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Deadly Kiss- She Rises Again

I kept my eyes closed as the ominous man pulled me through what felt like being warped through swirling tunnels of time, but there was no time. Not that I could feel.

I was petrified, yet secure at the same time. The man held me close to his chest as we swiftly warped through the swirling tunnels. I held on tight for I was afraid that I was going to fall into some black abyss if I let go.

I felt this overbearing need to just cry. I held back tears what felt like lifetimes ago… before I died. 

Suddenly the swirling tunnels stopped and we landed onto the same exact spot I was before, but minus my body and the blade that ended my life. I will never forget the face of my stone-cold killer.

Here we are dear. We are right where we need to be.

His mouth never moved when he spoke, but his eyes and face would make movements equivalent to the tone of the words he expressed. He did not blink at all, for he didn’t have eye lids. 

Are you alright? 

He put his ice cold hand on my shoulder. It felt cold to the touch, yet my heart felt warmth from the gesture. I nodded softly. I tried to take a step forward to look at the spot I was murdered and I fell to my knees. My body fell like an old rag doll! I had absolutely no control of my body’s movements at all. I was disconnected from myself, from everyone, everything, the world… my world. Gone. Forever. Taken by the hands of a killer who I thought was the love of my life. It was one big lie; a lie that I so desperately wanted to be true.

My emotions flooded over me like the overbearing current of a river breaking way through a fragile, worn down dam. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. My chest and throat tightened up. I began to sob; it wasn’t just part of my body that sobbed, it was every fiber of my being that sobbed. I was robbed of my body and of my life. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it. 

The ominous man pulled me up onto my knees and sat down with me on the blood soaked concrete. 

Don’t cry dear. It’s going to be okay. Your pain is over and the healing will finally begin. Justice will soon be in your hands.

“How? How is everything going to be okay? I’m dead and it’s all over! How can a dead person get justice? It’s impossible!” 

I cried even harder. I realized that I would never be able to see any of my family or friends again. I felt robbed, hopeless, helpless, and stuck… stuck in this darkness. Instead of arguing back or trying to use more words to comfort or assure me, he just sat there with me. He held me closer to his icy cold body. 

After a few moments, I started to slow down. A few minutes after, I completely stopped crying. When I was still alive, this would never have happened. I used to cry until I fell asleep on my couch or on my bed at home. My fiance, or should I say, stone-cold killer, didn’t have any patience. He always focused on a way to fix whatever made me upset or for me to ‘get over it’. I hated it. I didn’t want to share anything with him because I was afraid I would immediately get judged or hurt. 

You have quite a beautiful voice. My heart breaks for you. Many moons ago I felt the same exact way that you did. 

“What happened? How did you die?” 

The Ominous man glanced down at the crimson colored cement, and then back up at me.

I was once betrayed like you. Someone who I thought I could trust stabbed me in the back, literally. It was an argument over what my once niave spirit worried about, which was money and time. So we met up at a park to talk things out like adults. The conversation wasn’t going anywhere and I thought it was best that it was time for me to go home. I stood up from the bench and turned my back only to be dragged into the trees under the hill below. I felt an excruciating pain in the middle of my spine. And then I felt it again, and again, and again through my head, neck, and lower spine. Everything faded to red and then black. I woke up what felt like moments later in pure blackness. I got up and managed to crawl up the hill with whatever strength I had left. A passerby in that park found me and called for help. By the time help came, it was too late. I was gone.

“Oh my god, that’s awful! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe someone did that to you.”

I had a wife, two children, a home, an ever changing career. It was yanked away from me just like how that filthy creature took your life. I was angry, heartbroken, confused, and I felt that I was forever stuck on this plane. Time went by and I wasted away. The one who I truly believed was the love of my life turned to another not long after I died. My children grew up and they moved on. They were very very little when I passed. I got tired of watching myself waste away. I had to seek justice out for myself, and I did just that!

“And then what happened?”

Only time will tell my dear. 

