Author: Teachmom

I am a writer and future educator to younger ones. I have two boys and been married for 10 years. My faith and journey with Christ are centralized to who I am.

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Maalik rubs his chin, “In time I will explain, for now, can we fully introduce ourselves. Hello, my name is Maalik Killory, I am a ghost and have been for around 100 years.”

“GAH, fine, my name is Sofia Lily Andrews, I am a newly made ghost, this is my home technically. Now that I am dead it will belong to them.”

Maailk scoots closer to me, “Your name suits you. Who is this them you keep referring to?”

I grab hold of myself and meekly say, “Horrible people, that call themselves Uncle and Auntie Andrews. They came when my parents mysteriously disappeared 3 years ago. Ever since they came, my life has been turned upside down. They at first pretended to want to help, and then I would have these horrific nightmares till one day I woke up in the middle of my nightmare…” I jump back to curl up in a ball, and cover my ears, “NOOOO!” I start to ball and cry out, “I am sorry it won’t happen again, I promise no one will no just stop touching me. NOOO PLEASE STOP, HELP ME!”

He slowly approaches me, and kneels down and just starts rubbing my arm lightly. I push with all my might. He falls back and says, “Well that was a bad idea.” He stands up, “I am sorry I was trying to comfort you. I am beginning to understand some of what happened to you. If I am assuming correctly I will do all that I can to help bring them to justice and bring your life back. Would you be willing to help me as well?” He sits down across from me he locks eyes with me, “I will tell you my story…”

“GAH, fine, my name is Soffia Lily Andrews, I am a newly made ghost, this is my home technically. Now that I am dead it will belong to them.”

Maailk scoots closer to me, “Your name suits you, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Who is this them you keep referring to?”

I grab a hold of myself and meekly say, “Horrible people, that call themselves Uncle and Auntie Anderws. They came when my parents mysteriously disappeared 3 years ago. Ever since they came my life has been turned upside down. They at first pretended to want to help and then I would have these horrific nightmares till one day I woke up in the middle of my nightmare…” I jump back curl up in a ball, and cover my ears, “NOOOO!” I start to ball and cry out, “I am sorry it won’t happen again, I promise no one will no just stop touching me. NOOO PLEASE STOP, HELP ME!”

He slowly approaches me, and kneels down and just starts rubbing my arm lightly. I push with all my might. He falls back and says, “Well that was a bad idea.” He stands up, “I am sorry I was trying to comfort you. I am beginning to understand some of what happened to you. If I am assuming correctly I will do all that I can to help bring them to justice and bring your life back. Would you be willing to help me as well?” He sits down across from me he looks eyes with me, “I will tell you my story…”

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Suddenly, my eyes open, there is blackness surrounding me. The only light I see is coming faintly far away. I sprint as if my life depends on reaching the light. At this point it is, I am starting to breathe slowly, I slink down to the ground, and curl up in a ball. I start rocking back and forth. This blackness is overwhelming. “NO I MUST KEEP GOING!” I scream out and stand up and start talking out loud to myself “Well this is like I am inside my mind when I am with them. If you can make it through that time with them you can make it through this.” I finally reach light, it is coming from a torch…

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My face is covered in dirt from the floor. I slowly push myself up, and look around, the torch is still on the wall. How did I fall, what made me fall and pass out. I look over my body, everything seems fine. No, something is different with the walls. These walls have painting all over the walls. These painting are of people that have people kneeling down around them. Others dressed in armor, that is shiny that is almost blinding. Then one picture of a man that looks familiar, yet something is missing from the picture. I walk closer, and it is the eyes, everything is expertly painted but his eyes are like a black void. I look again at the other pictures, and all the people faces have no eyes.

I jump back and turn on the opposite wall, are mirrors of every shape and size. I look into every mirror for just a split second. Then I look longer, I do not see myself reflecting back at the mirror. “WHAT!” I scream out and fall hard down on my knees. “I AM DEAD, THEY FINALLY KILLED ME, THOSE AWFUL PEOPLE HAVE IT ALL NOW! NO, THEY MUST NOT HAVE THIS HOME EVER!” I scream out, and then whisper, “they have taken everything else from me, but never this home. They can have everything including my body, they have already done much to my body.”

“Why were you screaming, what is wrong, who is awful? What have they done to you, and who is this they?” Maalik inquires, then reaches out his hand, and he lifts me up and carries me to a chair, and he sits as I sit on his lap. 

I jump out of his arms, “How are you able to hold me?”

He looks down to the ground, and meekly says, “Well you are a ghost…”

“I am a WHAT?” I scan the room, “Do you know what happened? Wait did you do this? This is why you wanted me to come here? So I can join you in your misery?”

Maalik stands up and briskly walks towards me, “First I did not kill you, I cannot kill you. I have no way to grab anything to do so. Second, yes you are a ghost. I have no idea how it happened. I was frantically searching for you when I saw your body lying face down at the bottom of the stairs.” He tries to touch my hand lightly, “But I think you are not fully dead like me.”

I slap his hand away, “What makes you think that?”

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Maalik eyes dart to the floor, “Well…I just want…Oh my goodness looks over there did you see that light come from the window of that door?”

