Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit

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Anyway, the doctor’s visit… yeah… it sure was interesting. I’m not sure if I’m feeling 100% better after last night, but I think I managed to get some answers on what the hell is going on with me.

So I walked into his office, which is within a larger medical building that is interconnected with one of the local hospitals, Cunningway Hospital to be exact. It had weird vibes to it, but I think part of it had to do with me being so nervous! I asked Jeff and Danielle to come in with me so they could give some insight to the doctor on what I have been acting like when I sleep. I had to show up about 30 minutes early so I could fill out some paperwork. The office itself was very nice. It had light mocha colored walls, red and dark brown furniture, a couple fish tanks on each side of the waiting room, a light brown hardwood floor with a large round rug over the top of it, and soft classic music playing in the background. The front desk was at the middle of the room with one brown haired, blue eyed girl sitting at the desk. She was quite friendly! I could see other receptionists and nurses walking around the room, printing stuff, going through papers, working on computers, you know, basic doctor office stuff.

“Hello Alex! How are you doing today?” A tall, svelt, older gentleman walked through the door and waved hello to me. He had salt and pepper hair, a green dress shirt, black shoes, and tie, deep blue eyes and lightly tanned skin.

“I’m doing okay I guess.”

“Hm. Just okay?” I nodded then looked down at my feet. “My name is Doctor Shirley, but you can call me Steve.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand to shake it. He had a firm, but not too harsh of a handshake. “So I hear that you have been getting some pretty nasty nightmares, is that right?”

“Yes.” I felt so nervous, I wanted to throw up. My stomach was churning and my hands were cold and clammy. I looked down at my feet a lot. ‘Thank god they’re not covered in mud’ I thought to myself.

“There’s nothing for you to be nervous about Alex! I’m a pretty harmless guy. I have worked with teens and young adults for over 35 years. I promise that there is nothing to worry about. Now, who are these two who have joined you today? Are they your friends?”

“Yes they are. This is Danielle and Jeff.” Both of them stuck out their hands and shook the doctor’s hand. “They’re just here for moral support, I guess you can say.”

“Have they signed our medical consent forms yet?”

“Yes they have.”

“Good good! Anyway, I have a few basic questions that I need you to answer for me. These are primarily ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions. I just need to gather a little bit more information about you before we can move forward. Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah that’s fine with me.” The nervousness started to fade just a teeny tiny bit. I found that I was starting to regain a sense of control.

“Alrighty then, let’s begin!” The doctor took out a clipboard and a black pen which had a white feather glued on it. I thought it was quite clever. Going through all of these questions just tired me out. Don’t ask me why, they just did.

“It definitely sounds like you had a bit of a troubling past, is that right?”

“Yeah… I have. During all the crap that happened back then, I really felt like as though there was a point in time where my family wanted nothing to do with me. Though during those hard times I had the support of my two best buds. I don’t know where I would be without them.”

“Have you had any counseling in the past Alex?”

“Yes of course.”

“Is it okay for me to refer you to a local MFT?”

“Yeah, sure. Any help that you can give would be great.”

“Alrighty then! I will be referring you to a Dr. Creed. He is one of my trusted colleagues and a friend of the family since I was little.” My stomach dropped to the floor as soon as that name came up. My hands began to sweat again and I could feel myself get shaky. Doctor Creed… Creed was one of the names that ghost Pascow mentioned… Goddammit Alex get yourself together! It’s just a coincidence.

“At the end of the day Alex, it is your health that matters the most. Don’t let your past get in the way of what you want to do in the future. You are a very young, healthy, and intelligent young man with a positive future ahead of you. I can promise you that you will get through this and I will do everything in my power to help you.”

“Thank you so much for your help today Dr- I mean Steve.”

“Now Alex, I would like to meet up with you soon just to make sure that everything is going okay. Would week after next be okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Your friends can come too if you want.”

“I think I’m going to be going alone this time, no offense guys.” I felt bad for saying no to Danielle and Jeff. We have all been in the same classes, if not at least in one of our classes together throughout our whole lives. We were together almost all the time and were there for one another no matter what was going on. Like for example, when Danielle’s dad was in the hospital due to a heart attack during high school, we dropped everything we were during and were there for Danielle until her dad got out of the hospital.

