Trekking Old Roads

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 Oh god… it’s happening again! Oh god! How the hell did I end up here??? I found myself sitting in the middle of an all too familiar road from my memory, a road that I hoped I would forget. I stood up from the ice cold ground and started to look around. Thank god it’s not nearly as foggy as how it was on the day of the accident. However, these old trees are still surrounded with a layer of fog. 

“Hello??? Is there anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?” I yelled and started to run down the road, hoping to find a friendly face to help me get out of this place. Flashbacks from the accident plagued my thoughts as I jogged. All I could see was blood, a dead dog laying motionless in the road, steam from the car’s engine floating into the blackness… why can’t I get these images out of my head? 

“Is there anyone out there?? Hello? I need help! I can’t find my car and I can’t find my friends! Hello???” I felt a buzz in my right back pocket and looked at my phone. I dropped the phone out of pure shock and disgust. It was open to a text conversation that I had with my best friend, Joey. The text message that he sent to me read: Oh Mike… I found the dead dog we found on the road that day and your parents in the graveyard today. They are right behind you man. I am behind you too. Wanna play hide and seek? WE’RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

I swiftly turned around and saw Joey, my parents, and a matted ball of fur standing behind me… REALLY close behind me. All three of them are completely drenched in blood from head to toe and had empty eye sockets and no teeth. God almighty they smelled like death and rotting meat. Each one of them smiled at me and groaned like the monster from the Grudge. As they smiled, hundreds of spiders and locusts spilled out of their mouths onto the road. I screamed from the top of my lungs and sprinted down the old dusty road. Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back! I ran for what seemed to be like centuries. I followed the old road as it twisted and turned through the trees. I turned around and found my car and all of my friends sitting in it… dead. My car was completely covered in dust and was damaged beyond repair. Their bodies were rotting… Their skin were nearly melted away from time. They were almost unrecognisable. 

I turned to look forward and saw the bloodied Joey come up to me. He jumped at me, grabbed me at the throat, and shove me into the ground. I fought desperately for breath, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get Joey off of me. The ground below me began to sink rapidly like quick sand. “You won’t get away from us this time.” A low voice echoed in the background and the sinking earth below me started to freeze my body over. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing would come out. Deep black roots from the sinking ground began to grasp onto my body and wrapped me into a cocoon of darkness. Everything went blank. 

“Mike! Mike! Hey wake up! Come on man wake up!” I jolted upwards in my bed, grasping for breath. I was completely drenched in cold sweat. Joey sat down on the bed next to me and had his hand on my shoulder. He gently hushed me as I tried to regain my breath. “You were having another nightmare Mike. Third time this week.” 

I held my head in my eyes and started to sob uncontrollably. “I don’t know what to do Joey. These dreams are just too real! I don’t know what to do anymore man. I don’t know what to do.” I have always found myself to be a bit of an emotional person, but whatever the hell I was feeling was just completely out of my own grasp. 

“We’ll figure it out man. We always do. I’m here by your side, no matter what happens.” I started to regain control of myself and took a few deep breaths. The sun shining from the window above my bed and the birds chirping outside soothed my anxiety. “Do you need to go to the doctor right now?”

“Not right now no.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat and tears from my face. “I’m going to call Doctor Thomas in a little bit. I just need to uh… take a shower, and just wake up a little bit first.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab some coffee and breakfast, would you like me to get you anything?”

“Yes, please. Just the usual. Thank you so much Joey.” He smiled, nodded, and then slowly walked out of my room. This shit has got to stop. It’s getting out of control. 

(This is a sequel to the original story-> Who decided that this was a good idea?)

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I Have an Obsession With the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures)- An Old Ghost Story Part IV

521715e957c32cd247c0bae341cebb8f--shadow-people-cut-outs “I think we should start heading back.” Joe said in a very cold tone, almost monotone.

“Already???” Kevin whined.

“It’s 10 minutes to 3 am.” His tone of voice chilled me to the bone.

“So?” Kevin stood up from the piles of paper and tilted his head.

“3 am is the witching hour. We’re not supposed to be out in the woods past 3 am, especially no later than 3:33 am.” Joe still sounded a hair away from being monotone and I really didn’t understand why. I felt this urge within my gut to figure it out. Why was he so serious about this? What is so significant about it being 3 am?

