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Paranormal Resonance

November 24, 2009
By Jan-Man21 BRONZE, Amery, Wisconsin
Jan-Man21 BRONZE, Amery, Wisconsin
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Paranormal Resonance


Narrator: It’s been three months since Kelly has had an experience with the afterlife. Ever since she was 4, Kelly has been bothered by some presence…the people in her life that know of some of these incidents include her family, friends and her newlywed Luke. Kelly and Luke go to the local college together and are just starting their life with each other. Our story opens with Kelly walking through the door of Luke’s apartment in which she just recently moved in…

Kelly: LUKE! (Kelly walks towards Luke for a hug)
Luke: Hey! (Luke kisses Kelly on the cheek)
Kelly: I’m so excited to finally be moved in. You’re sure about this too, right?
Luke: Of course Kelly, you think these things are happening to you but it’s just in your head.
Kelly: Sure as if you’ve never witnessed it.
Luke: I know, I know, it’s just a joke.
Kelly: Well it’s not funny; you know it feeds off negative energy.
Luke: I thought it would be funny to start off with a joke, “But you’re right; it’s not something to joke about. We’ll call the funny farm.
Kelly: LUKE! (She slaps his shoulder and then rests her head on his chest for a moment, then releases her head.)
Luke: Ha-ha, I’m sorry, (walking to the bathroom to clean up) get ready to go out.
Narrator: After their night on the town the couple returns home to get some sleep. It is their first night in there new apartment together…what could go wrong?

1:28 AM
(Plap….plap….plap)

Narrator: Footsteps ring through the apartment as if someone was walking lazily towards the bedroom. However, what ever it is...has no appearance, no face, no features…nothing...plap…plap…plap.
9:28 AM

Luke: (Yawning) good morning. How’d you sleep?
Kelly: Great, however I just heard a weird sound.
Luke: Really? It must be the air conditioning.
Luke: I love Saturday’s no class.
Kelly: I do too, so what are we doing today Luke.
Luke: Well, after college football, I’m thinking a picnic?
Kelly: Alright. How about a movie as well?
Luke: Sure…what do you want to see?
Kelly: That new vampire movie.
Luke: No…
Narrator: Little did these two know that there was a presence among them…watching them…listening in on them…and waiting, for its moment to strike. The couple comes home after the movie to hit the hay.

1:28 AM
(Plap…plap…plap)
Kelly: Luke…wake up, do you hear that?
(Plap…plap…plap)

Luke: Huh? (Groggy) what was that?
Kelly: I don’t know, I’m scared Luke.
Luke: it’s nothing just…go back to bed.
Kelly: Luke I can’t
Luke: ah fine lets watch some TV.
Kelly: ok good…
(Plap…plap…plap, eke (the door cracks open)

Narrator: Luke fell asleep but Kelly did not, knowing the presence was in the room Kelly nudged Luke up and they turned on the lights.
Luke: what is going on?
Kelly: Luke, I’m scared.
Narrator: Finger nail scratches are on the door saying GET OUT in bold letters, Luke then feels a hard shove in his chest and gets air lifted.
Luke: (out of breath) help….
Kelly: LUKE!
Narrator: Luke falls to the ground stunned, Kelly goes to his side, and Luke looks up at her)
Luke: hElLO KeLeY
Kelly: Luke?
Narrator: Kelly screams and runs for the bedroom door to escape. When she gets there it slams and Luke is shaking on the floor, eyes rolled to the back of his head. Then suddenly stops and looks around confused.
Kelly: Luke? Luke get up, c’mon let’s just go, c'mon Luke LETS GO!
Luke: Huh? Ok let’s go.
Narrator: The couple run out of the house, and bolt down their neighborhood. Kelly and Luke look back at their house to see lights flickering on and off.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)



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on Dec. 27 2009 at 2:11 pm
littlewriter97, Dover, New Hampshire
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I loved it but i think i would like it more if it was writen like a story!!! great idea!!!!

DEMON said...
on Dec. 23 2009 at 3:53 pm
Ah, but I was thrown off by "Paranormal Resonance", and I like the unique style you chose to portray your story. Perhaps you ought to consider screenwriting, for I was captivated by the story itself. It's too scattered, but nevertheless, a good idea. Would you resonate about...

"RAZED EXPECTATIONS"

Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I meant to be wry. Of course, it's difficult to articulate emotions that I can't feel, but I find that irony is relatively simple to demonstrate. I inhaled the toxic vapors of the cigarette casually. Its sinister, black cancer couldn't cripple a seventeen-year-old boy with no lungs, let alone a heart.

I glanced in the direction of the horizon, and flinched. The sun was dying flamboyantly, casting its radiant colors across the sky. Its last waves of light caressed my cold, pale skin. I wanted to snarl rebelliously as I felt its warmth slide against me deviously.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

My muscles went rigid, and I had to focus madly on controlling my shaking hands. I would know that voice, that beautiful, disastrous voice, in the realms beyond that of Earth. I grated my teeth, reeling in the disturbing sensations that she unknowingly always aroused in me.

