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Happy Birthday the horror story
Introduction
Today's my birthday. November 1st. I am turning 15. I walked down the stairs, I had awoken to the smell of sizzling bacon. My mother was cooking breakfast and my little brother just barely turned 5 himself was playing with his tonka truck on the brown stained carpet. It was 8 in the morning and I had just missed my father leaving for work.
¨Hey Sammara can you please set the table¨ Of course I obliged and started to place the plates on the table.
Once I finished I walked back up the stairs to my bedroom to get dressed. I had assumed that today we were going to do something special. But when I walked downstairs my mom had asked me why I was all dressed up. And that is when I noticed she was still in her pajamas and so was my little brother. And instead of shouting at my mom I just sat down at the table and ate the almost burnt bacon and toast off of my plate. When I was done I went back up to my room. I put on my deep blue headphones and turned the music so loud that I couldn't hear my brother's tantrums. I stayed in my room for most of the day waiting to hear a knock on the door and for my mom to say that she was sorry for forgetting my birthday. But it wasn´t until the next morning that my mom had realized that the day before was my birthday.
The next year
I walked down the stairs and found my little brother playing with my hairbrush. I had left it on the table this morning. My parents were in the back of the house in the kitchen arguing about how my father doesn't want me to leave. They have been going like that for the past several days or weeks I don't even remember at this point. They said they were planning on getting a divorce and how my mom is going to move to washington. And my father said a few nights ago
¨Samara it's up to you if you wanna go with your mom to washington or stay here in california with me and your brother¨.
It was Both the biggest and easiest decision I had ever made.
A year before my friend Annie had moved to washington. So I decided to go with my mother. After that conversation with my parents I called Annie and started to pack. And today is the day me and my mom leave for washington. I grabbed my hairbrush and got into the car. My father was holding my little brother's hand and waving us goodbye as we pulled out of the driveway. Of course this was a year ago. Now my mom is married to my step father and I also have a stepbrother that's around the same age as me.
2 days before my birthday
When me and my mom moved to washington we moved into a two bed two bath house. The kitchen was smaller than the one we had in California but for me and my mom it did fine. Since we moved here during the fall months I had to start a new school year with new people. The only person I would know at the school is my Neighbor Annie. It did not take long for me to make new friends and soon enough my friend Samuels father became interested in my mother and eventually a year later they got married. At first it was weird as moving in with one of your friends should be. But eventually it became the new normal and I adapted. My only hope for this year is that my mother remembers my birthday. It is only two days away after all. This year my birthday falls on a sunday. And right now it's friday afternoon and I just got home from school. As soon as I got home I rushed up the stairs to call my father to see how far away he was.
¨Hey, Samara¨ My dad said with a slight sorrowful sound in his voice
¨How far away are you?¨
¨About that, your brother was throwing tantrums and we left a lot later than I thought we were going too and so instead of getting there in the morning it might be more towards the night¨
¨Ok” I said depressingly
¨Love you, talk later I gotta get movin again¨
¨Love you too¨
When we moved I didn't take much. I took some of my clothes and a couple other things like my blue headphones and my hairbrush. And although that doesn't seem like much for someone who moved from one state to another, it's all I need. I put on my headphones once again and listened to music and started to color. A half hour later my mother called me downstairs and Annie was standing in the doorway. Even though she's my neighbor she brought her rose red suitcase. She let go of it and we started to run towards each other like we haven't seen each other for a week even though I saw her earlier this morning. My mom went back to making her homemade mac and cheese for dinner while I showed Annie to my room.
Since me and my mom moved in with Samuel and his father we now have a 3 bed two bath home. Samuel was nice and let me have the bigger room. When we moved in the walls were plain white and the hardwood floors made the room feel cold. But when we started to move furniture in the room felt less cold and plain looking. 3 out of the 4 walls are still white but now 1 is a dark pastel blue. Before Annie came over I had forgotten to clean my room. So now there is still take out chinese containers on my desk and dirty clothes on the floor.
¨Dont worry about it, if you think this is messy you should see my room¨
¨It can't be that bad¨
I walked over to my desk and grabbed a tissue. I then ran down the stairs and went into the garage to search for the blow up mattress. When looking for the mattress I found a box labeled - Photo Albums -. Inside was an album with the year 2000 written on the cover. There was only 6 or 7 photos inside. But all the photos had pictures of my parents with a child around age 5 with long black hair that coverd 1 side of her face in one particular photo they were standing right outside of my fathers house. What freaked me out the most is that in 2000 I was age five and looked kinda like her with the same color of gray eyes and both of us had large lips in comparison to our face. I started to hear the floorboards creek slowly towards the door so I quickly took the one photo that's outside my father's home and put the photo album and box away. Then I placed the photo in my sweatshirt pocket.
