Horror story short by Housed & Fed.
Phone Notes:
Day 1: Hello journal it’s me again. I know I haven’t written in you in awhile now but I bought a painting recently. I picked it up yesterday at a local garage sale. The lady that sold it practically handed it to me. Only $1. I can’t believe the price given the quality and the size, it practically covers half of my wall. It’s beautiful. The image is of a girl in the ocean. She’s staring out of the painting. She has vivid blue eyes that seem to follow you. Her beautiful brown hair drapes down onto a satin white gown. The gown extends to her feet, her feet are together and her hands are at her sides. She looks longing. I feel entranced by her. She’s very beautiful. You can make out the outline of her figure under her gown. Whoever painted this was incredibly talented. Even the water looks real around her. I put it next to my tv in the living room. It fits the room nicely and adds a little color to the open white wall. I’ve never really bought art before I’m happy with my first piece.
Day 2: Hi journal, I put day 2 but it’s been a few days. I need to become more consistent with my writing. I’ve just had a hard time sleeping. I’ve been itching like crazy and it’s only in my bed sheets. I went out and bought some new detergent, I hope that helps. It’s so annoying I lay my head down and within seconds my whole body feels like its drying out. I’ve been applying lotion but nothing’s working. Maybe I should go see a dermatologist.
Day 3: Journal, It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep. My body hurts so bad. I can’t place my ear on my pillow without sharp pain, my legs itch and my back is killing. I feel like I just got done fighting. I’m going to try and go back to sleep.
Day 4: I woke up this morning with bruises all over my body. What is going on?
Day 5: Journal, thank god I started writing in you again. It moved, it moved. The painting. I had to check what I wrote. The ladies feet were together and now one foot is forward she took a step. She moved. I took a picture with my phone. I sent it to my family. That’s crazy I’m too much of a skeptic, I’m getting rid of it after I’m done with this note.
Day 6: Journal, Journal! It’s back in my house. I threw it away yesterday. The lady now has her arm outstretched. This thing is definitely haunted. I threw it out yesterday. I’m going to try and burn it. No wonder that old gal sold it to me, this things got to be cursed. The lady’s face in the painting is changing too, she looks mad. I’ll add salt to it and light it on fire. I know that it worked on supernatural.
It’s not burning. Every match I place on it instantly goes out. Like the ocean water is real. I even dumped gas on it and nothing, it burns for a second and then instantly out. What the hell is this thing? I’m driving to the local dump.
Day 7: Hello journal, I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’ve been watching you being used for weeks now. It’s my turn to write to you. I’d like to share a song with you.
Over the hills and through the trees. Comes the mighty ocean breeze. With it brings the sweet call. Of the maidens fair them all. When the sailor pays for thee. He will set the siren free. Now don’t you fret nor you weep. An honorable death is seven fathoms deep.
Thank you my new found sailor. I’m finally free.
Day 8: Hello journal, I’ve met someone new today. He just bought me dinner.
Housed and Fed 