“Oh, I just can’t wait to get to the warehouse.” Said ten year old Sindy Harper. Sindy and her friends Beth Johnson. Talia Cooper, Tom Husk, Brad Ford, and Jason Fisher were going to an old Sacramento warehouse said to be haunted because several people reported ghost sightings there.
Sindy and her friends arrived at the warehouse and began to look around when all of a sudden there sounded a long howl that sent every body but Tom flying out of the building. Every one thought it was Tom so they went back inside. A little later every body went home sad because they had found nothing. But they decided to to keep investigating the town, the people and the warehouse.
The next day they all went back to the warehouse. What could be lurking in an old warehouse they thought as they entered one of it’s dark empty rooms. The next thing they new they heard a a door slam and the room became pitch black, Sindy and Jason quickly ran to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. They all wondered who locked the door, was it a human or a ghost!?
Meanwhile their moms walked the floor while their dads tried to form search parties.
Back at the warehouse sindy and her friends were having a scary encounter with the so called ghost. The ghost walked up to Sindy and said “Say your prayers, because this is the last breath you’ll ever breathe again!”
Then he pulled off the mask and sheets that made him look like a ghost to reveal nobody but Marcus Flench an escaped convict from the Sacramento prison. He had been put away for life for murder, theft, and a whole bunch of other sick crimes. He held up a gun and was just about to shoot them when.....Their parents with some police and police dogs barged in and apprehended Marcus Flench So Called Ghost, AKA: felon!
Later that day Marcus Flench was a jailbird once again, and we were safe at home. I think we’ve had enough danger for a few years or longer, so don’t expect to hear about us for a long time. Case closed. This is Sindy Harper over and out
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
Sindy Harper #1: Case of the Strange Writing (from the preteen years when I didn't know how to spell "cindy")
It was a normal day, Dad had just finished jury duty. Mom and Dad left me and my brother Jake, home alone, so they could pick up the car from the shop. When they came back everything was still normal. Or was it?
Dad had to go to San Francisco on a job meeting, just as he was driving out of the garage he noticed some drawing on the garage door, but he only had time to tell Mom to call the police. When Dad left no one was around, or was there? Behind the bushes a gang member hid watching, waiting, and listening but he ran away when he heard the police were coming.
The policeman arrived and read the writing, he said “Crip Cuzz” ment friend of a gang. He said he couldn’t read the other words but would send some one over who could.
Later that day Mom called the police to see if they had sent any one over, they said they did. They also said the person the sent could not decipher the writing. But had he ever come to the house?
I asked if Beth, Talia, Brad, Tom, and Jason and I could investigate in the park across the street. Mom said we could but if we saw any one we were to come right back, we said we would. That night we went to the park at dusk, we looked around no one was there, we were about to leave when we saw a small light flicker. We were just about to decide whether or not we should leave. I said “ We didn’t really see any one, did we?” but Beth said “ A person had to be making the light.” When some thing hit us all on the head. The next thing we knew we were tied to a tree and gagged! ‘Will any one find us before dark?’ were our exact thoughts.
Fortunately My west highland terrier, Pup had secretly followed us and now had run home to get my parents. Once at home Pup made himself a pest jumping, and licking and pulling people’s pants legs. Mom and Dad knew he didn’t usually act like that, that and he had followed us to the park, and would whenever leave by himself followed him back to the park.
When they found us they quickly untied the ropes and asked us what happened. We told them all we new ending with at least we saw their faces while they were tying us up.
Later that day we all went to the police station and found up that the police who was supposed to have come to our house was a gang member. He had gotten a job with the police because he lied and used a fake identity. The police also found out that his gang made some of their members get job in the law so that they could pull strings and get the other members out of trouble. Oh yeah, he and the rest of his gang are behind bars! Or are they?
Dad had to go to San Francisco on a job meeting, just as he was driving out of the garage he noticed some drawing on the garage door, but he only had time to tell Mom to call the police. When Dad left no one was around, or was there? Behind the bushes a gang member hid watching, waiting, and listening but he ran away when he heard the police were coming.
The policeman arrived and read the writing, he said “Crip Cuzz” ment friend of a gang. He said he couldn’t read the other words but would send some one over who could.
Later that day Mom called the police to see if they had sent any one over, they said they did. They also said the person the sent could not decipher the writing. But had he ever come to the house?
I asked if Beth, Talia, Brad, Tom, and Jason and I could investigate in the park across the street. Mom said we could but if we saw any one we were to come right back, we said we would. That night we went to the park at dusk, we looked around no one was there, we were about to leave when we saw a small light flicker. We were just about to decide whether or not we should leave. I said “ We didn’t really see any one, did we?” but Beth said “ A person had to be making the light.” When some thing hit us all on the head. The next thing we knew we were tied to a tree and gagged! ‘Will any one find us before dark?’ were our exact thoughts.
Fortunately My west highland terrier, Pup had secretly followed us and now had run home to get my parents. Once at home Pup made himself a pest jumping, and licking and pulling people’s pants legs. Mom and Dad knew he didn’t usually act like that, that and he had followed us to the park, and would whenever leave by himself followed him back to the park.
When they found us they quickly untied the ropes and asked us what happened. We told them all we new ending with at least we saw their faces while they were tying us up.