"Hey samara, you get lost"
" oh gosh, you scared me"
"Sorry, dinner will be ready in 10 just thought I should let you know"
"Thankyou"
My mom then left the garage leaving me to think about the photograph.
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After dinner me and Annie went up to my room. The blowup mattress now blown up lays next to my bed. And the clothes that were strewn about on the floor are now in a white basket standing in front of my bed. After dinner my nose became very runny and red. There were a lot of cheap white tissues lying in a pile inside my trash can that my nose should be non-existent but instead it's just very itchy and scratchy. I went back downstairs to the garage to get my humidifier to see if it was the dry air of fall and the dying leaves making my nose stuffy.
1 day before my birthday
I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach and very hot. Annie who fell asleep on my bed had woken up with a stuffy nose and dry eyes. When my mom came into my room to wake us up she was as confused as me. Wondering how I had gotten sick. She took my temperature and turns out I was running a fever of 102.8 and Annie had a fever of 101.2. My mother told me to quarantine in my room with Annie and to let it pass. But then I remembered the photo that I put inside my night stand drawer. Although sick I still felt well enough to figure out this mystery. I went to search for a photo of me around the time. I remembered that I had a photo album inside my desk. Once I found it I took a photo of me with my mother and father when we were standing in front of my fathers house. When I put the two photos side to side I was shocked by the resemblance between me and this seemingly random girl. The only thing different between us was are hair. From the little I could see mine was blond and straight hers looked vanta black and curly. Annie had fallen back to sleep. I slowly realized that I was getting drowsy myself and although trying to keep myself awake I fell asleep with the photo of the girl in my hand.
I heard somebody knock on my door. I peeked my head up, looked around and didn't hear another knock so I went back to sleep. Either a few minutes or hours later I heard another knock but this time I was already partly awake so I sat up on the blow up mattress and said who's there.
¨Hey, Samara¨ It was my father. He sounded sadder than usual realizing that I really was sick and not just nervous.
¨I really wish I could hug you right now¨ I said back trying to keep my cough in to not worry my father.
¨Same here. Just sleep up ok? And hope you're better tomorrow¨
¨Love you!¨
In that moment I would have hugged him; it might have been the last one I got. The rest of the day was one sleepy blur. I kept waking up every so often to eat and stay hydrated. Sometime during the day I had started throwing up. And also had to wake up to get a new towel.
My B-day
I woke up in my room still ill but even worse than yesterday. And telling by the expression on Annie's face and how many times she entered the bathroom in the last hour alone tells me she's feeling worse as well. A little bit after my mom heard us stirring in my room she knocked on my door full of excitement but to bad her happy feelings were headed for a dead end.
¨Samara wake up! It's your birthday aren't you excited?¨
I wish I could be happy that it's my birthday but being sick and being reminded of that is just terrible. When my mom didn't hear me answering her she opened the door to see me still lying on the floor sick and groggily. WIth my nose redder and dryer than it looked yesterday and the dried throw up on the corners of my mouth. She then turned around, walked back out the door and went to talk to I assume my father. When she came back she had a thermometer and 2 cold wash clothes she had thrown into the freezer last night. When my mom checked both of our temperatures she found that they had risen 3 degrees since last morning.
¨Hey mom, Thanks for remembering¨ I said while she set the washcloths on the counter as not to get infected herself.
¨When you get better we can go and do something¨
I wanted to tell her that her remembering is all I needed for my birthday. And that I don't need an expensive gift or any gift, just her. But before I could she shut the door to my room.
Me and Annie sat in my room talking about what I don't know we were both in a feverish haze. My mom kept checking in on us periodically through the day and with doing so she became very worried. I was also getting worried. We weren't getting better are body ached and we barely moved beside getting up to use the bathroom. I heard my parents arguing a lot bickering back and forth about what they should do. And if I was asked which side I was on in this argument I would choose my fathers because although I love my mom she thinks she can make be better all by herself but this time I don't think she can.
¨Can you guys stop arguing!¨ I shouted from my room thinking back to almost just a year or two ago.
¨Sorry sweetie¨
¨Can you just get the doctor. Please¨ Although I didn't feel upset I noticed a small wine in my voice as I said please.
