Opens Door 666

By Barbara Mangum

This is a story about a family who moved out of Brooklyn to the country, because Brooklyn was too fast with the prostitution, pimps, and drugs that where plaguing their children. They decided it is best to move. But they soon found themselves on this big farm, where strange things that couldnt be explained were happening to them. They also found out it had something to do with a spacecraft that had crashed underground on their property, and it was causing paranormal things to happen to them. Like strange dreams. They didnt know what to do, so they soon decided to go to an Indian reservation to see an Indian chief with great powers. The Indian chief told them that this spacecraft that had crashed on their property opened up a parallel dimension, which had access to their minds, and it was causing them to have these strange dreams. That in time, if the dimension wasnt closed up, their dreams would turn into reality. So the Indian chief gave them instructions on how to close the dimension, but it was too latetheir oldest daughter had been penetrated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524578992

Barbara Mangum

Hello My name is Barbara Ann Wisdom Mangum,, And I would like to give you a small sumerier about me as the writer of Open Door's.. First of all I would like to say i really enjoyed writing this Book,, when i started out writing this Book I didn't realize the impact it had taken, until I had saw the effect of people's feed back. As the writer I put my heart, and soul into this Book. I had gotten so involved with the character's in this book, until they had become like my own family members, a part of me. As the writer of Open Door's I wanted this book so much to be like know other's. I wanted it to be original -- using subjects very powerful. Concerning Telepathic phonemonale paranormal situations, dealing with the super Natural,, the Spiritual and scientific studies. But not abandoning reality, from what's real and what's not real. This Book Open Door's interpretation meaning Open mind's is one of my many master pieces. That I enjoyed writing, and I hope you as the public, my reader's find it as pleasant to read as I did writing it.

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For hours, it seemed like we didn’t see anyone. We had driven many miles on that lonely highway. I had just awakened from what was supposed to have been a short nap, but I guess I was more tired than I really thought. The sun was going down now as I looked down the highway. It was beautiful, the sunset; and the highway and the sun looked like they met up at the end of the road that seemed so very far away.

I jumped up from out of the backseat, rubbing my eyes and asking Daddy how long we had to go now. Daddy looked tired—he had been up all night driving. I wanted to hurry up and see the new house. It was out on a farm. For once, I could have my own room. I was so happy that I didn’t have to share another room with any of my brothers or sisters anymore. These people in Brooklyn where we lived, it seemed like no one really cared anymore. Anything had to be better than this godforsaken place. Living in Brooklyn in the slums, these projects, I hated them so much. All the hoes and pimps, drug users and drug dealers made me sick. Some days I had to go home the long way just to keep from meeting up with certain drug dealers who wanted me to sell drugs for them.

I am the eldest out of three brothers. My name is Justin, and I am fourteen years old. I have two other brothers younger than me: Divan, ten, and Carlton, seven. Then there’s my two sisters Shawn and Kathleen. Shawn is fifteen. She is the oldest, and she thinks she everybody’s mother. And then there’s the baby, Kathleen. She’s five. We called her Kat for short. And of course there is my mother Barbara. She’s forty-two. She’s been with my father since she was twenty-two. My father’s name is Paul Write. He’s forty-five. My mother and father have been married for sixteen years now, and they love each other so much. They’re the perfect couple. They are the ideal parents—at least I think so. I love them from the bottom of my heart and wouldn’t trade them for nothing in the world. I mean that too. I wouldn’t trade them for nothing in the world. I’m sure my brothers and sisters feel the same way I do too.

Daddy looked through the rearview mirror at me with his tired eyes. He always seemed so happy even when times were hard. He made us laugh, saying, Ooh, so you’ve finally come back to life, hum?

Yah, Dad, I finally came back to life. How long we been driving?

For a couple of hours!

How long ’fore we get there?

Will be there soon enough!

Ooh, Dad, come on, for real, how long?

We have about three more hours, Justin.

