315 Pine Court

The bright, unearthly glow of this giant, globe-shaped object once again had waken 82 year old Nancy Hairston. For three nights in a row now, at 5:30am, the strange neon lights from this unknown figure had robbed Nancy of her sleep. Today was now Monday, as Nancy rose and picked up her glasses to view the mysterious object that was only hovering just outside her 2nd floor bedroom window. Nancys eyes adjusted and began to focus on the brilliant light as she shouted "Who are you? What do you want?!" Nothing; not even a purring hum could be heard from the nearby object. "I dont know why you are here and I wish you would just leave me alone, please! I know nothing! My husband has been dead for 18 years now, I know nothing, now GO!" A small but unrelenting breeze now began to shake the tree branches and a fog started to develop as the sun could be seen just on the horizon. Moving almost instantly, the object veered off making an arch-like pattern. And as fast as it had appeared, it had now vanished.

7:30pm now and time for the girls weekly poker game. Nancy rushed to the sound of chimes as the doorbell rang. She openly held the door for her friends and went to the kitchen. While fixing the ladies favorite drinks, Nancy began to tell the other women how she had been visited the last three mornings by some unknown object with strange bright lights. She loaded a tray with the drinks and made her way slowly to the parlor, but stopped when she reached the rooms edge. A breeze blew through the house unexpectedly, and Nancy placed the tray on a nearby table so it would not fall, and rushed to close the windows which were now open. "Guess you all got warm, huh? Well, it is still autumn and its not the warmest outside and you all know how its cold and flu season." she said almost jokingly at the end. CRASH. The drinks seemed drawn to the floor as the instantly slammed on the floor and immediately the glass of red wine had soaked into the carpet, leaving a stain to be cleaned. An empty table in the parlor and five missing women was the reason for Nancys blank and almost unsettling stare. Now, a familiar tapping noise could be heard ever so faintly from downstairs. At that exact moment, Nancy raced towards the attic stairs. Frantically trying to climb the stairs now, Nancy could smell something burning in the air. Black smoke rolled out and poured from under the attic door now and Nancy turned around and walked slowly down the steps she had just trampled up.

Dawn, and a new day had begun. Burnt remains of a one-hundred year old house now rested at 315 Pine Court. Buried with it, secrets that remained unsettled, leaving people with questions unanswered.