Later that day I started to feel better and worse at the same time. My body felt better but my head started to feel like I was scuba diving lower than I should be. When I went to the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror noticing that my nose became less inflamed and my eyes became less dry. But I also noticed that my blond roots had become darker. They were turning into a dark black color. I kept staring at myself in the mirror watching my hair turn from blond to black in a span of a few minutes. I started to brush my hair to see if I was seeing things. But when I brushed my hair it only confirmed what I had known. I could see a layer of black hair on top of what used to be my blond hair. Annie was asleep so she didn't notice when I walked out of the bathroom that I wasn't feeling myself. I started to go through motions but it felt like I was watching through my eyes but not controlling what I was doing. Then I heard a knock on the door too heavy to be my mothers or fathers.
¨Who is it?¨
¨Hello Samara, I am Dr.Reynold, may I come in?¨
¨Yes let me get the door¨
I didn't want to get up still feeling fuzzy. But I watched like a foreigner in my body get up, pointed her hands spread flat at the door and blew it open. I noticed a face of realization from my mom with her slightly opened mouth. My father wasn't confused either. Like they knew this was going to happen all along. I also saw the photo of the girl with black hair on the coffee table in the living room realizing that now that's who I am.
¨Hey, Mother and Father¨
¨Hello blair¨ My mother said with frustration
¨Why did you lock me in this girls brain¨
¨We didn't. You did it to yourself. It's also her body not yours¨
¨Well now it's mine again¨
¨Blair wait!¨ My father yelped
She stopped in her tracks to turn around and face him.
¨Why should I wait! I´ve been a prisoner and now she is. It's my turn to play¨
Then a car pulled into the driveway. And I realized Samuel just came home. They had told him to stay a couple extra nights but didn't give him a reason why.
¨Whos that?¨
¨Samuel don´t come in! Stay outside!¨ His father screamed
She opened the door and once again reached her hand out and held Samuel against the wall and then let him fall to the ground. I started to try and fight. To try and get a message to my parents if they even care about me after talking about me like i´m just a sack of meat. In the end she won the battle but not the war. But she only defeated me after I said one last thing.
¨I´m still here¨ Then I was trapped again. A prisoner in my own brain.
© Caitlin
Today's my birthday. November 1st. I am turning 15. I walked down the stairs, I had awoken to the smell of sizzling bacon. My mother was cooking breakfast and my little brother just barely turned 5 himself was playing with his tonka truck on the brown stained carpet. It was 8 in the morning and I had just missed my father leaving for work.
¨Hey Sammara can you please set the table¨ Of course I obliged and started to place the plates on the table.
Once I finished I walked back up the stairs to my bedroom to get dressed. I had assumed that today we were going to do something special. But when I walked downstairs my mom had asked me why I was all dressed up. And that is when I noticed she was still in her pajamas and so was my little brother. And instead of shouting at my mom I just sat down at the table and ate the almost burnt bacon and toast off of my plate. When I was done I went back up to my room. I put on my deep blue headphones and turned the music so loud that I couldn't hear my brother's tantrums. I stayed in my room for most of the day waiting to hear a knock on the door and for my mom to say that she was sorry for forgetting my birthday. But it wasn´t until the next morning that my mom had realized that the day before was my birthday.
The next year
I walked down the stairs and found my little brother playing with my hairbrush. I had left it on the table this morning. My parents were in the back of the house in the kitchen arguing about how my father doesn't want me to leave. They have been going like that for the past several days or weeks I don't even remember at this point. They said they were planning on getting a divorce and how my mom is going to move to washington. And my father said a few nights ago
¨Samara it's up to you if you wanna go with your mom to washington or stay here in california with me and your brother¨.
It was Both the biggest and easiest decision I had ever made.
A year before my friend Annie had moved to washington. So I decided to go with my mother. After that conversation with my parents I called Annie and started to pack. And today is the day me and my mom leave for washington. I grabbed my hairbrush and got into the car. My father was holding my little brother's hand and waving us goodbye as we pulled out of the driveway. Of course this was a year ago. Now my mom is married to my step father and I also have a stepbrother that's around the same age as me.
