Firstly I have to say that
I am a really big Elvis fan and I think this had something to do with my
experience. Anyway friend
Sarah and I decided to
have a bit of a 'Elvis Presley movie night'. Well it was my idea
as she isn't really a huge fan. So we were just talking sitting on my bed.
We just chatting about how cute Elvis looked in this particular picture
and how freaky he looked in this other one. I regulary talk to elvis in
private and around others but really don't believe he can hear me, it's
something I do to amuse myself and to come to terms with his passing. So
we were just there chatting and getting all freaked out about this picture
of Elvis. It was like the Mona Lisa or something, the eyes were all
wierd. I admit that was our imagination because the more we talked
about it more we got all freaked out. After a while I heard my dad call
us for dinner we soon forgot about the
picture.
After dinner we came back
to my room and I turned some fast 50's stuff on and turned on my cool purple
light, we were just laughing ourselves silly about friend J- and how she
got in the wrong car after school. After a while we decided to turn the
music on to pause and start watching a movie. My friend Sarah leaned over
to get a video off my desk when the pile of vidoeos fell violently onto
her hand. One of the covers gave her a small cut and so we got a
band aid. When we came back in the room was really cold, both of us were
nearly in tears. We had to get out of there so we ran into my lounge room.
Both of us were sitting on my couch crying and shaking. We sat there for
a good twenty minutes when to our horror my stereo which was on pause
started
playing the line " A very
old friend came by today" off the song 'Mary's the Name of his Latest Flame'.
After a while of sitting on that couch with my dad looking at us funny, I got up some courage to go back into my room. The temperature was back to normal and the picture of Elvis at one of his last concerts was lying on the floor. We didn't sleep easily that night. I don't know if it was Elvis or just a coincidence or something else. The one thing I know is that my room is a whole lot more scarier since that night.
And Elvis, if you can read this, please don't be offended!