(A story I wrote for my Mom's b-day, it was inspired, by when we was decorating for her party and a blue balloon attacks her. She thought it was scary like it was following her, my imagination ran wild, I told her she inspired me to write her a story and this is what I came up with.)
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Blue Balloon
12-9-2009 By S.D.S/glimmer17
Chapter One
Heavy breathing and warmth was the feeling of heaven on any road trip as Daisy was fast asleep in the passenger seat, Craig the man, who had recently married the lovely twenty one year old Daisy peered over to his side to see her resting body, blond wavy hair, pink blush lips, her green make up showed reminding him of how blue her eyes was on their wedding night. Craig was an older man, a very series man, with black hair, and black eyes. His arm drifted over to her leg and he rubbed it, realizing she still seemed to have an arrow head in her left hand, something she’d been playing with the whole time before the trip starting, something he remembered she’d had ever since she was little girl. “Sweet heart,” he start trying to disrupt her sleep. “We’re almost there,” there was a hint of small thrill in his voice. “Soon you’ll have your birthday gift.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes and yawned, “really? I suppose that wasn’t to long of a trip.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“I would have if you didn’t keep me up all night!” She pouted a bit annoyed, until she realized where the car was heading a rich neighborhood just outside the city, a part of the town here, new buildings was being built, before then was nothing but forest. She gazed around, something felt strange, something seemed different, she seemed to recognize the place thought to he recollection she’d never been there before in her life. “Where are we?”
“To your birthday gift that’s what!” He drove up to a grudge next to a newly built brick wonder home. As soon as Craig parked, Daisy jumped out of the car, clamping her hands together she whaled out in delight.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed even louder. “A new house, just for us! Oh my god, Craig, I love you!” She jumped over to Craig who just got out of the car with a small grin, as she squeezed him tightly, as she was hugging him, she looked up in the mist of her joy, and her eyes made eye contact with Craig’s, but when she did, she saw nothing, but black, black emotionless eyes gazing back at her. It gave her chills, it was odd she was so happy, but he barely expressed any feeling about the recent gift, but a small grin. It was something that always worried her about Craig, he barely have emotion, and sadly she reflected on her mother, an old lady, who insisted she marry and make a family of her own, her mother fond of Mr. Craig Wilson.
Craig spoke, “I’ll get the bags, next week, on your birthday we should be all moved in, and” he paused, “we’ll have your birthday party with your family.”
She nodded, moving back to the car and grabbing her Native American arrow head, and slipped it into her pocket, then went exploring the place, but the more she did, the more the place felt strange to her. She almost felt like something or someone was watching her from inside he house, but when she walked in and turned on the light there was nothing.
Chapter Two
The days past and finally it was her birthday all her relatives was there and the place was all becoming decorated. The bag of balloons rested peacefully by Diasy’s little arrowhead, resting on a blue balloon Craig walked over and brushed it aside then started to blow up a few balloons when Daisy walked up, “those are too small, can’t you blow something bigger.“
While in the middle of blowing he shaken is head ‘no’ and she grabbed the balloon from his lips. The moment she started to blow, she felt a strange sensation and dropped the balloon the air in it forced it to sail to the counter resting peacefully on the arrowhead. She stopped in shock, as she stared up thinking she saw a man standing by the counter, but not her husband, the balloon outlining his head before it landed but as soon as it landed the image was gone and she was confused. She took a seat, “sorry , Craig, go ahead and blow those up yourself please.” She starred off as he shrugged his shouldered and continued what he was doing. After he finished blowing up the blue balloon again he stuck it on the table in front of her, she was slightly bored then and dismissed what she happened so she decided to help with the decorations again she turned her back to the balloon, her butt at height of the table the balloon started to roll toward it until it was sticking to it and rubbing as she bobbed her butt trying to reach a streamer to the wall, she turned and saw it rubbing her, it was annoying so she turned to back the table again standing there, she placed the balloon back to the center of the table and stood there watching it as the balloon rolled again in her direction. She gritted her teeth as the balloon seemed to bounce off the table and into her crotch. She flipped the balloon, “eeeeekkkk! Dang, balloon!”
Her husband grinned, “looks like he loves you.”
She peered at him, “it’s scary, Craig. I swear that balloon’s alive!”
The balloon drifted under her chair and stayed there in the shadows, almost like it was lurking.
Craig spoke, “it’s only a balloon dear, but wouldn’t it be funny, if it bounced back up, your followed you or something!”
She bopped Craig with a napkin, “stop it, it’s not funny! That’d be creepy if it just started turning up and stuff, but it’s not it was just static or something you know, balloons cling to things with static electric.” They continued working.