2 days before my birthday
When me and my mom moved to washington we moved into a two bed two bath house. The kitchen was smaller than the one we had in California but for me and my mom it did fine. Since we moved here during the fall months I had to start a new school year with new people. The only person I would know at the school is my Neighbor Annie. It did not take long for me to make new friends and soon enough my friend Samuels father became interested in my mother and eventually a year later they got married. At first it was weird as moving in with one of your friends should be. But eventually it became the new normal and I adapted. My only hope for this year is that my mother remembers my birthday. It is only two days away after all. This year my birthday falls on a sunday. And right now it's friday afternoon and I just got home from school. As soon as I got home I rushed up the stairs to call my father to see how far away he was.
¨Hey, Samara¨ My dad said with a slight sorrowful sound in his voice
¨How far away are you?¨
¨About that, your brother was throwing tantrums and we left a lot later than I thought we were going too and so instead of getting there in the morning it might be more towards the night¨
¨Ok” I said depressingly
¨Love you, talk later I gotta get movin again¨
¨Love you too¨
When we moved I didn't take much. I took some of my clothes and a couple other things like my blue headphones and my hairbrush. And although that doesn't seem like much for someone who moved from one state to another, it's all I need. I put on my headphones once again and listened to music and started to color. A half hour later my mother called me downstairs and Annie was standing in the doorway. Even though she's my neighbor she brought her rose red suitcase. She let go of it and we started to run towards each other like we haven't seen each other for a week even though I saw her earlier this morning. My mom went back to making her homemade mac and cheese for dinner while I showed Annie to my room.
Since me and my mom moved in with Samuel and his father we now have a 3 bed two bath home. Samuel was nice and let me have the bigger room. When we moved in the walls were plain white and the hardwood floors made the room feel cold. But when we started to move furniture in the room felt less cold and plain looking. 3 out of the 4 walls are still white but now 1 is a dark pastel blue. Before Annie came over I had forgotten to clean my room. So now there is still take out chinese containers on my desk and dirty clothes on the floor.
¨Dont worry about it, if you think this is messy you should see my room¨
¨It can't be that bad¨
I walked over to my desk and grabbed a tissue. I then ran down the stairs and went into the garage to search for the blow up mattress. When looking for the mattress I found a box labeled - Photo Albums -. Inside was an album with the year 2000 written on the cover. There was only 6 or 7 photos inside. But all the photos had pictures of my parents with a child around age 5 with long black hair that coverd 1 side of her face in one particular photo they were standing right outside of my fathers house. What freaked me out the most is that in 2000 I was age five and looked kinda like her with the same color of gray eyes and both of us had large lips in comparison to our face. I started to hear the floorboards creek slowly towards the door so I quickly took the one photo that's outside my father's home and put the photo album and box away. Then I placed the photo in my sweatshirt pocket.
"Hey samara, you get lost"
" oh gosh, you scared me"
"Sorry, dinner will be ready in 10 just thought I should let you know"
"Thankyou"
My mom then left the garage leaving me to think about the photograph.
------------
After dinner me and Annie went up to my room. The blowup mattress now blown up lays next to my bed. And the clothes that were strewn about on the floor are now in a white basket standing in front of my bed. After dinner my nose became very runny and red. There were a lot of cheap white tissues lying in a pile inside my trash can that my nose should be non-existent but instead it's just very itchy and scratchy. I went back downstairs to the garage to get my humidifier to see if it was the dry air of fall and the dying leaves making my nose stuffy.
1 day before my birthday
I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach and very hot. Annie who fell asleep on my bed had woken up with a stuffy nose and dry eyes. When my mom came into my room to wake us up she was as confused as me. Wondering how I had gotten sick. She took my temperature and turns out I was running a fever of 102.8 and Annie had a fever of 101.2. My mother told me to quarantine in my room with Annie and to let it pass. But then I remembered the photo that I put inside my night stand drawer. Although sick I still felt well enough to figure out this mystery. I went to search for a photo of me around the time. I remembered that I had a photo album inside my desk. Once I found it I took a photo of me with my mother and father when we were standing in front of my fathers house. When I put the two photos side to side I was shocked by the resemblance between me and this seemingly random girl. The only thing different between us was are hair. From the little I could see mine was blond and straight hers looked vanta black and curly. Annie had fallen back to sleep. I slowly realized that I was getting drowsy myself and although trying to keep myself awake I fell asleep with the photo of the girl in my hand.
I heard somebody knock on my door. I peeked my head up, looked around and didn't hear another knock so I went back to sleep. Either a few minutes or hours later I heard another knock but this time I was already partly awake so I sat up on the blow up mattress and said who's there.
¨Hey, Samara¨ It was my father. He sounded sadder than usual realizing that I really was sick and not just nervous.