He helped me up and I felt myself gain a little bit more control of my body. I was able to stand up on my own and in fact, I felt lighter. I felt physically, emotionally, and spiritually lighter. It was like as if a weight was taken off my body. I haven’t felt anything like that in years.

Oh, and you can call me Gerald, or Brandy. Whatever works for you dear.

For once in my existence, I felt as though that whatever facing me was not going to be insurmountable. Maybe, I can stop this situation from getting any worse. Maybe I can stop my killer and show everyone the kind of person this monster really is. Maybe I can save others from getting killed too!

Maybe Brandy can help me. I need to know why he is here though. Why is he helping me? Is he a guardian angel? Is he death? Is he just an ordinary ghost or phantom? What is he? Who is he? 

To be continued…

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Alex Speak · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

7 Romantic Creepyku Shorts

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The drilling is gone.

You’ve taken my pain away.

Te amo mi amor.


Despite the decay.

Despite the suffering dear.

You’re worth it to me.


End of the body.

Beginning of the soul fire.

Everlasting love.


I have ended me.

She keeps the fire in me.

The maggots are gone.


Hatred melted me.

Ripped from the bone forever.

Drained of love and blood.


Slaughtered by my love.

She died a long time ago.

I still have the knife.


Even though I’m dead,

I’ve never felt so alive.

Her kisses are sweet.


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Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Shallow Wrist Doctor

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Thank Christ you have come for me.

Insert the decadent nectar into my skin.

I can’t live within my whole shell, I’m not clean.

I cannot return to my kin.

Forgive me dear doctor for I have committed the worst blessings with no sins.

I’m not sick enough for my dearest master.

Rip open my splintered bones, splice my cells, sync my neurons, split my tissue.

Give me more, give me more, give me more!!!

I need it, I feel it, I crave it, you love it.

They stare at me as I sleep, its hurts so good.

Your hands on my head arouse me so much.

Press harder on my skull please.

Harder… harder… harder…

I can’t die.

I CAN’T DIE!!!!

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Semetary Fanfic)- That dog is supposed to be dead (Part 1)

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I’m starting to wonder if this is something more than a doctor could fix. Again I go to the doctor, again I get the same results, with the exception of having the flu and a severe sinus infection. I’ve seen all kinds of doctors and specialists since I first started school. Call me impatient, but it seems like nothing is getting better with my mental health. I’ve seen multiple therapists, two psychiatrists, a school counselor, a neurologist, a general practitioner, a social worker, you name it! I’ve had test after test after test done and they all come out normal. Blood tests, Urine tests, stress tests, MRIs, Pet Scans, CT Scans, several assessments made by EVERY medical professional I have seen and everything comes back normal. My medications have been switched around 4 times already, and nothing works permanently. I’m starting to wonder if anyone believes me anymore. This can’t be…

I need to be completely open about something. Mental Health awareness has always been something that I have been wanting to support since I was in high school, so I want to share something personal about myself. Maybe those who are struggling might find some comfort in this.

My family and I have been through a lot of trauma in the past. We’ve lost relatives ranging from cancer, car crashes, or suicide. It always seemed to hit either my cousins or aunts and uncles. We’ve also been robbed twice while being at home and almost lost our house to a fire caused by some shotty wiring in our old laundry room. But the truth is, there is one thing that happened in my life that has scarred me for the rest of my days. I never really mentioned this before, but the truth is I had an older sister. Her name was Lydia, but we called her Lily. She died almost 10 years ago. I lost my older sister due to self harm. She was 14 and I was only 10 at the time when it happened. We were in the living room one day, watching TV and she randomly stands up, stares off into space, then heads into the kitchen. I followed her because something within me told me to. She went straight to the knife set, filled her hands with all kinds of knives, and started to cut and scratch at her skin. I remember that she screamed at the voices who told her to ‘scratch her skin off’ with the knives. I ran in there and fought to pull the knives out of her hands. She stabbed me and tried to stab my parents as we tried to stop her. She pushed all of us away and then began to skin the knives into her skull so she could rip her skin, hair, and ears off. After struggling for a few moments, my sister dropped all of the knives except for one. She looked at me and said,”This is for you, brother. I am sorry” and she proceeded to stab herself once in the gut and once in the heart. She collapsed to the floor and a large pool of blood enveloped the kitchen floor. I covered up her wounds the best I could while my mom tried to keep her with us. My dad was on the phone with 911… as soon as they arrived, it was too late.