My father and my mother had decided on driving down there. Many hours had passed, and it was nighttime now.

I asked, How long now, Dad? Are we almost there yet?

In another hour and a half, right after the fork in the road, which is coming up right now.

I sat up in my seat with anticipation, looking until we finally passed the fork in the road. Kathleen said, Daddy, how will we know which side of the fork in the road we should take to get to the house so that we won’t get lost?

Well I’ll tell you one thing, little girl, Mother said to Kathleen. You’re too young to be going anywhere. Trust me, the farm is so big, with all the cows and chickens, you’ll be busy enough milking the cows and feeding those chickens.

Mama, for real you’ll let me milk the cows? Can I ride the horses too?

Ooh me too, mama, said Divan. And me too, said Carlton.

My horse is going to stay in my room with me, Kathleen said, ’cause I don’t want Carlton or Divan riding him. I’m going to teach my horse how to fly too. I can do that, right, Mama?

Don’t be silly, Kathleen. First of all, you can’t keep a horse in your room. Second of all, the only horses that can fly are unicorns, and you have to be a princess and live in a castle to have a unicorn, and you live on a farm, ha!

You shut up, Divan. I can so have a unicorn anytime I want.

He’s not a unicorn, he’s just a regular horse, and he can’t fly, and you can’t have a horse in the house either.

I can so. Mama, tell Divan I can so. I can have a unicorn in my room if I want.

Now Divan, I told you about teasing your little sister.

Am not teasing her.

Honey look, there’s the farm. And it’s beautiful.

Where?

Kathleen, please sit down. You’re ready to jump right out my lap. Calm down, baby.

I want to see too, Mama, I want to see too.

Oh man, Justin, look at those horses. Carlton was so excited that his eyes looked as though they were going to pop right out his head.

There’s at least five of them. They’re all ours, Dad?

Yes, Carlton.

There’s two black and three brown. I want that black one right there, Carlton said.

Justin said, I want that brown one with the white spots.

No, mama told me I could have the one with the wings.

Carlton said, Kathleen, do you see any of those horses out there with wings? Divan laughed.

Carlton looked at Divan. You know she’s a baby, and sometimes I think you are too, stupid.

Kathleen went on to say, Carlton, you only seven so what you talking about? Mama, I don’t see my horse, where is he?

Where’s who, baby?

My horse, the one with the wings

Mom said, Kathleen, you can have the pretty black one over there, right next to the other black one with the white stripe going down his nose. You see him? He’s all black, and you can call him Black Beauty.

Oh, can he fly?

Kathleen, I may be only seven, but at least I know that horses can’t fly.

For your information, they can so.

Carlton rolled his eyes up in his head. Whatever!

Anyway, Mama said I can have Black Beauty, and he can so fly.

O boy, yah right?

Mama, make Carlton stop teasing me. He’s just jealous ’cause my horse can fly and his can’t.

I know one thing: you kids better be ready to feed and clean those horses, change those horseshoes, milk the cows, and feed the chickens.

Carlton rolled his eyes up once again. Oh, Dad!

Divan started pouting. Oh man.

That’s nothing. Look at those pigs and cows and all those chickens. That’s what I’m talking about.

Yep, that’s what I’m talking about with Divan. You kids are going to have a lot of work around this farm. This ain’t no joke. It’s nothing like living in Brooklyn, and since it’s still the summer, you guys got to get up in the morning around five a.m. daybreak and start your chores.

Daybreak, I said. What? We never got up that early before, Dad.

I know, but we goanna have a lot of chores around this place. This is a big farm, you’ll get used to it. You’ll have to. You guys remember what you promised me? We all agreed that we would move down here, and you said you would help me run the farm, okay?

Okay, Mom, Dad. Please give us a break now.

Break nothing, Shawn.

So this is the rundown: you’ll have your breakfast first, and then go out and start your chores, okay? That’s a bet.

Yes, Mom, I said.

Lunch will be at noon. We should be finished with our chores by nightfall, and we will do this until school start’s. Okay, you guys?

