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Come and Join Me
by Darth


It is the day after we buried my father. I was overcome with guilt. Although I knew it couldn't have stopped it, I knew that it contributed to his death. If only I hadn't forgotten to turn off the oven. I was to blame for his death and he knew it.

I haven't slept for days but tonight, I hoped since he was at rest, I would get some. I sank my head into the pillow and listened to the wind rustling through the trees. My heavy eyelids were closing when I heard a noise, a noise that sounded like someone was calling my name. My eyes opened blearily and I knew that what I heard next wasn't the wind. There was someone calling me.

“Jamie, come join me, I'm lonely. Come outside, I am just below your window.” Even though I thought I would never hear that voice again, I knew it was my father. I was a little freaked out but I ignored it and went back to sleep.

The next night, just as I was falling asleep, I heard him again, “Jamie, come join me, I'm lonely. I'm waiting just outside the front door.” I was more than freaked but I stayed in bed. This continued for days.

“Jamie, I am at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Jamie, I am in the hallway.”

“I am right outside the bedroom”

Then, on the seventh night, it was the clearest I've ever heard my father's voice saying, “Jamie, I am standing right by your bed.”

The next morning Jamie's mother came into her room to find nothing but a puddle of blood where Jamie had been.

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