[This short story is something I had written and published to my facebook for friends and family nearly 2 years ago. After some minor changes I decided to make this my first published story for my blog. The plot is about a young college student who innocently agrees to watch his elderly neighbor’s home while she is away but he quickly realizes nothing is what it seems. From the home looking like it stepped directly out of the 1950’s to the strange voices he decides it’s all in his head that is until a pretty teenage girl from another time appears asking for his help. Photo made with Vanillapen.]

I’ve never been afraid of being alone call me strange but I’ve always enjoyed it, my fear is the exact opposite and that is being around large crowds of people. Living in a college town meant lots of parties to get invited to which is a socially awkward introvert’s nightmare so I avoided it like the plague. I had learned to keep on hand an arsenal of excuses over the past few months and it had worked for the most part but when my neighbor Mrs. Pelt asked me to stay at her house over the weekend while she went out of town to see her daughter, I knew I had the perfect excuse to avoid a party being thrown by one of the biggest fraternities on campus which happened to be the same fraternity my father pledged. Mrs. Pelt was a widowed whose husband passed long before we moved to the neighborhood seemed to be 80 when I was a child which obviously she couldn’t have been but she reminds me of the types of people whose looks never change no matter how much time goes by. While slightly odd and a bit of a loner, Mrs.Pelt was exceptionally kind, made the most amazing chocolate chip cookies, and never seemed annoyed by my six year old self constantly running over to her house to collect my baseball the summer I decided to try out for little league.     Continue reading “Red Ball” →