Yes, Mom, okay. All right. Whatever you say, I said again.

And I’ll give you your own chores that you will be responsible for, okay?

Yes, Mom, Shawn said.

Good. I’m glad we all have an understanding.

Mom, but is it really true what they say about this old farm?

I don’t know, Divan. What do they say?

They said that the last family that lived here complained about a UFO sighting. They even said that their youngest girl got abducted by a UFO, and they’ve never seen her again.

Mama, Divan is lying, right? Right, Mama?

Of course he is, honey. Now Divan, stop you’re lying. There’s no such a thing as UFOs, you know that, Mama said. She turned to Kathleen. He’s just trying to scare you, baby.

Well, tell him to stop. I don’t like it.

Divan said, You’re a scaredy-cat.

I am not.

You are too.

Am not.

Are too.

Now come on, you kids. You’re trying to drive me crazy or something?

Honey, please tell Divan to stop teasing his sister. I can’t take any more of this.

Divan, please. You know better than that.

Okay, Dad. I’m sorry.

Stupid. Can’t stand you.

Now, Kathleen, you be nice too.

Yes, Mama, Kathleen then put her thumb in her mouth and hugged Mom around her neck.

Oh, I can’t wait to get in that tub and take a hot bath. Just sit and relax with some lighted candles.

Dad was driving slowly to the front door as we all looked. We were amazed at our beautiful big new home. And it was a place you could call home too. The view was spectacle.

I couldn’t believe it, finally my own room. Mama said I could have my own room. I didn’t have to share it with no one—not Divan or Carlton. They had their own room to share. And the girls had their own room to share too.

We drove to the front door of the house, a beautiful brown oak wood door. The house was light blue with black trimming around the windows, my favorite colors.

Daddy said, All right, everybody out. Get your suitcases and take them inside.

What room is mine? said Shawn.

I said, What room is yours? You don’t get a room for yourself. You mean you and Kathleen!

Shawn just looked at me like I was crazy, and asked again, Mama, what room is mine?

Mom said, I don’t know yet. We’ll see once we get in.

You guys know me and your mother get the master bedroom, right?

Shawn said, We all know this, Daddy, I just don’t know why Justin gets a room of his own.

Oh, shut up, Shawn. ’Cause am oldest, that’s why.

You’re not the oldest, I’m the oldest.

But I’m the oldest boy and am more responsible than all of you! And Dad and Mom trust to me to take care of you and to make the right decisions when they’re not here, I said. Don’t lick your tongue at me, Kathleen.

Shawn rolled her eyes at me and said, Mom and Dad just don’t know.

Mom said, Don’t know what, Shawn?

Mom, Justin is not more responsible than me. It’s not fair he gets his own room and I don’t.

Dad looked at Mom and shook his head, and then he said Everybody got their bags?

Shawn just rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Everyone said yes.

Okay, let’s go see our brand new house. You look so excited, honey, Dad said.

You just don’t know. We finally made it out that hood. I hated it too. Now the children can have all the space they need to grow up in a good home. And they won’t be around all those hookers, drug users, and pimps. Paul, I think I love this house already.

Well you better. We paid enough for it.

Mom looked at Dad and smiled and then went in with the kids.

Oh my God, it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful, Paul. Barbara couldn’t hold her tears as they fell down her face.

Kathleen looked up at her and said, Mama, why are you crying? Daddy, Mama is crying, why is she crying?

It’s okay, it’s nothing, baby. I’m just happy, Mom said. See, this is what grown people do when they’re happy about something.

Kathleen looked at Carlton, and said, They do.

Divan said to Kathleen, You’ll understand when you get a little bit older. Right, Mom?

Yes, baby.

They all began to go to the kitchen. The house was so much bigger than that old apartment they had. The living room had a fireplace, and it was big and cozy. The dining room was big too. They had a pouch outside and one inside. Their new house was magnificent.

