NEW MEMORIES

Cassandra Wright loaded her truck to go home. She spent the last 3 hours at the beach with her girlfriends. The time was 5:37 P.M. and the sun was setting. She rode home and went in her doorway. She was not married, and dating a boy named Brett Parker. When she was inside, she slipped her shoes off and checked for messages on her phone. There were none, so she went to take a shower. After taking her clothes off, she started the water and stepped inside. While she was showering, she heard the doorbell ring. After turning the water off and drying herself, she put her robe on and answered the door. Behind it was a pizza deliverer.

“Um, did you order 3 extra large pizzas?” asked the pizza guy.

Those boys across the street must have pranked called them and gave them my address. Cassandra thought as she took the pizzas.

At least I have dinner for the next few days.

“Thank you!” she said as she closed the door. Cassandra put the pizzas in the fridge. The phone rang. It was Brett. She was in no mood for picking the phone up.

“I guess you not there, but can you call back. I’ll stop by in a little bit, o.k.?” The message stopped but as she went to finish her shower, she spotted a blue-eyed owl. That made her think of her father’s death:

It was June 12, 1997. Cassandra was 10 years old. Her family was camping in the woods and were having a good time. Then it happened. Her father, Joseph Wright, was finding firewood but then an owl came and mauled him. He fell to the ground, dead. Cassandra still can’t get the image of the owl eating her father out of her head. Seeing the same owl again gave her the creeps.

She went back to the shower and took her robe off. She stepped inside, turned the water on, and continued her shower. After a while Cassandra heard a knock on the door. She was almost done showering, so she figured she’d just finish the shower and then answer the door. Cassandra finished it, quickly dried herself, and put her robe on yet again. She answered the door only to see an old man that looked exactly like her father.

Is it really him? Could he have lived? These thoughts went through her mind.

“Dad, is it really you?”

“Where is it?!” the man said in a harsh voice.

“Where’s what?”

“WHERE IS THE OWL?”

The owl? Does he mean the blue eyed owl?

“I asked you a question!” The man yelled, “tell me!” Cassandra had mixed feelings. The man was getting angry. Very angry. He took out a pistol and aimed it at her arm. Tears filled Cassandra’s eyes. Is this really him? Could this monster be my father? The mysterious man shot Cassandra in the arm. She stumbled to the ground and yelled in pain.

“SHUT UP!” he said. He was about to shoot her again.

This can’t be him. He would never shoot me. All of a sudden, a male voice came from the background.

“Cassandra, where are you?” It was Brett. When he said that, the man turned around aimed his gun at the boy.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Brett asked. Cassandra quickly pulled a steak knife from kitchen. The bullet wound made it difficult.

“Shut up!” The mad man almost pulled the trigger to the gun pointed at the boy’s head. The only thing that stopped him was Cassandra’s knife stuck in his back. The man fell to the ground. Tears rained from her face as Brett came to comfort her.

Then she woke up. Cassandra found herself in her bedroom.

Was it…all a dream? She went to get out of the bed, but when she started to lift the bed sheet, she noticed a bullet wound in her arm, and her father standing in front of her; his back bleeding.

THE END