Soon her mother was there, her aunt was there, two of her sisters and one of her brothers was there, as well as her old father and grandma. The cake had just been cut, a angel food cake, and pecan ice cream has been passed around. The heater had kicked in as the family was eating the air blew and rushed through the decorations, Daisy felt a chill as the air passed over her, like hands gripping her shoulders and releasing, she kept looking back behind her, it felt as if someone was standing behind her seat as she sat, but when she looked back there was nothing, but the decorations flowing in the wind.
Then there was a whisper in the air, “your lips, I…miss your touch.”
She shivered and looked behind her again, balloons, bobbing in the air still. She turned her head and went back to the meal at hand. Still thinking of the images, and all the feelings she’d had about the new house, and her husband who was eating. She started to talk with her family a few minutes later as one of the balloons, the blue one distracted from the wall, she never noticed it then, but it started to drift accost the floor in her direction. Her fork to her mouth she looked down at the blue balloon that seemed to be nuzzling to her leg. She frowned and gave it a small kick, and went back to her cake, but when she looked back it seemed to float towards her, that balloon was just started to become creepy.
Chapter Three
Two days had passed since the party was over and the decorations stayed up because her and her husband was to lazy to remove them. It was night as Daisy was heading to the shower she pasted the table and went into the rest room, she flicked on the light, and looming in front of her was the blue balloon from before resting on the toilet. She hadn’t seen it since her party and seemed to have came up missing, she figured, someone must have taken it or popped it, but no, it was still existing and on the pot. She frowned and thought maybe her husband done that as a joke, ‘ha ha’ she thought and removed it and took a seat on the toilet with her bottom pilled. She looked at the balloon in front of her, when she felt strange again, like it was watching her, like a pervert. Quickly she pulled up her p.j.’s and flicked the balloon out the door, and finished her job. She then started her shower, washing her self, she heard the squeaking of plastic. She glanced down, then screamed aloud.
Her husband burst through her unlocked bathroom door.
“What what what!?” He said worriedly.
“This balloon! You as whole, you kept throwing it in here to scare me!”
“No I have not.”
“How do I know, Craig!”
“I’m surprised in doesn’t pop in the shower…doesn’t water usually weaken balloons, “ he grabbed it out of the water for her. “Seems it would have deflated some too, but doesn’t seem it has since the party like the others.”
“Craig, that’s it I want you to pop that damn thing!”
He nodded and walked off and grabbing a pen off the table, remembering how he use to enjoy balloon abuse as a child he began to try to stab the balloon with it. Suddenly the pen bounced off and hit Craig in the eye, “Ahhhh!” Craig dropped in as he clamped his face, “ouch.” His eye watering in pain.
“Damn strong balloon,” he muttered as he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, “going down now.” He grinned thinking of the burst that was to be the balloon in his mind, went he turned around the balloon was right behind him in the kitchen. “Alright, so this is starting to become creepy,” the man thought as he leaned down with the knife and hacked at the balloon, but much to his dismay, nothing happened.
Suddenly there was a tight grip around his throat, the chill in the air picked up, as the heater kicked off just then and the balloon hovered just in front of him. Craig began to choke, “you won’t get a chance to murder me, not this time.” A whisper in his ear was heard, as the grip let loose and Craig stepped backwards until his back met the kitchen skink. The balloon was resting back on the floor as Daisy walked in and turned on the light.
She noticed his eyes was locked on the balloon with a horrified look. “What’s wrong?”
He pointed at it. “It spoke.”
“It did?” she asked, “Why didn’t you pop it?”
“I can’t! I can’t!” He leaned over and handed her the knife. “You try it.”
She nodded and grabbed it, raising her hand up, nervous, for the explosion of sound that she feared would be next, the end of the blade almost touching the balloon, it felt like a hand grabbed her wrist and pulling it away.
“Your right.” She said, “ I can’t either.” She put her hand down. “Let’s just throw it out the door, the wind will take it.” She walked off and threw it out the front door.
“No!” Her husband said as she just done the deed, “we drive it to the park of county side or something and leave it there.”
“Don’t you think that’s going alit-” She was interrupted as he scampered past her and gripped the balloon and started to open the driver’s door to his car. He pulled out his keys and threw the balloon in the back seat and yelled, “let’s go!”
Not knowing what to do, she nodded getting on her slippers and jogged out to the car. It been at lest half a mile before Craig was out of town, in the pitch black night, the car was trailing down the road smoothly as he switched on the heater to his car, “chilly, eh? Hon?”
She nodded as the air started to heat the car, the balloon in the back bounced up and became to float in small circular rotations with the air. Nothing anyone wouldn’t think was natural. After a few moments, Craig thought he saw a deer in his headlights, he was about to slow down the car when the blue balloon leaped over the seat and right into his vision, making the rubber squeaky sounds all over his face.
