~Rosie Royalty~

How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours. ~Wayne Dyer

Like gravity, karma is so basic we often don’t even notice it.  ~Sakyong Mipham

“Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.”

Haunted Nights: A Collection Of Horror Stories

By: Crystal Rose Balsimo

It was Halloween night and we had rented a beautiful cabin on a lake. 2 of my friends and I were getting started on our night. We were smoking, drinking, listening to music and having a good time. The cabin was very secluded and sat far back away from the road. We were excited for more of our friends to arrive.

I noticed the front door was not closed all the way. I checked the door knob and it was still locked, but the door was not pulled all the way shut. This worried me, I told the other 2. But they didn’t think much of it and we continued with our night.

I was upstairs when I heard a commotion at the front door. I turned the corner and looked down the stairs into the entry way and saw my girlfriend being attacked by a man. I screamed and decided to run and get my cell phone. So I ran to the back bedroom upstairs. I grabbed my phone and then I didn’t hear any noises anymore. I listened and then looked down the hallway to see the man coming up the stairs. I quickly locked my door and started to kick the screen out of my window. I kept slamming my foot into it over and over till it came loose and I could slip out the window and into the night.

I jumped into our suv and called the cops. I was crying hysterically as I gave them the address and said a man had broken in. I tore off down the road confused and shaken up. Shortly after, I passed a few cars I recognized filled with friends headed to the cabin. I had to warn them, I had to turn back.

By the time I pulled into the cabin again, almost the whole party was there. I quickly yelled to a girlfriend I saw and she merely said “Hi” and kept heading into the cabin. No one was concerned, only me. I felt alone and confused. People were drinking, laughing, having a good time. I tried to tell everyone but they thought I was pulling a Halloween prank.

The cops showed up and after talking to some people and me they concluded it was a prank and they left. They couldn’t find any forced entry on the place and there wasn’t any sign of struggle. No evidence. The screen I kicked out was picked up by someone, it was gone. I kept saying, then where are they?? But everyone said they must have left together to go make out and they probably are playing a trick on me.

I loosened up a little and had a few drinks with everyone. But I knew what had happened and I was definitely not going to let it go.

After everyone left or passed out, it was just me and my boyfriend in our room. The t.v. was on quietly playing the usual late night junk. He was drunk and passing out in bed when I got a text message on my phone. It read “The cops didn’t believe you and your friends never came back”.

I quickly woke my boyfriend to show him, but he was passing out and couldn’t comprehend what I was telling him. And then, another text message. “Don’t try to wake him, he’s resting”

Could he see me? Could he hear me? Was he in the house?

Panic. Fear. Impulse.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. It was extremely dark and my eyes were adjusting. I crouched down by the cupboards in the dark and tried to concentrate. I was buzzed from drinking too much and completely drained of energy. I kept blinking to keep my eyes open. My head was nodding and I worried I couldn’t keep alert. I had to kill him or he was going to kill me.

I started thinking of where I would stab him. Would I leave the knife in or pull it out and stab him again? I decided not to ever let go of the knife.

It seemed like a long time had passed as I sat quietly in the dark kitchen waiting for who knows what.

Then I heard boots. A mans boots walking along the hardwood floors towards the kitchen. Were his eyes better adjusted to the night? Would he be able to see me crouched down next to the cupboards wielding a kitchen knife?

My body was shaking with fear, trembling from exhaustion, pumping with adrenaline.

And then his face nearly met mine as he leaned into me and smiled. I could barely see him but could definitely smell him. He grabbed a hold of me and I took my left hand and grabbed the side of his face. I grabbed onto his long greasy black hair and wrinkly old skin. Then with my right hand I slit him from one ear to the other.

Still holding his face in my left hand, I felt the warmth of his life escaping him. This was the man who was hunting me. He wanted to kill me but somehow I killed him first.

Haunted Nights: A Collection Of Horror Stories

By: Crystal Rose Balsimo

It would have been a normal Friday night, if it wasn’t for a bald headed man that was trying to kill me…..  

He stood perfectly still in the woods. He watched our house for a long time waiting for dusk to come. Planning his entrance. He’d been here week after week waiting for the right night to strike.

I was alone in the house, gazing out the window, preoccupied with watching the sun set. Fall was approaching our small town and nights were noticeably cooler outside. The door bell rang, startling me a little. I wasn’t expecting any company. As I approached the kitchen entrance, the door swung open and he walked right in. He stood 6ft 5, pure muscle. His face was intense and his gaze locked onto mine. Fear welled inside of me, who was this intruder? I didn’t know who he was but I knew he was a threat.

I turn and ran towards the bedroom, slammed my door closed and locked it. My cell phone sat charging on the end table, I grabbed it and ran to my window. The screen popped out with ease. I heard him bang on the door and thought surly it would rattle right off the hinges. I knew it wouldn’t take him long to break through. But my window was on the second floor and I was afraid to jump and be left helpless on the ground with a broken leg.

I sat on the sill and slid out, holding onto the sill until I heard him enter the room, I had no choice but to let go. My body plummeted to the ground. No time to asses the situation. My eyes shifted to the North where the thick woods were. The woods were my only hope for ditching him and finding a place to hide. Defending myself face to face against this monster was not an option. I limped into the woods, praying the light from my cell phone wouldn’t give me away. I laid face down in the dirt trying to hide the light coming off my phone. My heart pounded in my chest. I tried to calm my voice and breathing.

I dialed 911 as I did an army crawl into some brush, a mix of dead leaves, sticks, vines and bushes. I kept repeating my address over and over again to the lady operator. I heard something, sticks breaking, I put the phone to the ground to hide any light and sound. I waited and waited, hiding in the dark, trying to remain calm.

What felt like hours later I finally saw the police lights as a cruiser was pulling into the area. I was afraid to come out of hiding and go up to the cop car, I thought for sure the man would see me get up. I knew he was waiting for me to make any slight movement. I couldn’t see him as I strained my eyes in the dark, but I knew he was there. My heart started to thump louder and for a moment I worried he could hear me panicking. The cop wont leave, will he?

I decided to make a run for it. Phone clenched in one hand I got up and started to run. I ran without discretion. Tree limbs and thorns tore at my skin and hair. Sweat trickled into my eyes. And then there in the darkness he stood, like a brick wall. Like he was ready and waiting for me to come to him.

He reached out and grabbed me with one steady hand gripping tight around my throat. Screaming was impossible. My eyes filled with tears and I gasped for air. And then it was black. I fell unconscious.

I was aware of something happening around me. Consumed in the pain that was shooting through my entire body, I struggled to open my eyes, afraid of what I might see. Was this all a dream? No, not a dream. I suddenly remembered the terror ricocheting through me and my eyes flew open. I was being dragged across the damp lumpy ground. My head was pounding, my skin being rubbed against the dirt, my clothes torn and drenched in sweat.

What happened to the officer? Surely he would save me. He had to save me! I started to kick my legs and felt his grip loosen as he dropped my feet to the ground. He turned to look at me and I mustered up the loudest cry I could manage. He stood over me staring at me with those hollow eyes. He then reached down to grab me by my hair when I heard him gasp. His fingers slowly un tangling from my locks. His breath short and eyes wide. He fell to his knees. His face inches from mine. I called out once more in a horrifying scream. His body fell over and laid limp on the floor of the woods. There behind him I saw the officer. Gun raised.