To Relive The Wonderful Times

To Relive The Wonderful Times

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

A family man steps out of his house to confront an intruder and discovers that it is someone that he never thought he would see again.

Summary

A family man steps out of his house to confront an intruder and discovers that it is someone that he never thought he would see again.

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Submitted: September 10, 2015

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Submitted: September 10, 2015

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It was so dark and stormy on that one Thursday night while I was sitting in the living room and playing a game of scrabble with my wife Joan and our daughters Julie and Polly and having a wonderful time until Polly-- who happens to be our youngest daughter-- had screamed her lungs out before Julie pointed to the window and said that there was someone outside watching us.

And while Joan was doing her best to calm the girls down, I grabbed a flashlight and rushed myself out of the house to see who it really was out there, only to have me shine the light on the one person that I was unable to believe that I would see again whose name happens to be Linda Barton, a girl from Berea, Ohio who I shared an apartment with while we were both students at the University of California, Los Angeles.

As a matter of fact, both Linda and I became more than roommates as a result of attending this wild party that a nearby fraternity house was throwing one night and waking up the next day with our naked bodies on top of each other in my very own bed.

Anyway, when I saw that she had only an extra large white mens shirt on, I looked at Linda straight in the eyes and asked, "What are you doing here? What do you want?", before she unbuttoned and slipped off the shirt and answered, "To relive the wonderful times we had together."

And when I got naked and we got started with touching and kissing each other, I looked around and made sure that Joan and the girls were not stepping stepping outside and seeing what Linda and I were doing in the rain because it would have broken their hearts if they had done that.

However, I woke up the next day and saw that I was in bed before Joan came into the room with an old picture of Linda and me at a college graduation party which made me place a gentle hand on the shoulder of my wife and say to her, "Look, Joan. I really do not love Linda anymore. It is you that I love now. You and the girls. As for what happened between Linda and me last night, it was just a trip down Memory Lane and nothing else."

That was before Joan looked at me with fear in her eyes and said, "Oh, my God! It is true!", until she saw confusion in my eyes and handed the morning paper to me that had the obituary of Linda Barton, who got herself killed in a traffic collision on a California highway a week before.


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