The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

It’s been 6 days. He’s driving my car. He’s kissing my wife. He’s going to my job and taking my kids to school. He sleeps in my bed and wears my clothes. I couldn’t even explain to you what happened, But 6 days ago he took my place on this earth. When I tried to get back into the house, he stood blocking the doorway, wearing my green and coral plaid shirt, glaring at me. I tried to go into work and he appeared in the hallway. He took me by the arm and dragged me out into the street and hit me with my brown leather briefcase until I stopped struggling. The next night, I went back to my house. I peered through the window into the dining room, wanting to see how my wife and kids were doing. They were having dinner, with him in my seat at the head of the table. He saw me. He pounded his fists on the table, yelling in a voice that sounded like mine. As he stormed through the house and out the front door, I ran across the street and hid behind a parked car. He stood in the front lawn, the l...

It was a regular Friday night and I was up late chatting to my friend Bradley on this virtual chat room we had found online. He told me and the other guys who we had just met, that he was able to stay up as late as he wanted, because his parents were away until the weekend and he had the house to himself. We stayed on there for a few hours having fun with these random people, and I noticed Bradley had taken a liking to one girl in particular. Soon enough, my mum began calling out for me to go to sleep. As I was about to log off, I asked Bradley what he was doing tomorrow, thinking he might want to stop by my place. He didn’t reply for a while, until: “Bradley is typing a message.” Then it went blank. “Bradley is typing a message.” Nothing again. “Whatever man, I’m going to bed we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” I said. It was strange for him to just stop replying like that. I didn’t hear from him again until the next day when I logged on to the chat site and he was on. He apologised for n...

You are preparing to go to bed. It was a tiring day and you are alone in the house because everyone was out for a night swim, you couldn’t come because of school. It has been your nightly ritual to check on your e-mail before going to bed. You open your account, there is one new message on your inbox. It is from an unfamiliar e-mail address. You click it and it has an audio file attached to it. You open the audio file. The few seconds are all but silence. For a moment you thought it’s just another spam e-mail, but it was on your inbox not in spam. You are about to close your laptop when you heard static and noise as if a man was carrying the audio device. After a loud thud you hear a man crying on the background. You start to feel your spine getting cold. You can hear the man’s shriveling cry. You know he is scared and trembling. And then you hear him scream. You almost jumped out of your desk. You want to turn the player off but you’re too curious to stop listening. Then you heard wh...

02-10-2012 This story began about five days ago but I’ve only now just got round to writing it down. I’ll take my time to make sure I share everything with you and the fact that this whole ordeal hasn’t once left my mind makes me feel certain that I won’t miss any details. It’s going to be a very long story, maybe too long for some people; but I just need some sort of explanation to keep me from feeling insane. I’m hoping that if I write it all down, maybe I or someone else can make some sense of it – as little as there may be. Well I suppose this story actually began 48 years ago and the only reason I know anything about it is because of my Grandad. From the 60′s up until the late 80′s, my Grandad used to work on the ships as a deckhand. He worked on many different ships under the wing of many different captains, and so the sea – being the exciting place that it is – left him with hundreds of stories to tell. When I was a young boy, I would continuously ask him to tell me these stori...