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Barn Fire Wendigo Part 2

“What are you doing here Dancing Wolf?” I forced out the words as he tried to sit up.

“What you’re dealing with is no ordinary man or beast, it’s the Wendigo.” The aged man’s hands touched the railing of the bed as he spoke.

“I thought that the Wendigo was a myth, folklore, Native American myth.” My wife Angela said as she crossed her arms. She was very skeptical of mythological creatures, folklore, fairytales, or anything that didn’t have a logical explanation.

“It’s more than a myth my dear ones. Your family is in grave danger. My tribe has come face to face with this creature before. It usually lurks within the mountains of Huntswood, but every once in awhile when the winters are cold and food runs scarce, it comes down from the mountains and searches for prey. It especially targets human prey.”

Dancing Wolf’s words were enchanting. They felt tall and imaginative. The words didn’t feel real, and at the same time, how could we explain what we saw last night.

“The mountains are at least fifty miles away from us, how could it travel so far without it being noticed?” I asked.

“The Wendigo has powerful supernatural abilities. It very fast and can disguise itself as people or animals if needed be.” Dancing wolf said firmly.

“How do we stop this thing from killing more of our livestock?” I asked.

“It’s not just your livestock that is at risk, it’s you and your family that is at risk.” Dancing wolf put a hand on my shoulder as he said this.

“Okay, how can we kill this thing before it hurts my family AND my livestock?”

I emphasized the livestock part, not that my family wasn’t important, but my livestock was important to me. Almost as much as my family was to me. I live off my livestock and my farm. It’s how I’m able to provide for my family.

“Do you know how crazy this sounds??” My wife yelled. “We don’t even know what this thing is! It could’ve been a bear or a mountain lion!”

“Have you ever seen those things start a fucking fire before Angela?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “I’m the one that saw the damn thing! Did you???”

“All I saw was the fire and you passing out!”

“It was on the roof, clear as day! A thing that had long legs and long arms, long fingers and toes, huge teeth, bald head! It was thin, but fucking massive!”

“You were hallucinating from heat stroke!”

“I was not!”

Dancing Wolf took an Ocarina and played a few notes to get us to stop us from fighting.

“Now. This is a side effect of the Wendigo.”

“What is? I said as I felt pain in my chest as I laid back down.

“Driving a wedge between loved ones. This is what they do. I ask that you stop fighting and listen to what I have to say.”

“I’m listening.” My wife said reluctantly.

“There is one way to kill this creature that way is to behead the creature. Fire hurts the creature. Blessing the house keeps the Wendigo at bay for a little bit of time, but it doesn’t make it go away permanently. The Wendigo does not come out during the day time. Fill your house and barn with blessed imagery and mementos to protect yourself.”

“What are the things that we shouldn’t do?” I asked anxiously.

“I know some of these things sound extreme, but it’s important not to do it. Do not call out the Wendigo. Do not leave around rotting meat or dead bodies for long especially at night. Do not wander off alone at night. Do not play music or anything about death or killing. Do not leave doors wide open, because this is an open invitation for the Wendigo.”

“How am I supposed to take care of my business? I need to be able to take care of my livestock.” I said in an anxious tone.

“That is going to have to wait until we take care of this problem. You don’t want to put your family at risk.” Dancing Wolf said in a serious tone. I looked at his painted face and feathered and beaded hair and I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.

“I want this to stop, now” I said in a serious tone.

“ I have someone who will help us.” Dancing wolf walked towards the door and nodded towards someone to come in.

To be continued…

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

“Kevin, Joe, wait up! Wait!” I panted as I ran as fast as I could from the little girl in the church.

I could hear them both running up ahead, brushing past the trees and brush in total darkness. I had my flashlight on and only that did so much in this impenetrable blackness. I couldn’t see three feet in front of me without the faint light of the flashlight. The sounds of running stopped and all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears.

“Guys, where are you? GUYS!?”

I kept running forward into the brush. I could hear whispering in the distance, very faint. I couldn’t tell if it was Kevin or Joe or something truly spectral.

“Kevin? J-joe? Please be there.”

I started to shake uncontrollably as I felt this presence with me. It was all around me, suffocating me. The air around me was heavy and dank with the smell of rotting meat and sulfur. My heart started pounding harder and faster as the smell grew thicker by the second. Out of the blackness I could hear laughter, and that laughter was literally right next to my left ear. It was the laugh of an older woman, it sounded almost demonic. I bolted out of there as soon as the laughter fell upon my ears.

“Jacob! We’re over here!” Joe, or what I thought was Joe yelled from what sounded like twenty yards away. I ran into the direction of the voice, but there was nothing there. Something was playing with me, playing with my mind. Now it was impersonating my friend. I turn around to flash my light upon the girl again, only this time she was covered in flies.

“Am I pretty?” She said in a borderline demonic voice. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran as far away from the creature as I could.

