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It is so sad. Funerals are horrible. You just want to break down and cry because of what has happened to the person in front of you. People are crying and telling stories about how they remember the person and all the great things they did with them. 10/16/06 I attended a funeral . I walked in as cheerful as I could be to help support the family members who had this loss. It was a friend of mine’s grandpa who had just died. I walked in and… Open casket. Right in front of me. I was going to break down. I wasn’t sure i could hold it in any longer it was so difficult to take it in. I had only met him once. I couldnn’t believe though that he was actually dead. Then the 23rd Psalm was read. That gave me so much hope though for him and his family. After that we heard a few songs like ” Amazing Grace” “Wind beneath my wings”, and “Dance with my father”. This made me want to let it all out.I couldn’t though. I just couldn’t. I didn’t really no the man. Next his daughter spoke to us. She told us about how her dad was always there for her and her family. Her and he brother were always treated well. She gave a little bio about him. He seemed like a great man. I could feel my eyes beginning to water. She finished and we took a moment to pray. Next came my friend who spoke for his grandpa. He told us stories about all the things his grandpa and him did together and all the things his grandpa taught him. I was listening intuitively. I just kept taking in every word he said. Then I felt it. A warm tear ran down my cheek. It was just to sad. A few more people spoke and then came the time to exit the cathedral ad head to the grave site. As we payed our last thanks to the family members and him we exited. My friend, his mom, and I all left with tears running down our eyes. We quickly wiped our cheeks and rushed to the car to be first in line to follow the hearse to the grave site. As we arrived to the grave site I felt a little joy for the first time that day. I noticed that he was being buried right next to his wife. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever witnessed. Finally, his son gave a few words before they lowered him into the ground, and that was that. Funerals are truely depressing.

What made the funeral the worst for me was also thinking what happens when that one day comes. When my own father dies. I don’t know how I could ever handle it.

“Hi, this is KS 107.8. It is 7 A.M. and here is the morni-,” Erica shut off her alarm. More distubring images at night. People dying. So gruesome. It was amazing the kind of work this girl did. So groos though, so gross. There was this one with knives and a person on the wall. It was just gross. Erica didn’t know that if anything that “supposedly” happened yesterday actually happended. Erica then deccided to call her brother for support. Her brother, John, lived in a medium house on a Rosemary street. He didn’t answer. She decided to turn on the morning news.

“Hi I am Amelia Escaveraz for CNDNDSN News. I am here at the scene where local business woman Sandra Loveland has fallen from the 4 story window above. Investigators are still trying to figure out whether it was a suicide or a murder. We found her this morning dead on the ground, says local Market owner Samuel Wishway.

Erica turned off the T.V. she was sick of this power. She felt pain building up in her gut. She was in a vision. She was watching someone. Then she heard a rev of an engine, at least that is what she thought it was. Then she saw the Chainsaw though. Oh. The She saw a head fly. She couldn’t make out the face and the vision ended. She tried to see another vision, but she couldn’t. She went on like this getting a little more of thee chain saw story each time. The next day sh had a vision that showed the shack where the head flew. Next day she saw a portion of the house with that shack. The day after that it wasn’t even remote to the previous pictures but she saw an address. 2466. Where was that familiar she asked herself. Finally on the last day of these continued visions she saw the street name. Rosemary. Using common sense she puts the number and street together. 2466 Rosemary. 2466 Rosemary. She thought and thought. Where is that street name so familiar.She remembered finally, but she didn’t want to believe it. That is the house where her brother lived.

She got another vision surprisingly this time the vision let her see the head. It was indeed her brothers. Then at the end of thee vision a little girl popped into the screen with long black hair, and no FACE. A hissy little laugh and it was over.

She had to stop it before it was to late.

She was panicking. She didn’t no what to do she didn’t know how to save her friend/co-worker. I guess they weren’t really friends. Erica hated her she was a b—-. She was a total suck up to the manager and was employee of the month 4 months in a row. She was always mean to Erica. Erica was about to decide to not help, but realized she was a bigger person so she decided she would warn the girl without putting herself in harms way. The next day on her way to work she was in a sweat. Her palms were sweating like crazy because she kew someone was going to die today at the offiice. She was really twitchy and every little thing scared her. Someone dropped a gift basket, that was bought on the first floor of the office building. It was filled with wonderful chocolates, anyways, the person dropped it next to Erica and she threw all of her papers and screamed. Although Erica was nervous nothing happened that day. Or the next day. A week later Erica walks into work and she goes up to her office. No one is there. She reads a note that says

“At a convention in Walla Walla, Washington, be back tomorrow.”

When Erica finishes reading the note it burns into a million little pieces. She heres a hissy little laugh and knows. She feels it; The girl is here. She then goes to run for the door and it locks on her. She tugs on the doorknob viscously, crying in fear. She screams, screams to the walls and the door. “LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!!” Nothing she tried helped. She ran to the elevator pressed the button over and over and over. It begin to flash and then POP! It fizzed away. It broke. She runs into the closest office and… No. There she is the office worker. Standing over by the window. The window suddenly screeches as the co-worker opens the door. She turns around to look at Erica. Her eyes are bloodshot really bad and her skin is pale. Her teeth had also mysteriously turned a dull yellow. She had a crooked smile on her face. She then leaned back and tipped herself out the window. Erica gasped for breath. She took a peak out the window and looked below. There lay her co-worker, dead in a pool of blood.