Later that day we all went to the police station and found up that the police who was supposed to have come to our house was a gang member. He had gotten a job with the police because he lied and used a fake identity. The police also found out that his gang made some of their members get job in the law so that they could pull strings and get the other members out of trouble. Oh yeah, he and the rest of his gang are behind bars! Or are they?
Beach Glass
How rough you were, how small, how sharp
Tumbling in the sands of time
Carried hither and thither in the tide
Broken glass in the ocean wide.
No one knew how like a jewel you could be
So prismatic and smooth
Polished by the ocean’s crush
Caressed by the water’s rush.
I always knew that you were something great
That you had a hidden sparkle
I wish you hadn’t shown it to so few
So that the world could have known too.
I am sorry that you were forgotten
Sorry that no one cared
But what could I do?
I was beach glass just like you.
Tumbling in the sands of time
Carried hither and thither in the tide
Broken glass in the ocean wide.
No one knew how like a jewel you could be
So prismatic and smooth
Polished by the ocean’s crush
Caressed by the water’s rush.
I always knew that you were something great
That you had a hidden sparkle
I wish you hadn’t shown it to so few
So that the world could have known too.
I am sorry that you were forgotten
Sorry that no one cared
But what could I do?
I was beach glass just like you.
A Gentle Soul
The world whispered
But to you it sounded like a yell.
The world gently touched
But to you it was a shove.
Silently in corners you hid.
A gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
You cowered,
And I saw that you couldn’t stand tall
The world was too bright,
Too bold,
Too harsh,
And you were a gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
I am sorry for you,
Who will never feel the brightness,
Never touch the harshness,
That makes life so brilliant,
So exciting.
For you are a gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
But to you it sounded like a yell.
The world gently touched
But to you it was a shove.
Silently in corners you hid.
A gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
You cowered,
And I saw that you couldn’t stand tall
The world was too bright,
Too bold,
Too harsh,
And you were a gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
I am sorry for you,
Who will never feel the brightness,
Never touch the harshness,
That makes life so brilliant,
So exciting.
For you are a gentle soul, too gentle for this earth.
Facebook Stalker
(A comment on society)
Click to stay connected
Looking at your picture
That everyone can see
Feeling like I know
Who you used to be.
Stringing together lists,
Comments, friends made to you
Trying to paint an image
That’s fast fading away
Your status-
Does not mean me.
Can’t tell who-
My network’s not that wide
Are her stats as good as mine?
Her friend list as big?
Look at my accomplishments-
My groups-
Does she compare?
You don’t know,
I’m facebook friend some-hundred-something
You haven’t clicked for so long.
Forgotten who friended who?
It wasn’t me, it was you
Didn’t even know you were on.
Check you history
It’s the very first story.
Click to stay connected
Looking at your picture
That everyone can see
Feeling like I know
Who you used to be.
Stringing together lists,
Comments, friends made to you
Trying to paint an image
That’s fast fading away
Your status-
Does not mean me.
Can’t tell who-
My network’s not that wide
Are her stats as good as mine?
Her friend list as big?
Look at my accomplishments-
My groups-
Does she compare?
You don’t know,
I’m facebook friend some-hundred-something
You haven’t clicked for so long.
Forgotten who friended who?
It wasn’t me, it was you
Didn’t even know you were on.
Check you history
It’s the very first story.
Epiphany #1
Muscles tight, taut
Strong with blue blood
That runs through your veins
Feeding your healthy heart.
Energy rippling through you
What can bring you down?
No, not nothing.
No, not frigid winter days
No, not hellish summer heat
Not fights fought
Won or lost
No, not nothing.
Then why?
Why did we finally find you
Half buried in the rushes and reeds
Wasted away, shriveled
Eyes pecked out by birds
Who did not fancy worms
Carcass hollow, gray maggots writhing inside.
What could bring you down?
Samson, did you sleep, your head in Delilah's lap?
Did she shear your lovely locks?
Did Judas, his lips, touch your cheek?
No, I guess not.
Someone says they parted your fur
And saw several fat ticks
Blackish, bluish, stuffed with your blood
Heads still buried in your skin
Mingled with fleas still snipping
Nipping what they can, scurrying
Lice still hatching their nasty nits
Still clinging to their host.
Don't worry,
They'll leave soon.
You have to be alive
For them to stay.
Strong with blue blood
That runs through your veins
Feeding your healthy heart.
Energy rippling through you
What can bring you down?
No, not nothing.
No, not frigid winter days
No, not hellish summer heat
Not fights fought
Won or lost
No, not nothing.
Then why?
Why did we finally find you
Half buried in the rushes and reeds
Wasted away, shriveled
Eyes pecked out by birds
Who did not fancy worms
Carcass hollow, gray maggots writhing inside.
What could bring you down?
Samson, did you sleep, your head in Delilah's lap?
Did she shear your lovely locks?
Did Judas, his lips, touch your cheek?
No, I guess not.
Someone says they parted your fur
And saw several fat ticks
Blackish, bluish, stuffed with your blood
Heads still buried in your skin
Mingled with fleas still snipping
Nipping what they can, scurrying
Lice still hatching their nasty nits
Still clinging to their host.
Don't worry,
They'll leave soon.
You have to be alive
For them to stay.
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