“Where in the world did you get that idea Joe?” I asked. I was really starting to feel off. I felt my stomach drop yet again… I completely forgot that I had this terrible feeling to begin with. Maybe leaving wasn’t such a bad idea.

“We don’t have much time! Let’s just get out of here! I’ll explain it to you later.” Joe’s cold tone quickly turned into a frantic tone. This was just too weird to explain.

“Oh come on man… We-” before Kevin finished his sentence, Joe stepped out the door and slammed it.

“What the hell man?” I grabbed as many papers as I could, stuffed them in my camera bag, then ran with Kevin to the door.

“Shit!” No matter how hard we pushed and yanked the knob, the door just would not budge. “Okay Jacob, step back from the door. I’m going to run at it and push it with all my might.”

“Uh okay… I’m ready” I stepped to the left of the door and watched my brother count down to three. My brother Kevin was a very big kid for his age. Not necessarily overweight, but just big in general. He was also very, very strong and played a lot of sports growing up. Baseball, Basketball, Hiking, Running, Cross Country, Tennis, Swimming, you name it. Hell, he currently plays college baseball at University of Iowa! Kevin is an absolute beast!

Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I had full faith that he would get this damn door open. With all his might he charged at the door and it burst open. The door swung to the right and Kevin tumbled down the stairs onto the uneven earth below. He fell face first into the earth with a loud thud. I quickly rushed to Kevin’s side.

“Hey!! Are you okay????”

“Ow, fuck… yeah I think so. I scraped my left knee up pretty badly, but I think it’s okay.” He got back up nonchalantly and brushed the dust off his shorts and Baseball T shirt. Thank god he’s okay… I let out a huge sigh of relief.

“What are you guys doing??? Goddammit man, how did you get all scraped up?” Both Kevin and I jumped and found Joe standing right behind us in disbelief.

“Now why the fuck did you block the door like that? That wasn’t funny man! We couldn’t get out.” Kevin got right up in Joe’s nearly expressionless zitty face. Joe took his glasses off for a moment, wiped them off, then put them back on his face. Then Joe suddenly began to laugh, and I don’t mean his usual awkward laugh he did every once in a while, but an almost maniacal laugh. This was very unlike Joe. He rarely pranked people and when he did, they were minor things like jumping out from behind people. He fell to the ground and started to roll on his back. “Oh my god!! I’m dying!!! I can’t believe you actually fell for that 3 am shit! That was too funny!”

“It’s not funny Joe! We both couldn’t get out! Why would you do that?” Suddenly Joe was able to collect himself and sat up from the bround.

“What are you talking about man? I was barely pressed up against it, then as I overheard one of you guys count to three, I jumped away from the door at the last minute.” All three of us looked back at the door and It was left wide open, slightly unhinged. “There is absolutely no way that I could’ve made it that hard for you two to get out.” Joe got up off the ground and looked back at the door.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is that smell??” Joe exclaimed. A putrid odor of rotting meat and sulfur overwhelmed our senses within an instant. We covered our mouths and started to gag. It stung my eyes and made my throat burn. All three of us started to look around to see where the smell was coming from.

A bone chilling whisper came up right behind us and said,”Get out!” All three of us turn around to see an eyeless girl in a tattered and torn old dress. She must have been at least 6-7 years old. Her skin was as nasty pale gray color, just like the the gray and brown dress she wore. Her dark brown hair was curled in a very old fashioned style. She had buttons for eyes which had blood seeping towards the bottom of them. Her mouth was wide open and her breath smelled like pure death. All three of us screamed at the top of our lungs and ran into the trees. What happened next was just an absolute nightmare…

To be continued….

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- The Human Spirit Guide

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The night before I went to the psychiatrist, I had a bizarre dream. It was out of context from the dreadful nightmares I was having every night.

Yet again I saw the wooden grave sticking in crabgrass, the muddied dress shoes I was wearing, the bloodied shovel that was off to the side, and the terrible voices that wouldn’t stop. Except, this time I looked up beyond the wooden grave and saw rows upon rows of shadowy human-like silhouettes with glowing eyes; like an animal’s eyes that glow in the darkness. They stood in rows from tallest to shortest; tallest in the back, shortest in the front. The voices stopped when I looked up at them. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them for whatever reason. I absolutely was petrified. The shadows dissipated and what I saw horrified me beyond belief. Dozens of people, men, women, children, and even animals were there. All of them were mutilated, covered in deep red gashes and putrid black mud. Each and every one of them began to laugh hysterically. I collapsed to my knees and covered my ears. The incessant demonic laughter still pierced through my ears and shook me to my core.