“Nah, you’re good man. We totally understand.” Jeff gave a thumbs up and Danielle nodded in agreement. I gave out a sigh of relief knowing that I didn’t hurt their feelings.

“In the meantime Alex I want you to continue to take your medications normally. The only thing I would suggest for now before we visit again is to start to use more holisitcal approaches to your nightmares. Things such as Essential Oil diffusers, playing white noise in the background, ASMR, and other forms of stress releiving tactics could really be of use. I also advise for you to back off of caffeine as much as you can.”

“Okay, sounds good.” Some of the things he brought up were things that I have never heard of or even tried. It was worth a shot!

“Alrighty then! I’ll have you take these papers up to the front desk and they will help you set up another appointment soon. I will see you in about two weeks.”

“Thank you! I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

I walked out the door, did my thing at the front desk, and all three of us headed out. As I walked out the front door of the doctor’s office, I took a deep breath, inhaling the cool autumn breeze, and exhaled slowly.

“How are you feeling Alex?” Jeff asked.

“Much better actually! I really like this doctor. Maybe even more than Dr. Daniels.”

“I’m not sure man, he seemed kinda off to me.” Danielle said. Both Jeff and I looked back at her in shock.

“What makes you say that Dani?” I was really taken aback by this. Danielle seldom talked about people like this. The only time she did was when something was really off. She’s really good at picking up on stuff like that.

“It’s just a feeling I guess. But, if he’s a good help to you Alex, then I have no right to say that.”

After the doctor’s visit, Jeff, Danielle, and I went out to a local cafe instead of Starbucks. It was called Vanilla Bean. It was a very sick cafe that was open from 8 am to 10 pm. It sat alongside the river and was about 15 minutes away from our house and around 20 minutes away from school. They served breakfast, lunch, and dinner at all times of the day. They were like an upscale version of Denny’s or Ihop. It was a hotspot for college students in the area for sure. We had coffee, brunch, and a whole lot of english rolls. They have the BEST rolls in the world.

The rest of the day went pretty well. No weird voices, no hallucinations, absolutely nothing! I took my medications normally and started doing what the doctor suggested for me to do. I got the diffuser and stuff from work after going to the Vanilla Bean. I set up my room with everything I needed and it was awesome. What was even better was that the nightmares stopped for a couple weeks. I was finally able to get some solid sleep and I didn’t feel so worn out during the day anymore. Every once in awhile I would see a fuzzy image of a wooden cross in a patch of crabgrass, but then the imagery would fade off into what I would consider to be a normal dream.

Except for last night. It was more than just a nightmare. This was a new reality for us all and there is no way out. The wooden cross, the rows of dead people, and even Pascow appeared once again, and I was fully awake.

Part 1- Introduction   |  Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit  |   Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide  |     |   Next Part   |

(All rights of original story belong to Stephen King. This is a fan fiction based off the original stories of Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

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Falling Gravestones

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First and foremost, I am fake being of existance.

Also, I never truly was alive.

Life is just one big joke.

Life is something that never had existed, and probably never will.

I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot what it means to be alive.

Nothing reminds me of the so called life I once lived.

Go ask the ghosts who roam this field, they can’t remember either.

Ghosts around these parts say that these graves fall for those who have been dead for over a century.

Realistically, I suppose that would be true, except for one small thing….

And my reasoning to this matter is that doesn’t count the marauders who steal, tag, play games, or hold rituals around our graves.

Very few and between have come out of this boneyard alive.

Everyone who comes in will never, ever come out.

See, I know because that is what happened to me when I visited my dead daughter long, long ago…

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Dream Journal: Werewolves and School Lessons in a Cemetery

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Bare with me when I say that this dream is extremely difficult to describe. It’s even more difficult for me to describe how I feel in regards to this oddball dream. There’s nothing more to it than that.

So, the dream starts off with what seems to be entering different locations, almost like entering different dimensions per door I walk through. I go from a hallway which looked like it belonged to a school, very similar in nature to the college I am currently attending, but with a bit more of a white wash with green lockers on the walls. The next room I enter is a highway that goes through a small town which was surrounded with flat farmland. Eventually it led me to a bizarre cemetery.

