"Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place where we find the deepest heartache." Iyanla Vanzant.
Mr Mason,a real estate agent and his wife Mrs. Mason a former small cake shop owner and now new to the unemployed scene and also the maternal one as she carries their first child. They have been living in a quiet neighborhood for close to four years now, an upper class rural area surrounded by beautiful greenery and where it always seemed like the sun shines. The only disturbance would be the daily melody of the ice cream man casually drifting through the suburb to be met by a horde of smiling children. Family car's were as common as the sound of another bottle of wine being opened to dump your problems in, just your typical suburban housing estate.
6 months ago,
Mr.Mason just got a job promotion which entailed showing newlyweds properties and also spending time with them introducing them to the area, like a local tour guide. Every family was met with a gleeful smile and then shown around exactly as it said on the leaflet, Mr. Mason would then return home hours later crack open a beer and eventually slumber up to bed as quietly as possible.
"Another late one" Mrs Mason groans as she stirs in the bed rubbing her pregnant stomach, Mr.Mason hesitantly responds "You know how it is, since I got this promotion it's more hours and it's just temporary until the baby arrives".
This was the pattern that ensued nightly over the coming weeks.
As the week's went by Mrs Mason became suspicious about her husband as the time he arrived home was getting later and later and he always carried a small luggage bag when he set off in the morning. She had an idea, her friend from college had a younger sister who just newly got married and she suggested that they move to her area as it was a nice and quiet and also ideal to start a family. The arrangements were made and over one summer's day Mr Mason gave the newlywed's the tour of the area and properties as advertised.
2 weeks later,
Mrs Mason received a call from her college friend. "Has my sister been in touch with you by any chance recently"
"No....why do you ask" Mrs Mason replies looking confused.
"I just haven't heard from her since she moved up close to you, I text and rang but got no answer, I mean at first i thought it was just she was busy with moving in but its been 2 weeks now"
" I gotta go i'll call you back" she slams down the phone, her mind racing wondering what happened when her husband met with her friend's sister and if everything did indeed go "smoothly" as she was told.
The next morning when Mr.Mason set out for work Mrs Mason decided to follow him, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she lurked in the distance as if stalking her prey. House by house went by and she thought that maybe it's just paranoia due to some kind of pregnant hormonal reaction, until the last house as Mr Mason spent particularly long inside and left alone. Mrs Mason decided to enter the house when he left only to be stunned by the shock horror that she saw......to be continued!!!!!!
Writing has always been a hidden hobby for me developed somewhere in the subconscious of my upbringing as i'm sure it is for many of you.So that's why i have created this blog to delve deep into the human psyche and see what hidden ideas lay in there. All these short horror/urban legends stories are my own unless stated otherwise, enjoy and feel free to message me with feedback or ideas of your own.
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Folklore of the Mind is just a name I chose, basically because I want people to use creative stories from their own minds. This isn't entirely dedicated to folklore as the name suggests, there will be all kinds of post's on my blog including folklore, urban legends, horror stories both short and long, myth's, creepy poems, flash fiction and creepypasta's.
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