Suddenly I felt a hard yank on both of my arms and I fell backwards. The ghastly site turned into a blank space of whiteness. A massive glowing blue light appeared in front of me and a silhouette of light stepped towards me. A pale hand reach out towards me and I grabbed it.

“I’m sorry for knocking you down like that kid. Let me help you up.”

“Thanks.” I was helped up and saw what the silhoutte of light really was. I jumped at the sight of the being at first, but then realized that it meant no harm. It was a guy around my age perhaps, wearing a gray hoodie, white t-shirt, red biker shorts, tennis shoes, and was pale as a ghost… no pun intended. He had a major gash on the left side of his head and one of his eyes was completely discolored. He kind of seemed out of place from everything else, but I have yet to explain why.

“Don’t be afraid Alex. I’m not here to hurt you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Victor Pascow. I was killed in a car accident while riding my bike to school. I was about your age when I died.” His voice was soft, yet stern.

“Wait, how do you know my name??? And I’m uh well… I’m sorry for what happened.”

“I have been expecting to meet you for a while. And, it’s quite alright. I have been dead for quite a long time now so it really doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be going to some light of some sort?” Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t exactly put my finger on what it was.

“I’m not going to any kind of light any time soon. I am here to protect you and keep you safe from those ancient hills…”

“Those ancient hills? The what? What are you talking about?”

“It is the origin of your nightmares.”

“Do you know if they will go away or not?”

“They will only go away if you and your friends stay away from the temptation of wanting to go to those ancient hills.”

“Is there something evil there?”

“Yes. No matter what happens, stay away from those ancient hills. They bare unearthly evil in the form of rotten soil.”

“I’m going to be quite frank when I say this; I have never, ever met a friendly ghost before.”

“Why thank you. That’s not the first time I have heard that statement.”

“But, I feel bad that you are stuck here. You shouldn’t be stuck here.”

“Ever since I died, it has been my duty to help warn others of this evil place. I will not leave this earth until either the end of mankind… or…”

“Or what?”

“Or those ancient hills are cleansed with divine fire.”

“That sounds a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

“It is not.” He gave me a very serious look and crossed his arms. “The voices that are in your dreams belong to the souls of the damned. They were victims of those ancient hills. The evil permeating within the soil has taken hundreds of lives.”

“Are you freaking serious? Like who?”

“That I am. This needs to be stopped.”

“Like who man??? I still can’t understand what you mean!”

“Families, men, women, children especially… more recently the Creed and Mathew families.”

“How can it be stopped?”

“That is not within your power my friend.”

“Hey, come on now! If what you are saying is true, then we should do something to stop it! I can’t imagine that it would be that difficult, right?”

“It is not that simple Alex. It would take more than just one man to destroy such a massive abomination.”

“Well, maybe it’s worth a try.”

“Just stay away from that place! That is the best thing you can do.”

“But-” I jolted awake from my deep slumber, yet again completely drenched in sweat. Both Danielle and Jeff were sitting on each side of my bed.

“Are you alright Alex? You were talking very loudly in your sleep. Jeff and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Danielle put her hand on my left shoulder. I thought carefully on what I was going to say. I didn’t want to scare my friends, nor make them believe that I was absolutely insane.

“Yeah, I’m alright. It was just another bad dream. Thank god that I’m seeing the shrink today. These nightmares have got to stop.”

“Would you like one of us to take you to the doctor?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, sure why not?” I shrugged and started to get ready for the day. As I looked down from the foot of my bed, I could see Mr. Jenkins and Jack curled together in a  large red and black plaid dog bed. I have never seen them do anything like that before. It warmed my heart to see them all snuggling together though.

“Do you want to go study by the local Starbucks by the river after you’re done seeing the doctor?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, why not?” I shrugged and smiled. Thankfully my grades haven’t suffered from my sleeping troubles, I thought. I’ve still managed to get all A’s in my classes and I’ve even made some new friends too. I wasn’t going to let these damn nightmares get in the way of what I wanted to do.