This is no ordinary cemetery (of course it’s not an ordinary cemetery, when are my dreams anything ordinary?) it existed in a dimension of space and time where it was constantly shifting, changing, morphing, and rotating. I could recall working with the ghosts of children who passed over 200 years ago to help stop the growing of the mound. There were many other human and animal spirits who roamed around the cemetery as well. The mound that was in the middle of the cemetery that began to grow over time. Even the other parts of the cemetery morphed into anything from classrooms, open reception rooms, and the view of the top row of an indoor amphitheater which faced an old-fashioned stage. My goal was to work with the restless spirits to reconnect with their loved ones, move on into the light, and heal so they can rest peacefully. With every soul I helped, the more that the land of the cemetery would heal. Patches of dried earth, decrepid tombstones, and dead greenery were fully restored.

However, the mound turned into a massive wall of broken earth, trees, graves, and human spirits that made the wall glow between the cracks of the broken earth. Soon the land that surrounded the cemetery briefly turned into the streets which were not too far away from my home. The sky was overcast, the sidewalk was lined with perfectly shaped trees, and a variety of small and medium buildings surrounded the area. Everything seemed to be oddly clean. I quickly got into action, jumped upon the mound, and destroyed bit by bit with my bare hands. Some pieces were broken off by the light of my own heart. The restless spirits of the mound screamed at me as their own fort they built was destroyed. When I finished destroying the mound, I stared at them and told them they needed to move on. The spirits began to go to the left which led back into the old country highway.

Suddenly the cemetery morphed into the amphitheater that briefly disappeared during the whole ordeal of smashing the mound. I remember walking back and forth between a classroom filled with blue light from a projector, to a red carpeted hallway were some teens reached out to me for help, which in reality they really didn’t need my help. I reached the amphitheater where I could see an open door which led to a street on the left side of the stage. I got on the stage and was immediately pounced by a werewolf. It wasn’t any ordinary werewolf, it was one of my old teachers. I was frightened, thinking that this creature was going to tear me apart, but in reality the creature licked my face and was affectionate just like any beloved canine would. I felt a flash of warm, pink and red energy cover me as this happened. This happened several times when I was on the stage. The creature would pounce onto me and others would try to stop the werewolf. The werewolf tried to attack other people and I tried to stop him. But then I found myself turning into a werewolf. I felt free from the things that held me back. All of my problems seemed to have vanished. I howled and ran after the werewolf whom presumed to be one of my teachers.

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The Grove

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May 22nd 2015- Back to the Old Grove

           It’s been awhile since I’ve used this old thing… I thought that this journal could come in handy someday. I had always kept this in the back of my closet, gathering dust over the years. Something tragic has recently popped up in my life which has made me question what is reality and what is fiction. The idea of using this journal popped into my mind as soon as I got the phone call from my brother Josh to come back home to Ol’ Bakersway Michigan, my hometown. I have a feeling that keeping track of what’s going on in my head and my world will help make sense of things, and maybe perhaps find a way to add some closure to the madness that has ran rampant in my life. 

           So, Today on this muggy, warm, late spring day, I find myself to be in front of the endless set of stairs leading to ‘The Grove’, the local and ancient place of rest for those who are no longer with us. That’s what the old timers like to call it… ‘The Grove’. Its been awhile since I have been out here in  I believe the last time I’ve been here was when my mother passed away. The truth is… she had been very ill since the day I was born. I was about 16 years old, going onto 17 at that time. I was graduating within a couple of months and then going to the school of my dreams over 2,000 miles away from home…. 2,000 miles away from the edge of the Mid-west….

           Anyway, my apologies for my rambling! I have a bad habit of rambling from time to time… it’s a nervous habit… My mind is just all over the place. My name is Josephine Ganter, which everyone either calls me Joey or Jo. So… I haven’t been to this place in over 10 years. I’m 28 now, turning 29 next month. I moved away from Michigan shortly after my mother’s passing. The whole thing just… it came as a sudden shock to us all, especially with the fact that her oncologist Dr. Jason Manning told her that within a few months they’d be able to reduce the amount of chemo and radiation she was getting because they thought she was doing better. All of her medical tests turned up one hundred percent clean! Her blood tests came out mostly normal, the PET scans she took every month showed major progress, and she had more energy than ever before. Also before my mother passed she was given a bone marrow transplant (which I still thank the donor to this day) which we thought helped add an extra kick that she needed to fight this thing off. Dr. Manning was confident that a few months after the transplant my mom could possibly rid herself of the cancer and go into remission. Well, things didn’t go as planned.