¨I really wish I could hug you right now¨ I said back trying to keep my cough in to not worry my father.
¨Same here. Just sleep up ok? And hope you're better tomorrow¨
¨Love you!¨
In that moment I would have hugged him; it might have been the last one I got. The rest of the day was one sleepy blur. I kept waking up every so often to eat and stay hydrated. Sometime during the day I had started throwing up. And also had to wake up to get a new towel.
My B-day
I woke up in my room still ill but even worse than yesterday. And telling by the expression on Annie's face and how many times she entered the bathroom in the last hour alone tells me she's feeling worse as well. A little bit after my mom heard us stirring in my room she knocked on my door full of excitement but to bad her happy feelings were headed for a dead end.
¨Samara wake up! It's your birthday aren't you excited?¨
I wish I could be happy that it's my birthday but being sick and being reminded of that is just terrible. When my mom didn't hear me answering her she opened the door to see me still lying on the floor sick and groggily. WIth my nose redder and dryer than it looked yesterday and the dried throw up on the corners of my mouth. She then turned around, walked back out the door and went to talk to I assume my father. When she came back she had a thermometer and 2 cold wash clothes she had thrown into the freezer last night. When my mom checked both of our temperatures she found that they had risen 3 degrees since last morning.
¨Hey mom, Thanks for remembering¨ I said while she set the washcloths on the counter as not to get infected herself.
¨When you get better we can go and do something¨
I wanted to tell her that her remembering is all I needed for my birthday. And that I don't need an expensive gift or any gift, just her. But before I could she shut the door to my room.
Me and Annie sat in my room talking about what I don't know we were both in a feverish haze. My mom kept checking in on us periodically through the day and with doing so she became very worried. I was also getting worried. We weren't getting better are body ached and we barely moved beside getting up to use the bathroom. I heard my parents arguing a lot bickering back and forth about what they should do. And if I was asked which side I was on in this argument I would choose my fathers because although I love my mom she thinks she can make be better all by herself but this time I don't think she can.
¨Can you guys stop arguing!¨ I shouted from my room thinking back to almost just a year or two ago.
¨Sorry sweetie¨
¨Can you just get the doctor. Please¨ Although I didn't feel upset I noticed a small wine in my voice as I said please.
Later that day I started to feel better and worse at the same time. My body felt better but my head started to feel like I was scuba diving lower than I should be. When I went to the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror noticing that my nose became less inflamed and my eyes became less dry. But I also noticed that my blond roots had become darker. They were turning into a dark black color. I kept staring at myself in the mirror watching my hair turn from blond to black in a span of a few minutes. I started to brush my hair to see if I was seeing things. But when I brushed my hair it only confirmed what I had known. I could see a layer of black hair on top of what used to be my blond hair. Annie was asleep so she didn't notice when I walked out of the bathroom that I wasn't feeling myself. I started to go through motions but it felt like I was watching through my eyes but not controlling what I was doing. Then I heard a knock on the door too heavy to be my mothers or fathers.
¨Who is it?¨
¨Hello Samara, I am Dr.Reynold, may I come in?¨
¨Yes let me get the door¨
I didn't want to get up still feeling fuzzy. But I watched like a foreigner in my body get up, pointed her hands spread flat at the door and blew it open. I noticed a face of realization from my mom with her slightly opened mouth. My father wasn't confused either. Like they knew this was going to happen all along. I also saw the photo of the girl with black hair on the coffee table in the living room realizing that now that's who I am.
¨Hey, Mother and Father¨
¨Hello blair¨ My mother said with frustration
¨Why did you lock me in this girls brain¨
¨We didn't. You did it to yourself. It's also her body not yours¨
¨Well now it's mine again¨
¨Blair wait!¨ My father yelped
She stopped in her tracks to turn around and face him.
¨Why should I wait! I´ve been a prisoner and now she is. It's my turn to play¨
Then a car pulled into the driveway. And I realized Samuel just came home. They had told him to stay a couple extra nights but didn't give him a reason why.
¨Whos that?¨
¨Samuel don´t come in! Stay outside!¨ His father screamed
She opened the door and once again reached her hand out and held Samuel against the wall and then let him fall to the ground. I started to try and fight. To try and get a message to my parents if they even care about me after talking about me like i´m just a sack of meat. In the end she won the battle but not the war. But she only defeated me after I said one last thing.
¨I´m still here¨ Then I was trapped again. A prisoner in my own brain.
© Caitlin
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