“They were worried about you too. They kept trying to scratch at your door, so we just left your door open and put a big dog bed for them to lay on. I hope that’s okay.” I smiled when Danielle told me that. I felt a little bit more relieved knowing that I had the support of my friends and family with this whole thing going on.

“Oh yeah it’s totally fine! I didn’t hear them at all last night.”

Today is going to be interesting. I still have a ton more stuff to share, but I wanted to share this dream beforehand. I see the new shrink in about an hour. I’ll post something about it later on today.

Intro | Doctor’s Visit | Next Part

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(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.)

Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- The Doctor’s Visit

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I decided to go to see a GP after school today. There was a doctor on site so I thought ‘Eh, why not?’.  I called and set up an appointment on Monday. I came in on Friday around 3 pm and saw Dr Crowley. He was really nice, despite his dry humor and terrible bedside manner. The appointment was quick, painless, and first time visits are free, so it didn’t cost me a dime. The conversation at the doctor’s office keeps running through my mind. I’m not entirely sure why though.

“Ah! Alex! It’s good to see you, how are you doing today?” In came a middle-aged man, light blue eyes, dark brown hair with a receding hairline. He was about average height of a man his age, wore goofy, thick rimmed glasses, and fashioned light blue scrubs.

“I’m doing good! How are you?”

“I’m doing alright, thank you. My name is Doctor Crowley. I’m the practitioner on site today. How can I help you today?”

“Let’s see, I have been having some trouble sleeping for the past couple weeks. There’s this nightmare that I’ve been having that just won’t go away.”

“I can see in your file which was transferred by a Doctor Daniels that you have a history of having trouble sleeping and insomnia. Is this correct?”

“Yes this is correct.”

“From what I can also see is you have a history of trauma and family crises in the past as well as-?”

I cleared my throat and coughed out,”Yes.”

“I won’t go into any further details about those past events if you wish.”

“I say just do whatever feels right to you Doc. I just want to be able to get some sleep again.”

“I’ll tell you what” He sat on a stool with wheels and sat a few feet in front of me. “This is a common thing for a lot of people, especially college students to go through whenever they are dealing with big changes in their life such as moving, starting a new job, etc. Lack of sleep and new stressors can really have an impact on the human body and psyche believe it or not. Stress can manifest itself in different ways whether it be wanting to stress eat, have trouble sleeping, increased anxiety, you name it.”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“Absolutely not!” He laughed. “Here’s what we’re going to do: first off I am going to refer you to a local psychiatrist, Doctor Shirley! He is also a dear family friend of mine and great doctor as well. He works a couple streets down from the campus. So you can just take this slip into the office and set yourself up with him.” He quickly wrote out a slip of paper and handed it to me.

“Doctor Shirley is much more experienced with psychopharmacology than I am. I’m just a General Practitioner and I want to make sure that you can get the best treatment you can get. I can help you with the other shit. Oh excuse my language!”

I chuckled a little bit and felt a sense of relief. “What should I do in the meantime until I set up an appointment?”

“In the meantime, I recommend using over the counter supplements. Have you tried Melatonin, Valerian Root, or Chamomile?”

“Melatonin, yes. The others, no.”

“You should be able to find them at any local market like Walmart, Target-“

“I work at Target so I can just get some from there.”

“Excellent!” He grabbed another piece of paper and wrote down some more scribbles and then handed it over to me. “Here is a list of supplements that I recommend for anyone with sleeping problems to use. And none of these would interfere with your current medications. Is there anything that I can do for you today?”

“No, I think that’s it! Thank you so much for your help Doctor Crowley.”

“It was good seeing you Alex! Here is a slip to give to the receptionist at the front desk. I would like to see you come back in a month just to see how you’re doing.”

“Oh okay! Thank you! Have a great day.”

“You too. Take care.”

I thought it was quite odd that he wanted to see me again in a month, but then again I’m no doctor. I stepped out the door and walked down the light green and brightly lit hallway, took a right, then found myself back at the receptionist’s desk. I gave her the paperwork, she set me up for an appointment next month, and I was about to walk out the glass door when I heard something.

