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The Orchard's Ghostly Secrets - True Paranormal Story · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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  By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.
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  Dad. I called.
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  The autumn leaves of the apple trees are on fire.
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  No reply. I guess this was up to me now.
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  I ran towards where the hose should be, coiled up like a
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  snake. The hose wasn't there.
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  Strange, very strange. I circled the house for an hour
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  and finally came to the very front of the house.
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  And there, standing, watching the crisp leaves burn in the
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  scorching sun, was my father, his black hair frayed at the
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  tips, blowing in the wind. What are you doing, Dad?
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  I asked. Where's the hose, Ashlyn?
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  Celeste, Charlize, what do you think I'm doing?
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  He replied. And why do you need a hose?
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  You're practically watching the burning down the family fortune.
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  You are not doing anything. If all of those apples had sold
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  well, then we might have been rich.
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  Why of all days did you just have to stand there?
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  Why are you doing something? I yelled at him.
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  Where's your mother? He said cautiously.
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  She's in bed and sick, remember? The wife that you don't seem to
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  care about anymore. Don't seem to care about What's
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  gotten into you lately, Ashlyn? He pestered me.
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  What's gotten into me? The fear of my mother dying and
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  you doing nothing. You burning down the family
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  fortune, that's what. How am I burning down the family
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  fortune? I am not the son or the person
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  to be blamed. Ashlyn, stop saying my name.
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  That's it. I'm leaving and I'm not
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  returning, and I expect those leaves to be cleaned up by you,
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  the person who has done nothing all this time.
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  As I walked off, my father cleared his throat.
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  Has done nothing. Ashlyn, come back.
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  But I didn't listen. I just kept on walking and I
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  would not stop. I couldn't change the fact that
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  my mother was dying of cancer, but I could stop my father from
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  being not a father. I drove to a couple streets away
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  from home and parked my car on the side of the road and the
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  winds watched as droplets of water formed on my cheeks and
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  slid off my face like an icy slope.
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  The noisy sobs echoed along the road.
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  My sobs. How could he do this?
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  Just watch and do nothing? It's nearly Halloween, what does
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  he have planned? A funeral?
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  Funerals at this time of year. What does he want, a award?
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  I think not. I turned behind me and there was
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  a long fence that goes all down the side of the road with open
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  gold fields of hay and wheat, and on the fence there are fresh
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  pumpkins with spooky faces drawn on the faces.
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  I remember before my older sister Celeste left for college
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  for Halloween, we painted our pumpkins with the twins jumping
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  all around, massive grins upon their faces.
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  It was so much more child friendly than carving them.
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  We placed them on the steps with a candlelit lamp, so proud of
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  our family's handicraft. And as an added bonus, because
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  they were still whole, we could make them into seasonal soups
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  and other dishes after. It was delicious.
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  I remember, but that was ages ago.
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  I haven't seen her since Celeste is 23 years old and she is my
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  most favorite person in the entire world, in case you were
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  wondering. The pumpkin closest to me stared
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  at me straight in the eye, watching me.
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  I felt chills up my spine as I watched the pumpkin move.
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  How could it move? I blinked twice and rubbed my
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  eyes. And crawling on the ground
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  towards me were spiders. I couldn't see them, but I knew
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  they were there, thousands of spiders running towards me and
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  they were hungry. Howling with fear, I opened my
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  eyes to face a man, the pumpkin on his head.
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  He had no eyes, and as my mother said, if you have no eyes, you
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  have no soul. I crawled away slowly as he
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  staggered towards me and dragging me towards him by my
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  feet. Instead of me screaming, he did
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  a strange thing. In this intense silence, he
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  somehow screamed with his whole body, the eyes wide with horror,
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  the mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile,
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  the fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails digging
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  deeply into the palms of his hand.
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  That's cute, But Sir, you think you're scary.
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  But Sir, I've seen scary and you haven't got a smile.
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  I said grinning as I slowly I tried to get up, but quickly
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  realized how futile it was when I had to bite my lip to keep
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  from crying out. Sharp hurling pain lanced
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  through my head and colorful spots flashed in front of my
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  eyes. It felt like my whole body had
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  been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to
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  ache. Regardless, I needed to get out
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  of here, away from this thing. Wincing and throbbing pain, I
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  started to grab at the cracks in the road to help me pull myself
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  away. I was careful to not look at the
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  man I was pushing myself away to move, and extra careful to not
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  to place my hands on the glass. But there was one second.
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  One second I would look back and see the body of someone I knew.
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  And so I recklessly started crawling forwards again and
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  crack. My hand came down on a piece of
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  glass and I hissed in pain as the man's face swiveled around
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  and looked at me. I'm not scared of the cemetery
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  of the monsters at Halloween or my nightmares.
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  This certainly wasn't going to scare me.
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  But it did. A knife in one hand, he poured
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  gasoline onto the spark of fear in my belly, sinking it in with
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  cold black eyes. All I ever did was offer love
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  and ask for help. As he slid the knife in my
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  pulsing heart, he said one word. Do.