I look up at the door, there is a light coming faintly through that window; Mark that as another reason I dare not go over to that area. “Look that place frankly makes me want to run and hide in my room under the blankets for the rest of my life. I don’t know why you are determined to take me over their Maalik. Still, you never answered other questions, how did you get into my house, and why are you in the basement?” I stare daggers at him, “Oh and why have I never seen you before?”

Maalik eyes quickly dart to the floor, he rubs his hands together, “Let’s not bother with the how, but I will tell you why I want to you to come with me…” He goes to grab my hand; his hand goes right through my hand as it were air. I scream and jump back. “Sorry about that I forgot, it has been ages since I have been able actually to be visible to anyone. So, I will fully introduce myself. I am Maalik, I am a ghost, who has been stuck within your basement for about 100 years.”

“W….H…. A…T! Ahh, someone help gah!” I make a run for it completely blind to where I am going, or where I am, I run for the closes door, and I open the door slam it shut and lock it for good measure, as if that can stop a ghost, I am such a coward. I open my eyes and realize that I have never seen anything like this before in my life…

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I sputtered out, “Hhhh Hello who are you, no wait better yet, why are you down here, no scratch that how did you even get in my house?”

His brown eyes twinkle, “My name is Maalik. Hey, have you ever explored this room before?” He points to the one room I have never stepped one foot in before. I dare not even peek over that way. As he makes his way over to that area of the basement, he passes by boxes, chairs, unused bookshelves, and bookshelves with books and knickknacks. He is almost within the section, that has a bed, with a covered canopy, the canopy is so covered in dust that it appears to be dingy gray color. “Come on this are looks like a lot of fun.”

Behind the bed there is a wall with pictures, most of the pictures have a thick layer of dust that is hard to tell what is on the pictures. There is also a wooden crate beside the bed with a lock on it. On the other side of the bed is a big black door with a small triangle window and a handle that appears to have handles covered with blood. I inwardly shutter, and meekly say, “No thanks, I was about to go explore ‘the cave.’”

The cave is an area of the basement that is hidden with the bar area. The bar area has 6 barstools, and a bar that wraps around at least 10 ten feet of the corner of the basement. It also is fully stocked with bottles of alcohol that have a thick layer film all-round the labels. Along the walls of the bar are license plates from every state. Now to get to my cave, one has to first walk behind the bar and crouch down, there is a man-sized hole. Going further through the hole there is a path that leads to further a hidden path within the basement. This is what I call my cave is this hidden path. I am prepared today as well I have a headlamp, my phone set on my favorite mix for expeditions, and earbuds. I stick my earbuds in my ears and pretend like Maalik was just a figment of my imagination. As I walk closer to the bar, Maalik is one foot in front of me now. I jump back, “Holy cripes how did you get in front of me so fast?”

Random things at home

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While my youngest (T) and I are playing pediatricians.

T checked the blood of a stuffed animal. He calls out, “It is 47 that means that she coughs and pukes a lot.” Then he pretends to empty the vial of blood. Next, he checks the stuffed animal’s temperature. T says, “It is 79, She has a fever! I better draw her blood to see what the problem is…” He draws the blood, and calls out, “Oh no now her blood is rainbow!” He empties the vial again, looks around the kit, and says, ” Look here are training glasses. They are for those that coughing and puking a lot.”

Now he mixes up the rainbow blood, and strawberries, oranges, and crackers to make the medicine for the sick patient. As he starts to pour the medicine in the patient’s mouth, it proceeds to throw up. After the stuffed animal is finished he scoops it all up. Then he asks the patient what tastes it likes. The patient says, “Strawberries and oranges.” T then Adds strawberries and oranges to make it taste better. The patient says, “Yummy and proceeds to leave.”

A little bit later

T was now training with a big cardboard box. I said, “If you keep training you could be a big strong protector like daddy.”

He said “Yes I can be and strong like him and papaw. Papaw is brave and strong too. I know this because one day he arm wrestled me and he won.”

I asked, “Oh ok, how about my dad, grandpa?”

T looked up, and responded, “I don’t know, I have not arm wrestled him. Hey, mom look at this I going to do a booty kick but it is called a toot so whenever you are on the toilet and you go fart or poop it is really a booty kick.”

It amazes me with how much T can come up with. Like with the rainbow blood, and his booty kick. He came up with this idea all on his own. As a mother, I am so proud of him. I hope he will utilize his ideas for good use when he is an adult. Is that not what any parents hope for their children?

Hidden part 1.1

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Ever since I can remember we have lived in this enormous home. I, Soffia Lily Andrews, have loved to explore the rooms especially places no one visits much. I go to be left alone, expect one room in the basement. This room is so ominous that it is not even touched by anyone. I normally frequent other parts of the basement. To explore hidden doors and room.

One day this all changed, and that one day was when everything I thought I knew was lost in translation. I did not know up from down anymore. It started when someone else was in the basement with me.

Hello future readers!

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Have you ever had a dream so vivid that you thought well I better write a story about that?

I have and am working on making various short stories about different dreams.

Have you ever thought I should make a book about the pretend scenarios your preschoolers comes up with?

I am thinking about writing more about those as well. Just today as again another sleepless night due to illness. T [my youngest], chimes in I am a cake boss. He proceeds to headbutt my hand. Then he notices his cardboard box, he named his coffin and says I am a cake vampire I live off cake. I cannot believe my 5 year old can come up with these scenarios.