Gonzo's Corner

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Gonzo, Oct 28, 2014.

  1. If you've happened to stumble upon this, hello!

    As the title mentions. This will be My little corner. Anything that comes to My mind will be placed here; rants, stories, etc.

    Feel free to browse. I'm not just putting this up for Me; who knows, maybe someone will actually like what I write.

    If you have any comments, feed back, constructive criticism, or you just want to talk, you can send me a message or post on my profile.
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  2. The Attic

    I live in a pretty standard house. It is a medium sized, two story house. It's basically something you would see out of "Little Boxes," but with a sort of twist. We have a pond in the front yard, right in front of the giant sliding windows that allow onlookers to look inside the family room, complete with a couple of couches, TV, oak coffee table, and various family gaming consoles. That room is what you see on your right when you walk in through the front door. Turn to your left, immediately when you
    walk in, and you see a white door. That is the door to the garage.

    When you walk into the garage, you are met with a clutter. Well, clutter is more of an understatement. I'm not saying that it is impossible to maneuver through it, there is a just a bunch of stuff around that can be thrown away, but hasn't. If you look straight ahead, there is an old, still working refrigerator staring back at you. Next to it, with a space in between for a door that allows access to the side of the house, is a white freezer, about an inch or so shorter than me (I am 6'0, by the way). Next to that, facing perpendicular to both appliances is the silver washing machine, and matching dryer. Standing at the door, if you were to look at the middle of the ceiling, you would be able to see, depending on if the ladder was down or not (which it usually is, because my family is too lazy to put it back up), some of the inside of our attic. I could probably tell you the whole layout of the garage like it was the back of my hand, but that isn't the point of this story. The point of the story is that every time I go into the garage, whether it is to put a load in the washer, to get something from the fridge or freezer, or something from the pantry, or for anything else, I get extremely uncomfortable. Why is that, you ask?

    Because there is something in my attic.

    I am not sure what it is, all I know is that it is living up in my attic. I know what you must be thinking, Oh Gonzo you silly goof, there is nothing living in your attic! It is just your over-active imagination. Normally, I would agree with you, mainly because I am a major skeptic, and don't believe in ghosts or spirits or daemons, but this is a bit different. Maybe it is my over-active imagination, but then again, maybe not.

    I go into the attic frequently, mainly because I am the one who gets all of the stuff when we go on trips, when we decorate, etc., and I am totally fine every time I go up into it (except for one time where I went up and a small decorative lamp started wobbling for no reason at all, which only just helped with the notion that something is up there). It isn't until I am down in the garage, with my back turned, that I start to feel uneasy. I find myself rushing into the garage, taking a quick glance up at the open attic, looking for anything that would confirm my suspicion, quickly doing what needs to be done, and then rushing out without a glance behind me.

    I have thought a lot about the thing up in my attic, and have tried to envision what it looks like. Sometimes I see it as a little creature, resembling Gollum, but with more grotesque features such as decomposing flesh, half a face, and a drooping eye. Sometimes I see it as one of the things I hate the most, a clown. Nothing grotesque, just a regular clown. Sometimes I just see a face, no body, no head, just a face. No matter what I see it as, it always has the same damn, demented smile on it's face. I imagine it staring at me, hungrily, waiting for me to turn around and look. Waiting for me to open my mouth in surprise. Waiting for me to not be able to move out of sheer terror so that it can snatch me up and take me away to God knows where.

    I know this probably sounds silly to you, and more often than not, I find myself laughing at the notion that anything like that possibly exists. Nevertheless, I always find myself looking up to the open attic when I walk into the garage, and not bothering to look back when I rush out of it.
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  3. Am I allowed to comment in this corner. Ive never seen exclusive corners before. It feels oddly serene here, talking about the possibility of ghosts and stuffs. Paranormal activity 6! xD

    i kid i kid
  4. Well, I guess you could.. I just prefer it to be my own serene corner.
  5. Man, I haven't posted anything here in a while. I wrote this a little while ago, and it's kind of self explanatory. I think this was a week or so after my most recent break up. The app is Kik, by the way.

    I Wonder.

    Sometimes I wonder if you do what I'm doing now.

    I wonder if, in the middle of the day, or night, you type up something long and elaborate, confessing whatever thoughts or feelings are going through your mind at that moment.

    I wonder if you stare at your phone as you type and wonder if I actually have this open and am just watching the "M is typing..." thing.

    I wonder if you second guess yourself when you're done typing, then copy everything you've just written.

    I wonder if you just delete it, close the app, and try again later like I do.