User blog:MrGatsby/The Memory

It's interesting how small things trigger the biggest memories. A glance at a simple photograph and a song from my childhood resurfaced memories of a friend who I haven't seen in years, and something that may or may not have been a dream. It's weird really. For a while now I've had this thing on my mind, besides the friend from my past and little things that have had me so riled up that I haven't been able to sleep that well. From out of nowhere, I've had this image of a small closet door in my mind. After opening it, there's just blackness and a dimly lit staircase. A kid went in, and didn't come back out. The thing I find more bizarre about it, is that I swear I've heard something like this before. Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction had a story about a kid who went in his closet, was "attacked" by something and vanished into thin air, never to be seen from or heard from again. But this isn't from a tv show. I can't help but to think of my cousin, Chris. She told me about something when we were kids about an event that happened at church. My mind has been warped from trauma, caffeine binges, mental exhaustion and the like; so details are very fuzzy or warped beyond comphrension. I remember being told thay she and/or a group of kids went to explore the church basement. I don't think some made it back upstairs. Chris has been busy with school or has been in the hospital recently, so I haven't been able to contact her. This memory has just been eating at me for a while. i just wish I had some claification.

This state is weird. This whole town is weird. Everything...just weird.