This is one of my old stories. I stopped writing it for a few years now. But i still plan to start up again. I would appreciate comments, and exchange for them i will read anything you have. This is one of my favorites because it has a lot of potential as a series.
So, without any further ado, here is the story!
Fobia
Hi, my name is Drew Farewood (25 years old) and ever since that day i have had these....experiences. It
all began as a typical average day. I woke up, made myself some coffee, and went to work. I had an
accounting job that i pretty much hated, because i had an ass hat for a boss. Howard Brigham (45 years
old) is his name. When i arrived at the office he would always hound me over work i was supposed to get
done yesterday.
"Drew, did you get those damn reports done on time!!?" Brigham growled
"Yes i did Mr. Brigham!" I said
"Good, now get your stupid ass back to work!" he shouted
After having a hard day at work i could always count on my friend Charlie Yosmat (24 years old) to cheer
me up. Charlie has been my friend since high school, we have been pretty good buddies, always partying and
whatnot. Not anymore, im way too busy these days.
"Hey Drew, what did your stupid boss say to you to get you down this time?" Charlie asked while hitting me
on the back
"Oh hey Charlie, just the usual....I really need to find another job" I replied while moving my hand
through my silky brown hair
He laughed "Yeah, I have been saying that to you for the past couple years, This stress isnt good for you,
ya know?"
"I'll see you later Charlie, i have GOT to get some rest"
"Ok, i'll be seeing you pal" He said while hitting me again
After retiring for the day i took a shower, ate dinner, then wathed a little Tv. I decided to go to bed
and as soon as i laid down i accidentally pressed buttons on the remote. It turned to channel 0. "Wait,
there is no channel 0" I thought, there was a commercial on, it was showing a psychic reading. After the
commercial was over the channel turned to static.
".....What the HELL was that!?" I said to myself
I just shrugged it off and went to sleep. After all i probably need a new Tv. As i was sleeping i had a
dream. Mr. Brigham was driving down the highway while it was raining really hard, while he was driving he
had ran into the back of a semi and died. I woke up and thought that was a pretty weird dream. I shrugged
it off and went to bed again.
The next day i went through the same routine. I made my coffee and decided to watch the news. I wanted to
know what the traffic would be like, so i wouldnt be late. The news reporter who reports the traffic is
named Emily McVay she is really beautiful and talented for a reporter......What she said broke my
concentration on her beauty.
"There was a huge accident, many people have died in this massive car wreck!" she said while rushing to
the scene
"Wow, i hope noone i know was hurt in that accident...Well except maybe Mr.Brigham," I laughed
I went outside to get my car, just then i realized the grass was wet. I immediately thought of my dream...
"Naw, that COULDNT have happened" I said to myself
I got in my car and drove to work. When i arrived a friend at work, Tom, said that the boss died in a car
accident. My heart felt like it skipped a beat. I felt extremely awkward and scared.
"How did i dream that!!?" I thought. I decided to take the day off because of what happened. When i got
home i felt weird and threw up in the bathroom. I hate the way throw up tastes...stomach acid, got to love
that taste eh?
I laid down and started thinking of how my life got to this point. Im an accountant, when i was younger i
wanted to party all the time, then after i got more mature i wanted to be a cartoonist. I picked up a
picture of me and Charlie when we were in college. I looked like a stoner, with a hawaiian shirt on, one
of my eyes were half closed with my mouth open. A very odd picture indeed. We were at a party at the time.
I dont need to be drunk, but i wish to be happy like i used to be. While looking at the picture and
reminiscing the phone started ringing.
"...Hello?"
"Hey Drew, you must be happy that old fart died in that wreck!"
"Oh hey Charlie, naw im not really THAT happy" I said in a monotone way
"Huh!? but Drew that asshole got what he deserved!" He said with aggression
"Yeah maybe...but i...." I stammered
"What?"
"Nothing, forget it." I continued "I just had some weird things happen to me, like that weird channel 0
incident."
"Hey Drew, you saw that channel yesterday!?"
"....You saw it!?" I asked
"Yeah, my peice of crap Tv broke recently and was on it." he said
"What do you mean its broken?" I asked
"I mean i cant change the channel, the weird thing is though, it was stuck on channel 46." he said
"Say Drew...How about we go to that psychic?" He suggested while obviously smirking
"What, no, thats crazy!" I argued
"Oh come on, you never do anything anymore," he continued "Whats it going to hurt to do this one thing?"
"Hmm, i guess, I could ask the psychic if my boring life changes at all."
That was the worst mistake in my life and the start of my...experiences.
To be continued...
Fobia (Suspense, Horror)
yeah i would have to agree with damian on that, but other wise interesting.
So when I get settled into my new house I can put them up