“Ack” He yelled out letting go of the wheel to grab the balloon on his face.
“Ahhhh!” Daisy screamed, “The deer!!” Quickly she reacted by swerving the car, and it drive into a ditch before coming to a stop. She breathed hard, as the balloon was still attacking her husbands face he opened the door with one arms and fell backwards his foot tangled in his seat belt, he threw the balloon into the ditch and bolted back into his car and slammed the door shut.
“WE ARE LEAVEING NOW!” He yelled.
They took off home, it didn’t take them long before they was home, they spend the night talking about the balloon at the table of hot chocolate. Then Craig had became drowsy he headed to their bedroom, but when he had arrived the door slammed behind him. The heater had kicked on, he was struck with fear, the heater always seemed to indicate that he was in danger. He turned on the light, and laying there straight in the middle of the bed was………the blue……balloon.
“How did it get here?” His thoughts was frantic he turned to open the door, but it remained closed, he turned back to the balloon, but instead of seeing it, he saw the transparent figure of young long dark haired Native America man. And a voice like a whisper from his transparent ghost like body.
“You can’t have her, not this time, not in this life time. Cruel son of a bitch.”
Craig’s breath stopped his teeth gripped as the ghost gripped his throat to the door and his body floated up pressed hard to the door, he was gagging for air, but none came.
“What do you mean.” he thought and the voice answered as if someone’s breath in his ear.
“It was right here in this very spot, you took her away from me, you murdered me here.”
Images like flashes rolled through his mind like film. Flames, Native American tents, screams from native children, and women, sounds of horses feet, and weenies, and worst of all, gun fire. He saw himself on a horse, he saw others on horses, cowboys, raping and ravaging a small native village. He saw himself, go to a lovely black haired women as native men fighting cowboys behind them, in attempt to save their families and wives. He watched as he relived a moment, a native man much like the ghost raising up to his horse, his voice, “Stop! No! Stop I won’t let you kill her!”
Craig’s in the past life, “Don’t worry, Indian, I won’t she’ll be mine, she’ll bare my children, and not yours, you foolish , Indian.”
He pointed his pistol to his wife with two children cuddled in fear at both of her sides. “No.” The Native man called out as he protected the children and the women, quickly he took something out of his outfit, and reached back to his women, then faced the cowboy.
Suddenly his children made a break for it and ran in two directions away out of fear of death. The cowboy cocked his gun quickly. Blasts was heard as two small bodies fell to the ground lifeless. Craig grinned with his black cold eyes and smug face peering down at the man and women in front of his horse, the flames behind him, making him appear as the devil himself. The native’s heart sank at that moment for silence, before the native man wasn’t about to have his wife meet the same fate. He pulled out the only weapon he had left, something his wife made for him the night they made there bond before their first child. A arrowhead.
Craig of the future, pinned to the wall gasped as he imagined the arrowhead that came swinging at him and the fire from the gun shattering the life who was defending the women.
He blinked as reality came back to him and muttered, “It was the same one, the one Daisy carries. Agrh.”
Just then Craig’s body was limp, the breath of life the last one escaped from his lips. The ghost let Craig’s body tumble to the floor as he unlocked the door, for his last life love to see the horror that he done for revenge of a life Daisy had never remembered.
“I only wanted to protect you this time from meeting a terrible fate, and at that, I only want what we wasn’t allowed to have life times ago, our love. I can’t pass on without you, Daisy.” The spirit of the native thought as the door came open and Daisy’s scream echoed as he leaned out and shaken her dead husband.
She peered up clasping her lips as she saw the blue balloon and the ghost standing in front of it.
“I love you, that’s why I done it.”
The ghost’s hand reached out and touched her forehead as the memories from the past rushed back to her.
“I made a promise to you the night I was killed, I asked when I reached back to you, and made a death wish that if I died I wanted you to reincarnate, I told you to come back for me, and keep the arrow head you gave me, and that it would always return to your side and that my spirit would be in it, till we returned to this spot, and if it was possible that you could carry my spirit to this spot again, that our past tragedies would be erased. I left the fate to the gods, if it was possible it would happen then our death wish would come true.”
She was confused, but surprised, it must have been destiny then for the last wish to come true, she took the spirits hands and the body of Craig reformed and turned into the native boy from the past and stood there in front of her holding her hands, he smiled, and kissed her passionately. And muttered, “we are together at last again. You must teach me your new ways, now that I am Craig.”
She smiled and nodded breathing hard and hugged him tightly.
“I love you.”
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