people milled about the kitchen wares browsing products.

Eddy tugged on her arm. “Can we go home now? I’m tired.”

“Ow,” Sam muttered. “You’re pinching.”

Tessa glanced back at the door. She couldn’t see anything through the dark window pane. There was no glowing sign above it, only a notice for employees only.

Taking a deep breath, she walked away from the door, but did not let go of either of their hands.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Fan T. C.

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Raw

Legacy

What’s yours?

A girlfriend once told me that I helped make her a more confident woman just in our daily correspondence over the years. If I accomplish nothing else in my life, I will die proud knowing this.

So who have you influenced? Sometimes it’s good to look back and know that you’ve done some good in the world. Think about it.

Raw

Social Media

I have 12 friends on Facebook. Yes, you read correctly. You probably just did a double-take to see if that number was real, didn’t you? You might remember my proclamation in Social Media Slander to delete my Facebook account September 2015, and I did just that. For a whole year, I was in social media blackout. My pictures were erased, my memories tossed into the void. It was glorious.

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I never missed it.

But it was right around the holidays when I realized the event tool was highly beneficial for scheduling family–and now extended family–functions. How am I to know who is bringing what to Thanksgiving dinner? What if there is a time-change I’m not made aware of for Christmas?

Well, I soon realized it was time to go back. After a long and beautiful hiatus, I went to work on a brand new Facebook account.

You know, I had spent 13 years on Facebook before deleting it. That was a rough accumulation of 300 friends and thousands of pictures, conversations, and memories. But there I was with a blank slate and a chance to start over. I could choose more carefully who I wanted as friends (or so far, strictly family.) Now when I scroll through my newsfeed, it takes about a week for anything new to show up. And that’s nice.

With less internet distractions, I can stay focused on what I deem important and relevant, and that is education for all writers.

And time spent with you.

Good night, readers. It’s always a pleasure.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Uncategorized

Traditional Holiday Posts

So here’s the dish: A lot of bloggers post on holidays. They have wonderful posts. I usually don’t write them because, well, you know, they’re just boring. I mean, I don’t have anything to add that Hallmark hasn’t already said. And I usually don’t read them either because they generally, you know, pertain exactly to the holidays to which they credit. But there are a lot of writers out there who are well meaning and offer sincere, superb words. So here’s to those.

Cheers.

And, uh, happy…Valentine’s…Day.

Yeah.

Fanny T. Crispin

From Writing to Publishing

Planting Seeds

The quality of our lives right now is the result of what we planted and harvested some time ago.

I’m reading a devotional book, and I won’t get too spiritual on you depending on your own spiritual compass, but I want to share with you one point which really stood out to me.

The quality of our lives. Since this is a writing blog, let’s say the quality of our writing. Look back at your past and see where you began as a writer. Can you see the journey, the long hours, the thrilling chase, and do you remember what you learned which brought you to your present? For me, I went from writing silly stories for my siblings to masterfully writing novels that included plot, purpose, and passion. Before I get ahead of myself, I am no expert writer. I don’t think anyone will ever be an expert in writing, as there is always something new to explore. Some will claim they are experts…but rest assured, I hold no such delusions of grandeur.

So let’s talk about the things you are planting during your writing journey. For me, there are a few seeds I focus on:

Concise sentence structure. You want the words to flow smooth and natural. You don’t want sentences to become too long and wordy, but neither do you want a grouping of short, stiff sentences. When I write (and especially when I edit,) I bear in mind how the sentences are flowing together. That will help me set the pace for the mood of each scene.

Speaking of mood…

The written mood. This can be a tricky one to grasp. Every writer wants to convey particular moods in their writing. They want their readers to feel and participate in the story as much as they would in their own lives. You particularly want to pay attention to the words you choose if you’re setting up a strong mood in the story. Don’t be afraid to use a Thesaurus once in awhile. It is a wonderful tool for your utilization.

A clear plot. Of course you want the plot to be clear. That is the whole point of your novel, of course. Astronauts rocket into space. They land on Mars. They encounter aliens on Mars. The aliens try to eat them. Some of the astronauts survive. They return to Earth and warn everyone of aliens on Mars. The plot of this story is Explore>Survive>Forewarn. There’s no confusion for the readers. They know exactly what they have read. 

Sensible characters. By sensible, I do not mean every character in your book is wise, simple, and uses caution in every situation. No. That would be incredibly boring. What I do mean is every character in your story makes sense. They belong. They have purpose. Everyone on this planet has a purpose. So do our characters.

And above all…

Quality. This word speaks for itself. I strive for quality writing, not necessarily quantity. Being a self-published author has its upsides and downsides. The upside is having the power to set and keep my own deadlines. If I choose to take a break from publishing novels and focus on my blog, there is no one to tell me otherwise. (The downside is there is no one pushing me for better quality, so I really have to step up my game and do my own studying.)

The quality of our [writing] right now is the result of what we planted and harvested some time ago.

Take a moment to review your writing. Don’t be afraid to compare it to other literary books in your field. Study the best of someone else’s writing. Adopt traits you want to model. And above all…

Dream BIG.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin