Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection by Tamikio L. Reardon (best ebook reader for ubuntu .TXT) 📕

It was now 10:00 and fully dark. I knew this that’s why I brought a flash light with me. I reached into my pocked and pulled out the mini flash light I went to the kitchen sink and shinned the small light out of the back kitchen window. Sure enough there were still graves out back in the cemetery. I could still see the names engrave on the headstones I swear it seems this place is still in the living. I went back to the door I will go out and look at the graves and headstones maybe they moved the bodies and I could see why they would not move the head stones. There was a strong cold gust of wind hitting me in my face as I opened the back door. “Delilah” I spin around I hear someone calling me….as I looked behind me to see who it was this time I saw no one behind me. I expected to see the old creepy man from last week telling me to stay away from here, but it sounded more like a woman’s voice calling my name. I was so terrified my imagination was starting to get the best of me now. I could not turn back now. I continued with the flash light towards the graves and headstones. There were eight rows and six graves in each of the eight rows. I went to the first row of grave and shinned my flash light over the name of the first one. “ Katherine S. Parker”…..I started to read all the names of the six graves in the first row……no there were only five graves, but then I saw a six one off farther to the end of the first row. The next grave read “Vincent B. Parker” I gasped and stood back away from the graves. So they buried Mr. Parker out here? No wonder why they didn’t have a funeral or nobody seen them take him out of the house. I took a deep breath went to the next grave “Henry C. Parker” so Henry died and was buried here too that would explain why nobody say these people come outside of this house. Katherine S. Parker must have been their mom, but how long as she been dead? Over to the next grave was the fourth one…….oh no……the fourth name on the grave “Kelly Jane Parker” Kelly Jane! Kelly Jane was one of the Parkers! I started to back away from the graves as I turned to run away, a woman’s voice called my name again and this time it was coming from one of the graves. The fifth grave on the end that stood farther away from the others I took a step closer towards it. I shinned my light over the name of the grave…..”Delilah K. Turner” Oh my god! Screaming I turned and ran towards the back kitchen door into the house. Frantically finding my way through the dark kitchen, I stopped in front of the entrance going into the dining room. Finding my way I ran towards the living room area to the front door. I was getting out of this place as I did, a man stood in front of me. Screaming, I stumbled back into one of the couches with the white sheet over it. I focused finally and got a good look at the man

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standing in front of me. It was the creepy old man I saw yesterday who told me to stay away from this place. Standing up on my feet the man came closer to me. “Who the hell are you?” I asked him. ”The man came closer to me with a tortured look on his face. Then it hit me! There were only five graves out back in the first row, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, Henry, and Kelly Jane who apparently is Henry and Harry sister….the last grave had my name on it….what happened to Harry Parker? I looked at the man standing in front of me, now I knew what happened to happened to Harry Parker and why this house is still left the same. It seems that the Parkers never left this house at all they are still here. The old man smiled an eerie smile at me. I continued to back away from him. “So you’re Harry Parker?” The old man dropped the smile and still continued to look at me. “Yes I’m I guess you heard the stories about my family and I?” I could see he was harmless for now I started to relax. “Yea I heard quite a bit” “So Kelly Jane is your sister?””Yes she was.” Nobody ever mentioned that the Parker twins ever had another sibling this explains why she never told me her last name and why she never would let me come over to her house. Shaking my head in disbelief I looked at Harry. He was stilling looking at me waiting for me to say something else. “Katherine was your mother?””Yes she was.”How come the story was never told about Katherine being your mom and Kelly Jane being your sister?” Harry went over to the couch and sat on it relaxing with a sigh. He looked up at me. “Did you get a good look at Katherine and Kelly Jane’s graves?”” I looked at Harry not understanding what he meant. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Please follow me.” I slowly turned around to follow him I could see he was taking me back to the graves in the cemetery. I stopped at the back door. He turned around and saw I was not coming he mentioned for me to come to Katherine’s grave first. Walking over to the grave, he shinned the flash light over her name. “Read all the information on my mother’s grave.” He shinned the light directly over the grave it seems that Katherine died in 1975 which would explain why no one knew her and the Parkers kept to themselves so of course they were not going to talk about her to others. He mentioned again for me follow him to Kelly Jane’s grave……my eyes widened looking up at Harry….”oh no this can’t be right this can’t be!” Harry just stared at me with a blank look. Kelly Jane die in the same year as their mother….I looked at Harry and he smiled at me. “My mother died during child birth having my sister neither one of them made it” Backing completely away from the graves again I had enough it was time to get out of here! I turned to run for the door this time and knew no one was stopping me. “I could hear Harry’s voice behind me calling my name “You can’t leave now! Kelly Jane misses and she needs you back!” blindly I ran through the kitchen into the front door this time I would get out! As I grabbed the door know I stopped suddenly I heard a creaking noise behind me. I turned to look and the sound was coming from the stairwell. Frozen in fear there she was…..Kelly Jane coming down the stairs stopping in front of middle stair she turned toward me looking at me from over the banister. Kelly Jane and her mother died on October 31 1975, Halloween day. So today was the death and birthday of Kelly