I cocked my body towards her arrogantly, and lifted my mouth into a crooked crescent moon. I felt my eyes flashing, but I worked vehemently to fixate an arctic, hard tone into the dark of my indigo irises.

“I find the sunset lifeless and meaningless, actually,” I countered flatly, and a beat too late.

She laughed merrily, and I struggled within myself as my mind and body became entranced by the beautiful movement of her laughter as the colors of the sun played about her.

“You amuse me, Darian. How can you have such a pessimistic view of the world? The sun will not be lifeless until it disappears beneath the horizon, and the night falls. It’ll rise tomorrow, though,” she said.

I dared not think of her name. I hated the way my soul-if I had a soul-thrilled when her voice lingered over my name. It reminded me of music. I had to close my mind defiantly as I thought of music. I wanted nothing that resembled passion.

“That’s an inane notion that foolish women entertain. You want poetry, and ridiculous vows of forever. You aren’t difficult to read. If you want that sunset to mean something, then you want unrequited love. It doesn’t work like that,” I growled unmercifully, angry at her for unleashing the flood of feelings upon me.

DEMON said...
on Dec. 23 2009 at 3:50 pm
"RAZED EXPECTATIONS" continues...

Her lovely green eyes shifted into hard emeralds.

“What do you know about me, Dare? And what’s so wrong with having dreams? And why are you talking to me like that? I was simply commenting on the sunset.” She tossed her red curls, clearly miffed.

I lifted my chin, and blew smoke in her face. It was easier on me when she was angry. I don’t know why she bothered with me. Why she was brave enough to confront me. Why she didn’t follow the laws of the superficial high school we both attended. Why she didn’t stay away from me, like everyone else.

“You’ll die from that smoking, Darian.” She glared at me. We’d had this argument a lot. I lifted my eyebrows, and turned away from her, signaling that the conversation was over.

She didn’t obey, and I sighed.

“You know, Dare, you could let yourself feel. You could understand it.” Her voice was soft, a whisper in the darkening air. She was air. My air.

I reviled the potency of the emotions I could feel pulsing through me. I ran a hand through my black hair nervously, my body skidding with strange, unfamiliar energy. I didn’t want to answer her. Why didn’t she leave?

I made a fatal mistake when I looked at her. Every nerve inside of me screamed, as though my body and internal organs were recharging hurriedly in the rare moment of my awakening.

I think I felt my heart beat hesitantly.

My voice seemed like that of a stranger. It had a rich, deep tone to it. It had color.

“Understand what?”

Something in my expression changed the way she was looking at me. It may have mirrored the arrangement of my own features. She became vulnerable in that instant.

“Kiss me.” She whispered brokenly.

Surprise jolted keenly through me. God, I wished I was numb again. Everything felt electric-too intense and too vivid. Emotions scattered across my being, a mutinous invasion of the raging war against myself. I was defenseless and an easy prey to her request. I breathed jaggedly, and there was a husky vibe to it. Want. I recognized it more clearly as it bloomed vibrantly through me.

And she was waiting. For me.

I destroyed the walls I had so warily built as I leaned towards her. She lifted a creamy hand and laid it tenderly against my cheek, the expectation making her bold. I moaned, and closed my eyes. My own hands loosened, and reached for her face greedily

Something hot-burning-ignited against my skin. I wrenched myself away, dazed by the unpleasant sensation. Had a spark traveled through our bodies? That’s when I noticed the cigarette kindling like a faint ember beside my marred hand. It had burnt me. The throbbing pain brought a wave of consciousness through me. Reality. And I stared at her face, inches from mine, and something clicked inside of me. Gears that began humming smoothly, like a tuned clock. I pulled back, and tossed her hand away like it stung. I grimaced as the vitals within me slowly resumed their state of nothingness, and shook my head to clear it of its nonsensical ideas.

She watched the change take possession of me, and tears began to collect in her eyes.

I found that I could care less.

I grinned at her, and mocked, “I taste of cigarettes, Clara.”

She got up shockingly to her feet, and backed away as if understanding for the first time what I was. Tears stained her nondescript face.

I smiled, that careful replication of a smile, and said acidly, “Did I humor your silly fantasies well?”

Her face crumpled entirely, and she pivoted away and ran sobbing from my scathing ridicule.

The sun died, and all was dark.

on Dec. 16 2009 at 8:29 pm
...PensiveGurl... PLATINUM, Aurora, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it- Neil Gaiman.
Who are you to be who you are?-Le'Na Pernell

Oh my God! I was in suspense! You're so mean for ending it like that (JK JK JK) :P But seriously, can't wait for the next part! >.<