            I can barely remember what really happened except for finding her on the bathroom floor in her bathrobe the morning after my graduated. Everything was just so sudden and so fast… everything feels like a blur. The only things that I vaguely remember was burying my mom up at The Grove then moving about a week or two after her passing. I don’t even remember the exact reason why my mother died. It still bugs me to this day that I don’t remember. As soon as everything was said and done about my mom, I decided it was time for me to go. My dad and little brother, Josh who was only about 16 at the time begged for me to stay for a little longer before school starts, but I couldn’t. My mind told me to get out of there as quickly as possible, which I still question why I had that thought, but who knows.

                  I moved to the west coast right by Portland, Oregon and got a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology at the University of Oregon. I found the love of my life, Steve Swanson. We met each other while during our Sophomore year at the University of Oregon. Steve had the same interest in Psychology and wanted to become a drug abuse counselor and I wanted to be an MFT. We both got married a few months after we graduated, Steve being 22 and me being 21. We have been together for nearly 8 years now and live in Oregon, in a townhouse not too far away from Portland. Everything has been perfect for us. The perfect jobs, the perfect marriage, the perfect home, and the perfect life. I’m a hair away from finishing my Master’s Degree through an Online University and Steve was working his way up to get promoted at the psych center he works at. One phone call dramatically changed all of that. Like I mentioned earlier, it was from my brother Josh, whom I have barely heard or seen from since I moved. He told me the heart crushing news that our Dad had passed away from an aneurism and that was a hard thing to swallow. I loved my dad so, so much. We used to be very close, and we still were even after I moved. We emailed each other, talked on the phone, and had Skyping sessions all the time. He was such a loving man that would never hurt a fly. He treated me, Mom, and Josh very well growing up. Dad even came to my graduation, Steve’s graduation, and attended our wedding. Even Steve was really close with my Dad. Whenever Dad would visit, sometimes Steve would take Dad out to go golfing, play tennis, go bowling, or chat over a couple beers and dinner. It was so wonderful… up until the last six months or so then I started to hear from my Dad less and less…

               While talking to Josh, he had told me that he had temporarily moved back in with Dad to help take care of him for a bit, but I had no knowledge of this until he told me. Josh had only come to visit once or twice, gosh I can’t even remember how long ago it was since the last time he visited. I know Josh was always someone that always kept to himself. He was always really busy with whatever he did.  He became a college professor at a University which was a few hours away from home, but he had put some of that on hold to help with Dad. I really wish he would have told me sooner. I guess from what Josh told me is that Dad got really, really sick before he passed away. He had constant headaches, ear and sinus infections that would not go away. Not even doctors could figure out what was wrong with my Dad. It was so strange to hear all of this, I found it all hard to accept.

                 I mean, thinking logically I knew Dad had developed a number of health problems as he got older like Hypertension, Arthritis, High cholesterol, Chronic back issues, and Borderline Diabetes. And I also knew that Dad wasn’t going to live forever… but I never saw this coming. All of a sudden, everything about my mom’s death came flooding back to my current state of consciousness and I lost all control. Thank god Steve was home at the time, I don’t know what I would have done without him. I remember standing there in the middle of the cherry oak and drywall covered entryway, then the next thing I knew I was then on the couch with Steve. He had told me that I had fainted so he picked me up and put me on the couch. I told him what Josh told me on the phone and cried and cried and cried. I’ve never cried like that in my life until now. I told Steve that I needed to go back to Bakersway for a bit to attend my Dad’s funeral. Steve had never ever been to my hometown with me for I never really wanted to go back there. He didn’t take no for an answer and we booked the trip to go back to my hometown. Steve and I went officially went on LOA about a week ago and then we went back to my hometown….

            So, here we are now. It’s just me standing here before the steps of The Grove… my Dad’s funeral isn’t for another week… but I have yet to stop in to see my mother’s grave, not since before I moved. It’s further back… quite a bit further back… oh should I go in there? … what should I do? What can I do? I’m going to leave this entry here for now then log something in here later… 

Joey


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