Let’s go upstairs, Mom said.

No, wait, let’s check the basement, Dad said.

Mom said, Paul, we’ll be upstairs, okay? I want to see the bedrooms first.

Dad said, I’ll be up there in a moment, honey.

So the kids followed Mom upstairs, me and Shawn running ahead of everyone, and so getting upstairs before anyone. We had separated—Shawn was in a bathroom, and I in another bedroom.

This is my room. Mom, come here for a minute.

I want this bedroom. You said I can have my own bedroom.

Wait you guys, I’m not as young as I used to be. Where are you?

In here, we both said at the same time.

Mom said, Where? She walked in the room where I was.

Mom, I want this bedroom please, please, please. I want this one right here.

Okay, okay. It’s yours. It looks like a nice room.

Thanks, Mom, I love it, I said and then kissed her on the cheek.

Now we have to find a bedroom for Shawn and Kathleen. And Carlton and Divan. Oh look, you guys, we have two bathrooms, isn’t that nice? That will be one bathroom for the boys, and one bathroom for the girls.

Mom, that’s fine, but I want my own bedroom like Justin, Shawn says.

Now Shawn, we talked about this already, we said you and Kathleen would share a room together.

I know, but it’s just that Justin has a room of his own. And he’s always talking about being responsible for all of us, then let him be responsible for Kathleen. Let him and Kathleen share a room together.

Shawn, we talked about this already. Come on now, be a good sport.

Shoot, okay. But that’s not fair! I don’t know why Justin can get his own room and I can’t. Mama, I’m one year older than he is, that’s not fair.

"Shawn, come here, baby. You know Kathleen is too young and so scared. She can’t have her own room. I don’t want her to sleep alone. Maybe later on, we’ll change over, and you can have your own bedroom. Maybe the attic or basement. Let’s just try it like this for now, okay, honey?

Okay, Mom.

Thank you, baby, I love you, I can always count on you to be understanding and do the right thing. Don’t worry, later on when Kathleen gets older, we’ll change it up, and you can have your own room.

Well I know she won’t be getting the basement. That’s going to be my workshop, Dad says.

Oh, honey can’t you build a workshop in the barn? It’s big enough.

You mean where the horses are? Come on, honey, all those horse, they smell. Oh man, we’ll see.

Just think about it, baby. Okay?

Okay.

Well then, Mom, can Carlton and me have the attic?

No, that’s going to be my room. Didn’t you here what Mom said? Shawn said.

There’s two more rooms on this floor, one for Mom and Dad and one left for you. When Kathleen gets old enough to sleep by herself.

We got the master bedroom, Shawn.

I know, Daddy!

You already took the basement from me.

I looked at Mom and said, Maybe we can make it a game room.

A game room!

The kids smiled. Yep, a game room!

You kids have enough space to make your own games in your own rooms.

Shawn folded her arms. Oh, Daddy.

Mom looked at all of us. She just shook her head. Well, let’s go see what the rest of the house looks like. What does the basement look like, Paul?

Oh, it’s beautiful, honey. It would have been perfect for my workshop, and I know just how I would have fixed it up. But now I don’t know, you all are putting me out in the barn.

We’re not putting you out in the barn.

Well, what do you call it?

Come on, honey, let’s just work together. I’m really so glad we decided to buy this farm. Though I know you never tended to live stock before, so it’s going to be perfect and a challenge.

Yes, it’s going to be a challenge. I always wanted to live on a farm when I was a little boy.

You never told me that, honey.

Yep!

They walked into the master bedroom. This is a beautiful home, I must say. Honey, I love it. We made the right decision. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this sooner.

Barbara said, I know, now everyone can have their own space. We won’t be getting on each other’s nerves. We have more than enough space. Anyway, Paul, I’m going to make dinner now. It’s kind of late, and I want to get an early start tomorrow.

What time is it?

"It’s 6:25 p.m. I want to have dinner ready by 7:30 p.m. Listen, you kids