Truth be told, Lydia was very very sick. What happened was not her fault. For years I thought that it was my fault that she died, but my parents and many others convinced me otherwise. She was diagnosed with a rare form of Schizophrenia that only a select handful of the human population has at the age of 6. It develops at a very young age and only gets worse as you get older. My parents had another baby girl a few years after my sister passed away. I could never understand why they decided to have another child after that. I felt like they just did it so they could fill that void that my older sister left behind. I was diagnosed with Bipolar II and PTSD at the age of 11. Supposedly I was ‘acting out’ in school, ‘not acting like myself’, and had been changing for the worse, according to my parents. My parents were afraid that I was developing the same illness that claimed my sister, but thankfully I was spared. I felt as though I was treated differently from everyone else, thanks to rumors being spread about my sister’s death. Regardless of what happened, Dani and Jeff have always stuck by my side.

With that being said, did I somehow empathically ‘inherit’ my sister’s illness after she died? Was I truly truly sick? Or maybe I’m really not sick and something very wrong is going on here. Maybe the Pet Sematary is a real place. Maybe that Pascow guy really does exist. Maybe Dani and Jeff did something they really shouldn’t have. Maybe the Creed family murders are true. Maybe there is such things as this cursed place that brings the dead to life beyond its main circle. God only knows, because I don’t. I decided that the first thing I was going to do after seeing the doctor was grab my laptop and head on over to the Public Library instead of the school’s library. I believe the Public Library will have more information on these legends than the school library would.

After my doctor’s visit, I open the door to find a pool of blood on the doormat. There was a trail of blood that led to the doorway of Jeff’s room. A pair of glowing red eyes stood in the room engulfed by darkness. I took a couple steps forward, weaving around the blood and saw a gruesome sight. It was Jack… but at the same time it wasn’t Jack. The dog took a few steps forward and he looked just as he did when he died, but worse… much worse. His fur was matted with mud and this awful smelling sludge water. His eyes were sunken in beyond the red. His stance was awkward and bent, almost like a V. I thought that the dog was going to attack me, but he didn’t. He just stood there and stared at me. It felt like eons had passed as we continued to stare at each other. I was stuck and I couldn’t move a single muscle in my body.

Christ almighty… thinking about this is making me feel sick… I can’t move a single muscle in my body. I have to keep this short for now. I feel as though I’m being watched. I’ll post more of what happened later on. Peace.

Intro | Previous Part ( Something Weird is Going On Here) |That Dog is Supposed to be Dead (Pt 2)

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(This is a fanfic series is based off of Stephen King’s original Pet Sematary as well as Pet Sematary 1 & 2 films.)

Alex Speak · Randomness · Short Stories · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

Deadliest Kiss

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Face down on the pavement, she thought she had nowhere to turn. Sitting in her own blood, slashed by the no life killer.

The killer she thought would forever be hers. Stabbed, slashed, lonely, and misused.

Tears rolled down her face as the rain washed away the blood. Am I alive or dead? the girl thought to herself. 

She could feel pain, but couldn’t speak out. She wanted to cry out, but the slashed part of  her throat took away that gift.

Tapping of leather shoes passed by the girl’s head. Fearing what others would think of her, she stayed down.

A gentle tap and a Hello? came from above her. Fearing what she looked like, she stayed down.

Are you alright my dear? I want to see your beautiful face. 

She lifted her face and saw a ghastly sight. A tall man with a skeletal face reached out for her hand. 

The man had passionate eyes, but skin of white tendons and black spaces in between. He had moderately long jet black hair and wore a black suit.