“Allleeexxx….. Al—- ex… the soil- oil-“

“Huh, what?” I turned around and didn’t see anything. I didn’t hear anything after that, thankfully. I thought that maybe I overheard a conversation about something in the hallway. Soil? Where did that come from? Maybe I passed by some Botany students…

I shrugged it off and got into my car. As I pulled out of the spacious parking lot, I saw a dark gray cat run right behind my car. I jolted to a stop, looked in the rearview mirror, then saw the cat scurry off to a pine tree that was adjacent from my left bumper. The cat stared at me with dilated pupils engulfed in reflective light. It was absolutely terrifying! It made me jump for a second, then I regained my focus, pulled out of the parking lot, then drove to work. Everything from there was same old same old at la Target.

That night I got back home and one of my roommates was studying on the couch. Jeff, Danielle, and I ordered pizza and coke, stayed home, and watched Netflix until about 3 am. We watched The Office and Breaking Bad intermittently. It was a very good day! I completely forgot about what happened that day. And oh my god, that night was the best night of sleep I had in a long time. No bad dreams! It was like this for a week and then that damn dream started to come back. And when it came back, it was full force and then some. I will never forget how vile the dream was. It just felt so real! I don’t understand why I kept seeing this damn wooden cross over and over again. The thing is I could see everything like as if I was awake. I was kneeling down at this decrepid old cross. I was wearing black dress pants and black loafers, but the thing is I was honestly surprised I could tell what I was wearing because I was soaked with thick gray sludge and mud. There was a shovel off to the side laying in the grass. It was completely drenched in blood, handle to spade. I looked down and my hands, which were all scratched up and covered in dirt. Hearing the voices had to have been the worst part of it all. Majority of the voices that I heard in the dream still seemed to be inaudible, except for this one statement that I can’t get out of my head. It was a deep guttural voice that growled,”The s-soil-oil of a man’s heart-t is s-st-st-stonier”… goddammit!!! Every time I hear that saying in the dream, I scream myself awake and find myself completely drenched in sweat. It’s just so fucking creepy and I don’t know what the fuck it means! I still can’t get the scent of old and wet rotting mud out of my nostrils.

The timing of the bad dreams was impeccable because I had an appointment set to see the new shrink that Friday. Whenever I scream from a nightmare, it wakes up my roommates. Jeff and Danielle bust into my room every night to make sure I’m okay. I feel so bad for waking them up! They tell me not to feel bad, but I do. I’m really really hoping I can get some answers soon. This is absolutely ridiculous. I will share whatever answers I get from the doctor as soon as I get them.

Peace!

-Alex

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(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.)

Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic Intro)

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Hey guys, my name is Alexander Greevason (it’s a weird name, I know). I’m 21 and was born and raised in Michigan. There has been a lot of big changes that have been rumbling in my life lately and I wanted to create a blog. I love to write and I especially love to entertain people with my stories. I’m so happy that I finally found a platform to write on that seems legit. I don’t like most blogging websites like Reddit, Tumblr, Google+ shit or do I like anything that has a whiff of anything that could be interpreted as something that it isn’t. When I found WordPress, I was totally stoked!

Anyway, back to the big changes! I just recently got my Associates in Fine art and a minor in Sociology. It took me three years to get it, but I FINALLY got it. I worked 40 hours a week at a local bookstore-cafe which was nearby my parent’s house and even closer to the school. My parents were so supportive and encouraging. Life was good!

Earlier this year, I found out that I got into University of Treadlock, Maine. I was absolutely ecstatic. I threw a huge party the next day. They are one of the top ten schools in the US with an amazing Liberal Arts program. Within the Liberal Arts Program, Political Science, Sociology, and Psychology are the top three undergraduate programs at that school. There’s an 83% acceptance rate, 63% of school body is made up pf transfer students, and 97% of graduates end up going into the profession that they went to school for. I could keep going on and on about the great things this school has to offer, but there are a few factors outside of education that really makes me want to move to Maine. 

Jeff and Danielle, my friends from childhood are going to the same school with me. We were basically friends at birth give or take. We went to the same elementary school, jr high school, high school, and community college. All of our families are tight nit. Jeff wanted to be an Engineer and Danielle either wanted to be a Teacher or a Veterinary Technician. I want to become an Author and an English professor at U of T.

The move for my friends and I was easy peasy. However, the move was more difficult for our families than it was for us. I think it was even harder for my parents to adjust because they didn’t understand why we were moving so far away. The truth is, even though my life had been good for the most part I really just wanted to move onto something bigger and better. My family and I hit some rough patches in the past, but that wasn’t going to get in the way of my dreams. Honestly I thought that maybe moving would make things easier for my family so they could focus on their own stuff and I could focus on mine. 


