Strange Stories From This Weird Book I Found.
This story you're about to read is one of many. this book is a collection of short stories from all different genres. stories range from being as short as one chapter to as long as six. no two stories are connected. I found these stories in a book by a lake house and decided to share the stories written inside. the book belongs to a "Jerome H. Williams" if you know such a person please contact me. this might be there book and these might be their crazy stories.
Alex Richardson was always a strange young fellow. He'd often be seen playing at the old lake house by himself. I once over heard him talking to someone, only to find that there was no one there. Mother always said "that Alex Richardson was a few screws short" and that "I don't want to see you anywhere near that lake house". I was never one to listen mother. One morning I rose early, earlier than the morning bird in fact. I was determined to meet Alex Richardson and make friends with him, but if I was to do so I had to stay out mother's sight. I jumped out of bed the minute the rays of sun came peeking through my drapes. I don't remember if I even slept the night before, the thought of going behind mother's back to do something like this might have kept me up. I slowly opened the door and it lets out this rusty Creek.
Of all the mornings to make a rusty sound the door choose today. I ignored the door and hurried downstairs as softly as I could and grabbed the lunch I prepared the night before. I had no idea what Alex Richardson likes, he's such an odd fellow, so I packed everything a 10 year old kid our age would love. I packed a PB&J sandwich, pickles, and candy. Not even Alex Richardson could resist that. I hurried through the front door with little regards to how loud I was. I was already wearing my favorite Jacket and track pants so I saved myself the time of having to change clothes. The sky hadn't even been lit properly and here I was racing down the mud road through the forest to the lake house to meet a kid who didn't even know I existed.
I arrived at the lake house and to my surprise Alex Richardson wasn't there... "Maybe I was a tad bit early?" How foolish of me. I'll hide behind a tree and wait for him.
It's 6:22am, Alex Richardson hasn't arrived yet, no worries i haven't been here long.
7:45am, Alex Richardson still hasn't arrived yet...I got hungry so I ate my share of the lunch...it's a shame, I wanted us to eat together.
10:30am, still no Alex Richardson, and I ate his share of the lunch...
12:22pm he's here! I see him approaching from the other side of the lake house.
He's sitting close by the lake and puts his feet in the water, I observe him closely as I write this. I don't know who's lost more screws, him for coming here everyday talking to himself, or me for stalking and documenting him. He takes his shirt off and starts patting himself on the back, he's definitely lost more screws.
He's looking in my direction...I think he sees me...
12:45pm, Alex Richardson seems to have spotted me, I had no food for either of us so I panicked and ran home. Mother gave me one hell of a scolding for playing hooky.
He's such an interesting fellow...I wonder if I can meet him again and actually have the courage to talk to him. Maybe. Maybe tomorrow.
It's 12:00 on the dot and I'm already at the lake house waiting for Alex Richardson.
This morning i got up and no one was home, it was a Saturday, my parents always sleep in on a Saturday...how odd. I went downstairs this morning and found that two lunches were already prepared and lying on the table, I found that very suspicious. I chose however not to question it but to instead take the lunches and head down to the lake house.
Alex Richardson is going to arrive any moment now.
He's here! I'll go over and talk to him, I'll write how our interaction went afterwards, wish me luck!
Alex Richardson, such an odd fellow. This afternoon we met at the lake house. He didn't seem surprised to see me, it seems he was expecting me after spotting me yesterday.
Our interaction went as follows. He sat down and dipped his feet in the lake as usual. I walked up to him with a warm smile...what I saw made me feel uneasy. His skin was pale, it had a grey-ish tone. He resembled a dead person. His eyes were pale and his skin looked dry, such an odd fellow.
He looked at me as a child would a new toy, a look of wonder and awe. That look was enough to break the ice for me. I sat next to him and dipped my feet in the lake also. We ate, I actually got to see Alex Richardson eat. But that wasn't the best discovery of the evening. No, that came when I asked him his name. His voice was breaking, as if he was struggling to speak. He said
"My n...name...is...al... Alexander"
I was lost for words after hearing him speak. The way he looks plus the way he sounds was so much to take in. But i had to reply, so I said
"Hi, I'm Jerome. My mom named me that cause she wanted a son"
He smiled when I said that, perhaps he had never seen a girl named Jerome before. Or perhaps...he had ever seen a girl before. I shall see him again tomorrow, and we will have sandwiches again and I will learn more about him. Alex Richardson, such an odd fellow.
(Part 2 coming soon)