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Keyboards and Ghosts

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I've always been able to control my dreams, but these one's? These ones were different.

It was a dreary day, no sun, just mean ol' clouds and a light rain. It brought down my spirits for the day, but it was only Tuesday, so there wasn't much of my spirits in the first place. I had a rough night by myself the night before, working the late shift at Quadax. This building was awesome, but it was huge and scary at night, with all its windows and half the building in total blackness. Not my cup of tea. I'm scared of the dark, so I'd just usually blast the music in my ears and work all the patient's cases that need to be completed off work lists before the day ends. Working with breast cancer patients, I never thought I'd be doing this. Anyway, I was still in high school, but the high school was just down the street from Quadax, kind of like Polaris. Walking to school by myself was lonely, but it made me think about the night before and how strange my computer was acting. They had put me on this really old computer, you know, like the big chunky tan ones everyone had as their "first" computer. At least, that's what my family had at first. They put me on this thing because the nice computer I was at, well, an old lady before me spilled her coffee all over the keyboard, damn old lady. And even though this is a computer based workplace, they for some reason did not have another keyboard for me to use with this nicer computer at the time. This old computer, its keyboard kept unplugged. Every half hour, I would have to plug it back it. I thought maybe the jack was loose. Technology like this isn't supposed to last, so I forgave it since it wasn't the keyboards fault. Stupid manufactures. I went to get dinner from a vending machine in the kitchen, and when I came back, the damn keyboard was on the floor.
"What the hell…" I said to myself. Is somebody playing a trick on me? I thought this over and over, and I was pretty sure Mary Anne had told me there was no one else in the building with me tonight. I soon quickly forgot about it as the cases on my list grew, and I had to work faster. I was thinking about all this when suddenly a guy bumped me with his shoulder as he walked past, splashing me as he went along. This guy, I had never seen him at my school before. He had long dreads with big gauges in his ears. He was listening to really loud music on really big headphones. I heard the beats and horns of Ska, and forgave him for splashing me. As I'm two driveways down from the school, I stepped on a rectangular box, but this wasn't just any box. It was a gosh darn keyboard. It was MY keyboard, from last night.
"WHY? Why in the world is this here?! And how the heck did it get here?!" I freaked myself out a little as I held up the muddy wet keyboard in disgust.
"I guess I'll just take it back to work with me, whenever that will be." So, I stuff it in my backpack and run the rest of the way to school. I put my backpack and that damn keyboard in my locker and go through my school day, fast forward.
It's the next day and the weather is exactly the same. I stop into Shaker's IGA for breakfast before school, and get some eggs. Mmm, my favorite. As I'm walking and eating my eggs, up ahead I see a tan rectangle on the street.
"No… It couldn't be…" Yes, it was the keyboard. I'm really freaked out, so much as to drop my eggs and run as fast as I can to this keyboard and pick it up, only to throw it in the dumpster next to the school. Again, my day fast forwards and I'm at the next morning.
The weather is even worse now, with showers and thunderstorms. I've got a little umbrella, with holes in it. I look up and wonder why I even have this thing. The guy with the dreads from the other day finds me walking to school and starts talking to me.
"Hey, I always see you walking to school at the same time as me, so we can walk together." This seems forceful, but it's a dream, so I don't question it. As I'm about to ask him what his name was and what music he was listening to, he steps on the keyboard. In the same spot. Second driveway away from the school.
"What the hell?!?! This thing is following me!!" The guy looks at me like I'm crazy.
"What are you talking about?" He picks up the keyboard.
"This thing?"
"Yes!" I say, out of breathe. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"This is the third day I've experienced this keyboard showing up here. The same exact keyboard. In the street. This is my keyboard from work." The guy gives me a silly grin and puts the keyboard in his backpack.
"We should solve this mystery!" He says jokingly. I roll my eyes as we walk to school. When we get inside, there's a huge black sign that had a bunch of listed names on it.