Now, fast forward about 7 months, Jeff, Danielle, and I just found a condo not too far away from school. It had 3 bedrooms, 2 1/2 bathrooms, a massive kitchen and living room area, a basement, and an attic. We found it odd that it had both an attic and a basement, but we shrugged it off. This place was in really good shape! It was freshly painted inside and out, massive windows with an amazing view of the campus and a river that sat behind it from a hilltop. It also had a fridge, dishwasher, washer and dryer in the basement, and central air. It wasn’t furnished, but that was no problem for us. Everything was perfect.

This place was only 3k-4k a month, depending on if we had pets coming with us or not. Danielle brought her 13 year old cat, a male Calico named Mr. Jenkins (this cat was a major oddball, or should I say furball), Jeff brought a boxer-husky mix named Jack, and lastly I brought a black fighter fish named Bethoven and a rabbit named Galileo. Everything was going great for the past few weeks. Classes have been going well for us as well as our part time jobs. Danielle was a front desk associate at a local library, Jeff got a job at Target as a hardlines worker, and I worked at the Starbucks/Cafe within the same store.

I’ve been having some really bad dreams lately and I really can’t figure out why I’ve been having them. First they started out as flashes of black and white light, then I slowly started to see an old illegible and decrepid gravestone made of wood sitting on top of a pile of crabgrass. I’ve been waking up in a cold sweat, hearing whispering in both of my ears. This has been happening for the past week or so and I’m really not sure why. I hope I’m not going crazy… 

If this continues, I’m going to go see a doctor and see if maybe I need an adjustment to my medications. Oh well! We shall see how these next few days go.

Peace out!

~Alex

 The Doctor’s Visit —->

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

I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures) An Old Ghost Story Part III

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(Continuation from previous post)

The following events that I’m about to describe might be frightening or unsettling to others. This is a warning for readers who scare easily: reader discretion is advised. I will put it out there that no one was seriously injured during this expedition. It has been many years since we went on that hike in the dead of night, searching for lonesome ghosts. There were some things that happened between Joe, Kevin, and myself. I do not personally have any grudges or anything like that with them. I do not condone what they have done… at least I am 99% sure that what happened was their doing. Anyway, back to the story.

Joe, Kevin, and I stood upon the entrance of an old hiking trail. The moment that the light of the flashlights illuminated the trail, a plethora of dancing dust particles appeared. Every step we took on that path felt like it lasted a century. The lights from the flashlights being rotated from side to side made shadows contort into unnatural forms. I swear to god that forest was unnaturally quiet that night. Not a single cricket, frog, or breeze could be heard. It was just so dead out there…. I swear that I could see figures and random pairs of glowing eyes appear out of the corners of my eyes every few moments. All of us were just as quiet as the forest for the first 20 minutes of our hike. Thankfully there wasn’t too much overgrowth that we had to weave and wobble through.

“How much further away is this haunted cemetery-church thing?” I whispered.

“Well according to the map, we are only about 5-10 minutes away from the church and cemetery.” Joe pulled out his map and pointed at a red dot which marked the spot of the dreaded place of interest. “So, we’re right here! Not too much farther boys! Are you excited??”

Kevin was absolutely ecstatic. I have never seen him this excited before about anything. Me however… I could feel my stomach drop to the ground and my whole body began to seize.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Kevin said as he ran ahead on the trail.

“Aw shit.” I muttered to myself.

“Hey hey! Kevin stop! Wait for us!”

Joe and I both ran after Kevin. He was getting so far ahead of us, we couldn’t keep up. The overgrowth was starting to get thicker and the trail was starting to get rougher as we ran.

Suddenly we stumbled through a mass of fallen trees and fell onto the ground. Joe and I both looked up and saw a decrepid gateway to a fence that looked ancient. The church and area surrounding the church was very small. The front of the church had a very small, worn down cemetery. Patches of weeds and crabgrass stuck out from dry earth with about 10 weathered down gravestones sticking out of the ground on both sides. The path leading to the door was made of gravel, dirt, and more weeds. Joe shined the light upwards towards the church steps and a small childlike figure made the heavy wood door swing open and shut within an instant.