Despite his ghostly stature, she felt at home with the being and allowed him to lift her up off the cement. This is no place for a beautiful girl such as yourself.

I’m terribly sorry for what that horrid creature did to you. I will put an end to him!

Take my hand, said the ghostly figure. The girl grabbed the ghostly man’s hand and with that, they zipped into the darkness within the trees.

To be continued…

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The Grove- It’s So Cold… pt 2

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I felt as though I had no choice but to follow that light. As soon as it appeared, it zipped through the trees, which caused them to bend outwards like rubber, opening up a new path. I ran to the entrance of the path and stopped for a moment. I was absolutely shocked by what I saw, “there was absolutely no way in hell that could have happened”. But it did. I rubbed my eyes, then looked down the path again. I had chills running down my spine as I stared at the endless path engulfed by white fog. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing, and my legs felt like they were glued to the ground.

I took a deep breath and took slow and steady steps down the path. I felt as though I was being watched by hundreds of curious eyes, but there was no one there. I could hear twigs randomly snapping and the rustling of leaves all around me. I looked side to side, behind me, above me, but saw nothing. I swear to god that out of the corner of each eye, I could see something standing in the distance, but every time I looked around, there was nothing there. I took every ounce of concentration to ignore the overwhelming fear that crawled up and down my spine and continued down the misty path.

If you ignore the sounds of dread, you just might end up dead. 

I immediately stopped dead in my tracks when I heard an eerie, disembodied voice whisper in my left ear. RUN! I bolted down the pathway as fast as humanly possible. Everything around me started to turn into what I can describe in my wildest imagination: hell in its purest form. My surroundings started to fade into darkness and the trees began to seep and drip dark red fluid onto the ground. As I ran I could hear heavy raindrops hitting against the damp leaves around me. A few raindrops turned into an absolute downpour. The skies opened up and flooded upon me. My feet began to lose friction below me and I slipped and fell right on my face. I tried to scramble upwards, but the mud quickly turned to murky flood water. I was being washed away by red fluid that dripped from the trees and heavy rainfall from the skies. My vision was blurred by the murky waters surrounding me. I could feel debris hitting me from all sides of me. I couldn’t tell if they were rocks, twigs, or what, all I know is that they hit me hard, very hard. Suddenly, I felt two bone like hands lift me up from the floodwaters and thrusted me downwards. I was still blinded and could not see where I was falling.

THUNK. I landed face first into a patch of neatly cut grass. It felt as though I was hit by a truck. I slowly used my arms and knees to push myself upwards and what I saw scared me to my core. There it was… my mother’s grave. Freshly cut white, gray, and black granite with a fresh pile of red roses on it. It was a tombstone in the shape of an angel with a black placard sitting in front of it. It looked like as if time had barely touched it.

I’m sorry

The tombstone burst into flames in front of my eyes. I could see my mom rising up from the statue. She was translucent, but her image was clear as day. She was healthy, happy, beautiful. She slowly walked up to me, grasped my hand, and helped me up.

“Mom?” She slightly nodded. I jumped into her arms as hard as I could and never let go. I cried into her chest and told her how much I loved her and missed her.

Don’t trust your brother. Even kin can turn on you.

“What do you mean?” I pulled away and saw that the thing that used to be my mom was an ash covered skeleton with its head tilted back and its mouth fully agape.

“MOM!” I dropped the skeleton and it disintegrated into ash that blew away in the wind. The trees and gravestones surrounding the area were ablazed.

I have to find the truth.

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Three Years on WordPress!!!

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ASnowpasta Chronicles turns 3 today!!!!

My, my where did the time go?

I never thought that in a million years I would be this dedicated to anything like this in my life.

I have poured so much time and energy into this site and it never gets old.

And yet, the truth is this is only the beginning for this site.

I cannot thank you all enough for the love and support that has made this site a reality.

I’m grateful for everyone who continues to follow me on this wonderful journey called life.

Here’s to three years and many more to come.

Cheers! =)

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