"What's this for?" As we get in the horde and try to see what it is. I watch as the guy pushes into a ton of people, knocking them over. He comes back at stares at me.
"What's your name?" He asks me in a quiet tone.
"Courtney?" He gives me a scared look, points to the number one spot on the list, and vanishes.
It's after school now, and I'm at home. I'm looking all over my house, just to find that no one else is there. I get scared as the night grows older. I head over to my neighbor's house. I needed to tell someone about this. I never figured out what that list was. It just made me panic. I found my neighbor mom making dinner and the smells filled my nose. These smells would normally make me hungry, but now they just made me feel sick, since I was upset from what's been happening. She looked busy, so I went down the hallway to Tyler's room. I don't know why I didn't knock; I just opened the door and found him and his girlfriend, who I still have yet to meet, talking about ghosts.
"Hi Tyler, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, what is it? What's wrong?" He says with a worried look on his face.
"I've been seeing the same exact keyboard at the same exact place every single day for three days now. I walk to school and it's just laying there at the second driveway away from the school. I pick it up every time, and take it with me. Only for it to be there again the next morning." I start to quicken my words and start to panic thinking about it.
"It's crazy, it's a fucking keyboard. It's like it's haunting me!" I start to scream.
"Why is this happening?! I don't understand! It's not even on the sidewalk, it's in the street! You'd think that it would get run over by a car, but no!" Tears start falling down my face and Tyler stops me. He gives me a stern look.
"I think you should get a good night sleep… He gives me a pat on the back and I'm suddenly in Devin's room lying on her floor in a sleeping bag. Her and her friend are sound asleep in her bed. I look around and feel myself getting really tired. I think about what had just happened, I stupid I must have looked, going on about such crazy things. I drift into sleep… And then I abruptly sit up from slumber in a panic. I feel eyes on me. Cold eyes. I look over and Devin and her friend, they are still sound asleep. I turn my head slightly, and get a cold shiver down my spine. I see something in the mirror. A glowing blue figure. I dare look longer and it stares back at me. A man. An older looking man with a white beard. Not Santa looking though, he looked too creepy for that. He had a fishing hat on, and had a pipe. His overcoat was long and came out of the mirror and draped over the wall. I turn around and quickly shake Devin awake.
"Devin! Devin!" I whisper. She opens her eyes and looks down at me sleepily.
"Devin, look at your mirror…" She looks, her eyes get bigger and you can see the fear building up in them.
"Uncle… That's my uncle" She looks back at me as I slowly curl into a ball in the sleeping bag, covering my head and still staring back at Devin. Her eyes slowly look back at the ghost, and her face was stuck with a look of fear. She lip says, "I'm sorry" to me and my heart jumps. I wonder why she says this… But then I realize what was happening. My leg got stepped on, and it hurt real badly. The foot slid off my covers and then my hand was somehow out of the covers and was being pulled on, it was a harsh pull and it hurt. I saw blue glowing around my hand and I understood that it was the ghost that was pulling on me. Devin's friend was experiencing the same fate, but worse. She started screaming, but it was soon muffled by a ghost's hand. I was so scared, and for some reason I couldn't get out of this dream. Almost like it had a purpose, like I needed to see it and experience it. I didn't understand why this ghost attacked us and not Devin. I wondered this has it was happening and wondered when I could have control of my dreams again. I felt a serious jab in my side and the hand grasping mine got so tight it almost broke my hand. I finally slip out of this dream and wake up in a panic in my dorm room. I sit up, in fear of the dark and quickly turn on my lava lamp and lightning dolphin. I sit there and think about the dream.
"Why couldn't I control that dream… I can usually get out of scary situations such as that one as soon as I want… But it was like I was stuck there." I say to myself. I decided I wasn't going back to sleep and I got up… And wrote this short story. Hope you enjoyed!
This is a dream I just had about an hour ago. Instead of sleeping again, I wrote it. I was freaked out. I've always wanted to do this with dreams like this.
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