“KEVIN! KEVIN GODDAMMIT! COME BACK!” Joe yelled at the top of his lungs. I felt a jolt of realization shoot through my spine. My already racing heart was starting to increase into mach 2 speed. I took the polaroid camera out of the bag, and started taking dozens of pictures. “What are you doing Jacob??? Come on!”

“I’m taking pictures of everything!” I exclaimed.

“Chill out on taking pictures for right now and lets go find Kevin before he get’s himself hurt.”

“Okay.” I immediately put the strap attached to the camera on my shoulder and followed Joe into the church. Like the cemetery, the church was just as small. The walls were made of gray stone and some weird plaster stuff that was peeling off the seams of the bricks. There was a bell tower on the top of the church that held a relatively small brass bell. Joe and I walked up the weathered, sand covered steps. Joe tried to pull on the rusty metal handle of the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was like as if the door was glued in place.

“Dammit! It won’t open.” I tried to pull the handle with Joe as well. With that, the handle ripped out and broke into several pieces. “Shit shit shit shit shit!!! Kevin! Open the door! This isn’t funny!” I tried to bang on the door as hard as I could, yelling for my idiot brother to open it.

“I don’t get it Joe. My brother doesn’t normally do this.” He looked at me and shrugged.

Suddenly there was a loud whisper from a male’s voice saying, “What are you doing?” 

Joe and I both jumped out of the seat of our pants and shrieked. There was nothing there… “Christ almighty…” he sighed.

We both turned back around and saw the door wide open with Kevin standing in the doorway, white as a ghost. The handle was intact on the door… the same handle that shattered in our hands.

“What the hell man? Kevin? Why did you run off like that?” I went up the stairs and looked at him straight in the eyes. He didn’t move, blink, or say anything. “Kevin?” Joe poked at him and he didn’t budge.

“BOO!” Joe and I both jumped and found ourselves inside the church with Kevin on the front steps, laughing hysterically. “I got you good!”

“What the fuck man? Why did you run off like that?” Joe looked at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about man? I didn’t run off.” His heavy laughter started to settle.

“Dude, Kevin you yelled ‘let’s go’ after we looked at the map, then you ran off.” I said impatiently.

“I didn’t run off guys! I ducked behind a bush when you guys tripped over the trees that led to the front of the gate, then I snuck up behind you and scared you.”

Joe and I looked at each other then looked back and Kevin.

“You’re joking, right?” Joe said and crossed his arms.

“No? Why do you think I would run off like that? Our parents would beat us into lunch meat if we all went missing.”

All three of us were jolted by a large thump. We turned around, facing the front of the church and saw a large box hit the ground with papers flying all over the place. The box was sitting on top of a book case which was next to the back door.

We walked up to the box that fell on the ground, picked it up, and started to look through the contents of the box. As Joe and Kevin sifted through the papers, I walked around the church and started to take pictures again. The church had several holes in the walls in the front where stained glass would’ve been. The pews were completely caked in dust and the rug we were standing on was covered in holes. The crucixifion statue was a rusty gold color and that too was completely caked in dust.

“Hey Jacob! Come look at these!” Kevin said. “I found some really cool stuff!”

I walked over to the duo and Kevin handed me a large stack of old polaroid photos… or at least I thought they were polaroid. I started gazing at one picture after the other. There were pictures of weddings, family portraits, and other church events like Christmas, Baptisims, and Easter festivities. Each of them had a date written down on the right-hand corner of them. January 17th 1877, January 19th 1877, Februrary 16th 1877, March 1st 1877, and on and on.

“Damn these pictures are old!” I said. “You’re right Kevin. These are really really cool!”

That feeling began to change as I started to look through moreof the photos. There were even photos of funerals and wakes. Heartbroken families dressed in black staring down at a 6 foot hole which held the deceased. Pictures of the ones who once lived were prominant. Men, women, and an oddly high amount of children. Then I noticed something else. There were pictures of family portraits, but one person in every single picture seemed ‘off’. Some of the people who seemed to be ‘off’ were either lying down or proped up on a chair or standing like a manequin.

“Hey… what are these?” Joe walked over to me as Kevin dug through the piles of papers.

“Oh! I know what those are…. they’re um…” Joe began to scratch his chin and look upwards. “I don’t remember…”

I thought it was really odd of Joe to do, but at the time I really didn’t think much of it. I continued to look through the pictures and then helped go through more of the papers with Joe and Kevin.

