Quality

Fear is always there. You can't get rid of Fear ever. Fear is a scared little girl who is always talking to you. She is always talking about what might happen. She likes to convince you in what isn't safe and what you shouldn't do. Sometimes Fear tells the truth. Sometimes she knows what is scary and tells you so you are aware. But sometimes Fear tells lies. She likes to lie the most because she likes being mean. Fear likes to tell you things that aren't real and exaggerate them in your mind so that you believe. So that you Fear, like she does. Fear doesn't want to be alone. She fears being alone. Fear doesn't want to be the only one fearing that she will be alone so she tells her fears to you. Then you believe them and she isn't alone. Fear likes friends. She will tell you anything to make you fear things like she does. Fear wants you to fear with her.

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Under the Rug

Two weeks passed and it happened again, that same bump that comes up under the old living room carpet again. Every other Sunday, when I'm reading the newspaper on the wood chair in the living room I'll see a bump the carpet. It will lift up the rug and move around on the floor. I usually just hold my breath and wait for it to leave because I'm too scared to do anything.
I don't really like to admit it, but it was my wife who usually killed bugs and who went to see what the scary noises were because I was too scared to do any of it. I'm too big of a sissy. But now that my wife is gone, there has been no one here with me in this old worn out house that can do the scary things I never do.
So here I am, on the every other Sunday waiting. I am a little bit curious about the bump in the rug although, I won't be brave enough to do anything about it. What would I do? Tear up the rug and try to discover what it is, and then when I find it, run away in fear and live in my bedroom the rest of my life?
No, I couldn't do that. So I would just wait for it to come and then watch it, making observations and try to decide what it might be.
There it was.
I leaped up from my old wooden chair and hobbled over to the old table that held a single glowing lamp.
There was a slight sound of a giggle, I think and then the bump came up. It fumbled around under the rug, whatever it was and then sat still.
I stared at the bump for a while. A little curious as to what the thing was doing just sitting there.
I couldn't take it any longer. I picked up the old wooden chair and slapped it down on the bump under the rug. And then I heard a tiny little squeal and then a shriek, "Ow!"
I was surprised at the sound of the little female voice and I sat down to hold myself together.
Then there was fumbling under the rug for a while longer and then the carpet ripped. Out from under the rug came a beautiful girl. Tiny she was, and glowing.
She was wearing what looked like little yellow flower petals as a dress and she had white wings that sparkled yellow hints. Her eyes glimmered with beautiful anger and she jungled when she walked, "What do you think you are doing hitting me so hard?"
I didn't answer. All I could do was stare in amazement.
She put her hands on her hips as she stood in front of me glaring, "What did I ever do to you? I certainly didn't smack you, did I?"
I stuttered, "I didn't- I just thought that-"
"You foolish old man. Clean your glasses up and look at me."
I did as she said and then apologized, "I'm sorry I hit you. It is just that there was a bump in the rug and I didn't know what it was, and so I was frightened and I-"
"I understand you old geezer. Just don't do it again."Then she turned away from me and examined her nails.
"What are you?" I asked in amazement.
"What do I look like? I'm a fairy you dimwit."
"Why is it that every other Sunday you come and make a bump in my rug?"
"Every other Sunday is the day my boyfriend comes back from his long trips to some place called Neverland. Thats supposedly a place where magnificent fairies live, that have magical powers besides flying and such."
"Oh yes, I've heard of it."
"Well good for you. Anyways, I go out to see him when he comes to visit and my mother will find me sneaking back into the house. She then sends me up to the attic for punishment, which would be the floor right under your rug."
"You live under my house?"
"Hey buster! We lived here first. Then you decided to plant some big house here. It's not my fault." And with that she fell back through the floor and I didn't see her until two weeks had passed once more.

