The other day was Halloween. I was walking to the bus stop at 7am and thinking about L. 'Today is his birthday' I thought. 'He'd be 29.' As I walked across the tiny town I live in, I remembered a peice of artwork I saw on TheO the night before.
The art was titled We Love You L! by WiNtErLeAf. It featured L with his eyes closed and a rose in the background. In small elegant font to his left was writen his birth and death date. I recalled what he had said the day he died. "The bells are ringing awfully loud today."
I sighed and continued down the road, nearly at the bus stop. Then I heard bells. Three soft, high pitched rings.I stopped and stared at the paavement beneath me, straining my ears for further sounds.
Nothing.
I glanced up the hill to the old stone church. It sat still and calm.
I shivered and continued walking, a strange panic within me.
'If I die today there's a good chance I'll be around my friends. My imagination carried on until i was almost sprinting down the road to the bus stop. I rounded the corner and stared into the dawn darkness that surrounded me. Two boys, both on skateboards, and a girl, watching.
I sighed. They were fine. I silently scolded myself for getting so carried away.
When I reached the bus stop I asked. "Did you guys hear bells a few minutes ago?"
They looked at me and shook their heads. "Nope, why?"
"I just thought I did." I shrugged.

*****

"Oh," I said. "It's midnight"
Two of my best girlfirends were sitting on the bed with me, munching on mini smarties and kit-kats. They glanced at the digital clock on my bedstand and nodded.
"Lets not go to sleep." they said it like it was actually a possibility.
I laughed."Ya, lets not" I said and grabbed an aero out of my friends candy bag.

Perhaps I really did hear bells, or maybe I just let my imagination get carried away. I dunno, it just kinda freaked me out and I thought it made a good short story as my first post.