I wish I could say that this is where the night ended… but it didn’t. The madness continued to reek havok upon us until dawn; but that’s a post for another day.

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I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Photos)- An Old Ghost Story Part II

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January 25th 2018

Time seemed to drag on as I watched the clock, dreading sunfall. We had dinner together, watched TV, and then eventually went to bed. It was the weekend, so we were all allowed to stay up until 10 pm max. My parents usually went to bed around 10-11 or so. Thankfully for us, both of our parents sleep like lifeless rocks. 

Kevin and I shared a bedroom together and our sisters shared one together as well. Our parents slept across the hall from our room and more often than not, they would have the door cracked in case if anything were to go bump in the night. Every few moments or so I would stare at the clock that sat above our window. 9:47… 9:49… 9:50… the closer it got to 10, the closer I could feel my heart explode from nervousness. 

“Are you ready for this?” Kevin looked at me from across the room, laying casually in his bed with a flashlight and book in his hands. 

“Yeah… I guess.” I murmured. I started to feel sick to my stomach.

“Don’t worry Jacob, it will be fine! We’ll go out the backdoor once mom and dad are asleep, meet up with Joe, then go from there! Joe and I do this all the time.” 

“Wait, what?” I sat up and stared at my brother in disbelief. “I thought you said that you heard of it! I didn’t realize that you had been there before.”

“Yeah! We have been to that church once or twice before during the day. Joe’s dad eventually caught us going into the woods by ourselves and told us that we weren’t allowed to go anywhere near that church. So that’s when Joe and I started going out into the woods at night. There were other cool places we went to like the pond and waterfall that sits beyond that treeline. We spent most of our nights there. It was our hangout place.” 

“Have you ever been to the church at night?”

“Not yet! That’s where you come in!” He sat up out of bed, reached underneath his bed, and held out what was a very small and dusty old polaroid camera. He walked over to me and handed it over. 

“Dad’s old camera?”

“Yes! Joe and I need you to take pictures of this place.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re good at taking pictures!”

“Why haven’t you done this yourself?”

“Because I don’t know how the camera works! And joe doesn’t know how to use it either. Only you do.”

Unfortunately, he was speaking the truth. Despite the fact that dad showed Kevin how to use the camera. He got angry with it and threw it against the wall and since then, dad won’t allow him to touch it. That always made Kevin mad. I became a pro at it and I still have the camera to this day. My dad and I love taking pictures together whenever we would go with his group or on family vacations. 

“You can take pictures and show them off at school! But you gotta make sure that you take enough pictures so all three of us can have pictures to take with us to school.”

“Okay.” I sighed heavily. “Are you sure that we should be doing this?”

“Jacob”, Kevin got up off his bed and sat next to me on mine. I sat and stared down at the red and blue Captain America rug that sat in the middle of our room. “It’s going to be fine! We’ll have flashlights, pocket knives, a few snacks, a first aid kit, and a few flares. If worse comes to worse, we will beat it. Okay?”

I sighed again and said,”Okay.”

“Look man! It’s 10:05! Let’s go!” Kevin pointed to the clock, grabbed his backpack, grabbed me by the arm. We shuffled down our staircase and through the backdoor. 

I could see a small light that illuminated in the pitch blackness. After walking a few blocks, we met up with Joe. Joe was (and still is) a pretty nice guy, VERY smart too. 

“Hey guys, you made it!” 

“Yeah! we sure did!” Kevin exclaimed.

“Shhhhh…” Joe gestured us to get closer to the trees. “My dad is still awake and he’s a light sleeper.” 

“Oh oops! Sorry.” Kevin said as he bit his lip. 

“Anyway, I have everything we need. Here’s our map.” He pulled out a highly detailed map from the side pocket of his backpack. Joe had everything highlighted and labeled. Kevin held his flashlight over it so we could all see it. “So our destination is only about an hour away tops.” 

My jaw dropped. “An hour???”, both Kevin and Joe shushed me. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s only because we are going a slightly different route. This different route supposedly has an unlabeled ancient indian burial ground which is somewhere nearby the church. If we went the normal route, we wouldn’t be able to see the burial ground.”

“Hell yeah man! Let’s do this thing!” Kevin and Joe high fived. 

“Alright little man, do you have the camera?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, I got it.” I held it up and then put the strap around my shoulder. 

“Good good.” Joe gave me a high five and with that we were off…

More coming soon…

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