Shark Attack-Mental Patient-Love

Charles needed this trip. His mental issues were causing chaos at his home and his parents were going insane trying to care for him.
Charles had just been released from the mental hospital a few weeks ago. He wasn't fully healed from his problems but he was well enough to go home. And now, that he was causing hysterical problems with his parents back at his house I took the liberty of taking this shaken man a cruise ship so he could take some time away and clear is disabled mind.
Charles was the same age as me -late twenties- but he didn't know it. Being mental and all he acted as though he was 60 years old at some points and 7 years old at other points.
I'd been working to make Charles better for years now, trying to help him get back his normal self. And somewhere during that point I fell in love with this mental human. He couldn't even possibly know what love was but I did. I knew that Charles would never love me back, and that he would never know the way I felt and I could never live a normal life with him but I felt like the deep connection between us was growing stronger each day and if I tried to brake away now it would be lost forever.
 This Cruise would help him. Charles needed this. It would help clear what was left of his mind. Or so I thought.
I had just settled Charles into his cabin that was connected to mine through a small door. I was heading back to my side of room when I heard him scream. I ran back to his room and held his hand while he lay shrieking in bed. I brushed his dirty blond hair from his face while he shook and ached. "Charles, Charles, whats wrong? What happened?" I asked anxiously.
Charles eyes opened wide and he pointed to the porthole above him. Between mumbles and shrieks I heard him say, "Sink....Sharks....No more...." That was all I could make out while he threw his fit.
I tried to convince him that everything was alright and that nothing was going to happen with sharks or sinking but he wouldn't listen. He just held his ears tight with his hands and rocked back and forth on the bed.
Suddenly, the boat shook wildly and I heard a loud crunching noise followed by a bang, "Charles, I'll be right back. You stay here now I'm going to see whats going on up there alright?" I raced out of the room not bothering to close the door.
On the lido deck I looked out over the ocean and saw it. We hadn't been going anywhere at all and we still in pretty shallow water but it was deep enough to sink a bout half way down I knew this. It would cover most the cabins in the boat and everyone would be crowding on deck.
Then I saw it. A pointy gray piece of flesh was sticking out of the water, then another and another. Sharks.
Charles was right!
I raced back through the hundreds of people trying to make their way to the upper decks. I had to get back to Charles before the boat sank too much. I had calculated in my head that when the hole in the boat got far enough in the water and the water got far enough into the boat the sharks would come into the boat with the rest of us. With Charles, who was still shrieking in his cabin.
He wasn't. When I reached the cabin, no matter how hard I screamed his name and slammed chairs to the ground Charles was gone. No where in sight. He had left his room and was now somewhere on this boat. Somewhere that the water, and the sharks, would soon be.
I shouted his name as I chased down the halls trying to find him through the groups of people making their way up the boat to the lido deck.
A few levels down I found water. I was wading in the salt water when I saw Charles. He was holding onto a pole attached to the wall of the boat and he was crunched up on a service cart shrieking at the water.
The mental man had managed to get himself into trouble.
I could leave him. Save myself I knew I could. But no, I couldn't. Because no matter how hard I tried not to I loved this mental man. I loved him.
I walked faster through the water and Charles saw me. He began shrieking more frantically and waving his hands at me to motion me away.
 I didn't realize why he was doing this until it was too late. There was the shark, swimming around me; preparing itself to attack.
Charles started crying and hiding his face. I tried to swim to him. Maybe I could climb up on the cart with him. I grabbed the cart and tried to heave myself out of the water onto the cart but then the cart was unstable. I looked up to see Charles diving straight at the mouth of the shark. Blood streamed through the water and I swam away as fast as I could back up the way I had come. My face was flooded with tears as I made it to the lito deck where they were loading people onto another boat.
Then it hit me.
All this time I had thought that in Charles' mental state he would never find the love for me that I had for him. But he could. He had sacrificed himself to the shark so that I could live. He had loved me enough to do that for me. To save my life.
No one is too mental for love.
I hearled myself into the shark inhabited waters.

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    The couple came by late that afternoon to take a look at the dogs and found they quite liked the runt. I was happy to see that the runt would soon be leaving me. I didn’t know this couple, nor did I care about them. As long as the runt was gone, and I lived.
   
    The mother gave birth to the puppies at 1:02 in the morning on Thursday.
    There was a runt, much smaller than rest, but most definitely cuter than all the other combined. He stood out from the others and you could instantly tell that he was special.
    The runt showed a special caring nature for his sibling’s and his parents. He was up and moving immediately. He liked to nibble and lick my hands so I let him.
    After the course of a few days I realized that this runt didn’t have normal behavior. He was always sleeping during the day and always moving up at night. He never liked to eat the food I gave him. He would always go out in the yard and I wouldn’t see him for a while. Then he would come back in and be just fine. I took him to the vet to see if he had problems with eating. The vet told me that he was eating regularly and must be eating when I was at work or out of the house.
    I took this answer without question but when I got home I realized that if the other puppies didn’t eat the runts food, it would always just sit there.
    He wasn’t eating.
    Or so I thought.
     After a hard day of work I saw a news special on t.v. of puzzling disappearances of people I knew around the neighborhood. I didn’t know them well, but I recognized their faces from seeing them around. It was strange. What was happening to these people?
    Would I be next? I fell asleep to this thought.
    The t.v. was still going and I woke in the night to the sound of a car commercial. I clicked the power button and noticed strange sounds coming from the back patio.
    I walked slowly to the kitchen when I heard the small runt scamper into the kitchen. He began lapping up water from the small dog bowl and then ran back out the dog door onto the back patio without even noticing me.
    I slowly approached the kitchen window where I took a peek outside. I could hear eating sounds but all i could see was the feet of someone laying on the porch. Then suddenly, the runt appeared. He bit the persons foot and dragged it away from the window where I could no longer see anything.
    I had to know what was happening so I rushed to the door and quickly opened it to reveal the torn apart body of my next door neighbor. The runt was chewing on the insides of Mr. Bridwall. I vomited everything I had eaten that day at the site of my cutest dog eating my neighbor.
    I ran inside to the sink where I washed my face.
    The runt eats humans. That is why he doesn’t eat the food I give him.
    What would I do with the body? How would I cover this up? Could this be what happened to the other disappearances around the town?
    I turned around to go back outside when I saw the dog peacefully sleeping on his little bed next to the other dogs. I peered outside and saw nothing on the back patio.
    The runt ate everything.
   

    After I had discovered what the runt was doing, I was happy to know that the couple who was interested in him would be meeting me at the park’s river in the morning to collect the dog.
    I felt a little guilty selling this killer dog to the couple but I might have been next so I had to sell it.
    I put the dog in the kennel carefully and headed to the park.
    When I drove up the couple’s car was already there but to my surprise when i stepped out I saw a little girl get out of the car and approach me.
    I was giving the dog to a poor innocent child?
    I couldn’t. It was too painful.
    No, I had too.
    The little girl ran to the kennel and started talking cutely to the runt. She took the dog from me and nuzzled it in her arms. The runt nibbled on her fingers and a little bit of blood ran out. She pulled her hand away and told the runt, “No biting, Peanut.”
    Guilt filled my soul. How could I give this evil dog to such an innocent girl. If I let her take the dog, she would be dead by morning.
    I couldn’t let that happen.
    I grabbed the dog from her arms and ran for the river. I jumped in with the dog in my hands and that was the last anyone saw of the Runt and I.

    I see the little the girl sometimes, with a leash in her hand, walking one of the other pups from the litter. She had probably been given it when my relatives were going through my things.
    The news articles said I committed suicide with the dog because I was depressed or had mental problems but I know why I did what I did.