Speaker 1: Welcome listeners to Tales, a podcast that brings your short
stories to life. Do narrations, sound effects, and more. These
stories will be brought to you by different authors with
different writing styles, but with the same spooky vibes. So
lock your doors, check your closets, make certain there's nothing
lurking under your bed, and enjoy there are yours tail.
When I woke up this morning, I found the house
to be empty. It was strange. I seriously doubt that
my family would leave for my aunt's house without me
on Christmas morning. Something wasn't right. All the miscellaneous place
pictures of me that were on the walls and hurt
were gone. All other folders was still in place. Another
thing that struck me as odd was the fact that
there were no gifts that just last night were meticulously
placed under the Christmas tree this morning. What the hell,
I thought to myself. Everything is gone, even the shit
I left on my parents. Just then I heard a low,
got the little growl that made me particularly jump out
of my skin. I quickly turned my head to see
my dog bearing her teeth in a semi defensive position.
She stared at me with a terrified look in her eyes.
As she growled. I took a step towards her, and
she ran into the other room as fast as she could.
She did leave a nice pistain in the carpet, though shit,
I mothered under my breadth. Something definitely isn't right. I
walked through the house and everything was a mess. Tables
and chairs were turned over, and lamps were smashed. It
looked as if a tornado went through the place. I
felt like shit. I guess a good analogy would be
I felt as the house looked. I felt as if
a cement truck had just punched me in the gut.
I went upstairs to go to the bathroom and wash myself.
The small oft cigarette smoke and cheap booze filled the air.
I wondered what was going on in the bathroom. I
looked in the mirror, and I must say I looked
like a picture of to live in dead. I was
as white as freakin' sour cream. My pupils would dilated
to the size I never knew where natural. It was
almost as if my eyes themselves were black. Quite disconcerted,
I walked through the house at a slow pace, taking
my time. I noticed that my father's black suit and
tie were missing. That shouldn't be anything disturbing to me,
but for some reason, I couldn't shake the bad feeling
that was coming from deep within my gut. As I
walked on the stairs, I looked at the window and
noticed that my dad's black Cadillac Convert was missing from
the driveway. So was my mom's christ at three hundred seat.
I was pissed that they just left me alone like this. Whatever,
it was only three miles to my aunt's house. I
put on my jacket. I walk the door quietly, being
careful not to scare my dog more than she already was.
It was a cold day, which was to be expected
on a late December day in Capitol Hill, Boston, Massachusetts.
There was a massive people congregating around the junction around
three blocks away from my house. I couldn't make out
any details, but I could see the outline of a
black car. It had hit the side of a two
family house. The front half of the car was inside
a damned living room. I had a natural aversion of
things like that, so despite being worried about the driver
and the potential passengers, I kept moving. Nothing else seemed
out of the ordinary on my walk just your typical
Bostonian good morning, which is a bump in the shoulder
and any of the several established cusses. I arrived at
my aunt house about two hours after sittinath Yes, I
took my sweet time. Looking in the window, I could
see several family members, Nuclear family included, huddle around the table.
I was mad as hell, but then I took a
good hard look at everyone inside. All of them had
a somber look on their faces for such a joyous holiday.
Each person also had a black suit or dress on.
By then, my anger had faded, and I quietly walked
through the door, as opposed to burst and through it,
which is what I wanted to do at first. As
soon as my foot crossed the dresshole, a bright light
enveloped me. I felt like I was drowned in light,
and then everything went dark. When I came to, I
walked out of my room and there was still nothing
under the tree. Both cars were still gone. I was
more confused than when I woke up this morning. There
was no way my parents would have brought me home
and left me there to go back to my aunt's house.
Decided to go back once again. I put on my
jacket and left the house. I remembered that about three
blocks away there was an accident, and I figured I
wouldn't be a pussy this time and check it out.
The crowd was gone and there were only two squad cars.
One was on a corner and the other was right
next to the crash car. I walked right up to
the car and was disturbed by the feather of the
cop eating a donut and reading. The boss and globe
did not take notice of my presence, despite the fact
that I walked right by them. I dreaded looking inside
the car, and I hesitated for a few minutes. I
wasn't going to let myself just walk away, even though
I felt like I was going to throw up. I
bent over and was horrified to see a bloody pulp
of a man that looked just like me, pinned into
his seat by the dashboard. Blood continued to roll down
his forehead, his hands still clutched the steering wheel, white knuckled,
and a look of horror was still spread across his face.
Rigamortis is a beautiful thing. In a distance, I saw
an ambulance cruising towards the car with light slashing and
the speakers, occasionally letting out a beep or two. In
a state of this belief, I rushed around to the
back of the car, only to be greeted by the
Cadillac Insignia. I rushed to the squad car instead of
yelling at the cop, hoping to get a response. None came.
I ran to the nearby driveway and picked up pebbles
and started throwing them at the cops window. He suddenly
sat up alert and he turned his head in my
direction with a quizzical look on his face. He turned
his head away as if he didn't see me, and
went back to his donut and the morning paper. I
ran as fast as I could, but I only got
a few feet away when I tripped on something. As
I hit the ground and lay there, a bright white
light exactly like the one from before, came over me again.
It all came back to me in a flash out
of the driveway, went into the red light, worried that
I would be late get in tea done by the
damn kia. Shielded my face with my hands from the
shattered glass, trying desperately to gain control of the car again.
Go into the wall of the two families, being pinned
to my seat by the dashboard, and finally choken on
my blood as it welled up in my lungs. When
I woke up this morning, I found the house to
be empty. It was strange. I seriously doubt that my
family would leave for my aunt's house without me on
Christmas morning. Something wasn't right. All the miscellaneous placed pictures
of me that wore on the walls and hurt were gone.
All other folders were still in place. Another thing that
struck me as odd was the fact that there were
no gifts that just last night were meticulously placed under
the Christmas tree this morning.
Speaker 2: Mary, Christmas, Merry Christmas, every one.
Speaker 1: There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads. They're busy
building toys, and absolutely no one's dead. Twenty twenty four
has been a crazy but a great year. I hope
it has treated you well, or rather much better than
the people in these stories. But I digress. A new
year is among us, so I wanted to wish my
listeners a merry but spooky Christmas and a safe New Year's.
Thank you for listening to the Tales podcast. Until next
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