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Jane Parker. I just didn’t know what to do or what to say. Finally after seven long years I realize that I was just dealing with a ghost who was long dead before my time. The disappearance of Kelly Jane has finally come to a rest. She stood staring at me from the stairwell all dressed in white with the ghostly figure she really was. She smiled at me with her arm stretched for me to come to her. I started crying and dropped my head I was still in frozen fear unable to move and run out the door. Kelly Jane never said a word to me all I could see was tears running down her eyes she was sad now. All these years I had missed and wondered what happened to my friend now I have finally found her and I missed her so much. I started walking towards the stairwell she grabbed my hand and they were ice cold just as they always had been. We both went upstairs and never came down again.

 

October 31, 2007, “I don’t think I feel like going to Steven Keller’s Party this year””Misty looked at Jeannette and Brittanie they all decided that none of them wanted to go. “This reminds me so much of Delilah I just don’t feel like celebrating Halloween anymore. Misty starting crying uncontrollably and they all hugged each other. Halloween was a tough time of the year for all of them. Seven years from today Delilah K. Turner had disappeared without a trace and nobody has seen or heard from her since. Linda Turner died in 2000 from depression of her missing daughter she would never be here to see Delilah if was to come home. I just knew something was not right when she told me she would met me at the party I knew she was not coming just like the time she went with Kelly Jane and didn’t show up at the party…..all three of the girl looked at one another and stopped crying. “Isn’t strange how Delilah vanished just like Kelly Jane and both within a seven year period?”

 

Harry Parker stood in front of the graves out back in the cemetery. He had thought about how he had to bury his dad and his brother. It was the least he could do he was just returning a favor from what they had did to him. Harry was not in with his dad and his brother at all with this whole ordeal over this house and cemetery. They were both evil and had caused the deaths of his mother and sister. They were both furious that their mother had Kelly Jane by another man. The argument got so heated over the situation that Henry strangled Harry and pushed him down the stairs. Harry threatened to tell what they had done to their mother and sister. He knew this would happen that’s why he did what I did to make myself stronger before they killed and buried him. Harry’s grave is the last one in the eighth row of the back of the cemetery. He knew he had to return a favor to the both of them. Before leaving the cemetery, he walked over to the fifth one and read the headstone. “Delilah K. Turner October 31, 2000 in loving

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memory of a dear and close friend.” As he proceeded to pass the living room to go into the dining room there sat on the couch in front of a warm fire two best friends for ever Kelly Jane and Delilah.

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Marley’s Department Store: Lucy Lovely

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Marley’s Department Store

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L. Reardon

 

“How can I help you?” The woman standing at the cashier register asked as I gazed off into the streets of the department store. “Oh yes sorry I would like to purchase these items please?” The cashier politely grabbed the items and began to ring them up on the cash register. The mall was very crowded that day and busy for a Friday afternoon everyone was just about off work and ready to spend their paychecks. I am really hungry and realized I haven’t had breakfast this morning it was already after noon. Having to pick up something to retain my strength to finish my shopping, I thought I would stop at the stand and pick up a pretzel with cheese and a small coke. As I approached the stand I passed a register