Suddenly I made it to the trail again and I was back in front of the church. I looked at the church to see that it was filled with people, but they were already dead. They stood at the stairs of the church, dressed in Victorian era clothing. Men, women, and a large amount of children. All of their eyes were a deep fire engine red, glowing menacingly at me. All of them opened their mouths to speak, or perhaps to sing and ear shattering moans fell upon my ears. It was almost deafening. Flies began to cover the people at the church’s steps.

I turned around and bolted down the path. At this point I was crying, I was beyond frightened. Then out of the blackness I see Joe and Kevin! They were alright, thank god, but something was off. Their eyes were bloodshot and dilated and their skin was shiny and glowing a ghostly white.

“Kevin, Joe! Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere!” I panted and cried as I talked.

“What? Where have you been? We were looking everywhere for you.” Kevin said in a monotone voice. Joe stood there silently like a stiff board, unmoving and unchanging.

“You guys have got to snap out of it! Please snap out of it!” I desperately tried to get both of their attention.

“You took the pictures. You weren’t supposed to do that.” Joe said and grinned widely.

“Oh my god, stop this nightmare!” I screamed. They both began to laugh and I ran off up the tedious path in the woods.

“You can’t run forever!” They both yelled to me in altered voices. It couldn’t have been them, it was playing with me again.

I sprinted up the path and I didn’t hear or see a single thing after what happened back there with the so called Joe and Kevin. I was only 6 and I had never experienced anything like this before, not even in my worst nightmare. I made it back to both of the house! I made it back to the house! The dead silence changed back to the sound of insects and critters moving around in the woods. Everything was back to normal. I go to the back porch and I see Kevin and Joe! They looked normal! They were both sitting there, waiting for me.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Joe asked in a concerned tone.

“We almost woke up mom and dad to have them call the police so we could find you.” Kevin said.

“I saw some serious shit tonight. I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again after what happened. When you guys disappeared, I saw, heard, and felt things that I can’t explain.” I didn’t realize I was still crying after everything that I experienced that night.

“What happened back there?” Joe asked.

I told them everything that happened to me. With every detail I told them, they grew more and more pale and shaky. I started to feel better as I told my best friends about the spectral beings that terrified me in the woods.

“I saw something too.” Kevin said.

“S-so did I.” Joe struggled to get the words out.

“Really? What did you guys see?”

To be continued…

Barn Fire Wendigo

“Isaac, the barn is on fire!” my wife yelled as she burst through the bedroom door.

“Aw shit, are you sure?” I jumped up.

“Look!” She ran to the bedroom window to the left of the bed, above the oak dresser and low and behold, the old barn was ablaze. The 1876 barn was ablaze.

“Fuck! Megan! Call 911! Hurry! Get the kids up!” I screamed as I bolted out the door.

“What about the animals?” She cried.

“I’ll take care of that, just call 911 and get the kids up” I commanded firmly.

“Okay, okay.”

She ran out the door, down the hall towards the bedrooms and I ran down the blue carpeted stairs to the back door. I grabbed our large hose at the edge of the old farmhouse and turned on the water, running towards the barn as fast as I could. I could feel my heart pumping into my chest to my throat, my palms covered in sweat, my legs and feet were shaky, my stomach in knots, I thought I would lose control of my body.

I ran up to the barn with the end of the hose exploding with water and began to spray down the barn. It was so hot that even being near it made my skin burn. I sprayed down the door so I could control the flames enough so I could get in there to help the animals escape. The two story farmhouse was starting to crackle and pop as the flames grew in size. The cows, horses, chickens, pigs, goats, and other animals cried out of fear and terror.

“Shit, come on! Work, work!” I yelled, fighting for the lives of the innocent livestock.

I continued to spray the hose on the burning barn, but the flames still continued to grow larger. A large plume of flames burst through the door of the doors of the barn, pushing me far back. Splinters from the barn cut my face and hands.

“No! No no no!” I sat up.

Animals began to run out of the barn, and yet it was a truly awful sight. Some were on fire, some were charred beyond belief, some were covered in splinters, and others were covered in bloody slashes. Only a few came out unscathed. A loud screech could be heard from the barn. It was something I have never heard in my life before, something from a nightmare. A pair of bright white eyes were visible in the open window on the top front on top of the barn. I turn around and see two fire trucks pull up behind me. I look back up to the window and the eyes are gone. I feel myself growing faint, things started to go dark. I just couldn’t fight the feeling.

My body collapsed to the ground.

The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with bandages on my arms and forehead.

“Whoa, why am I in the hospital?” My wife and two adult children and two preteen child was there.

“Megan, David, Lily, Joseph, Hannah! Ah! You’re all here. Even Grandma and Grandpa are here!” I felt a sense of warmth and relief as I saw them here with me at the hospital.

“You suffered some third degree burns and inhaled some of the smoke from the fire, causing you to pass out. You’re going to be okay! You just need to rest for a little bit.” My wife said with her sweet voice.

“That was really scary Daddy.” Hannah said as she ran up to me and hugged me. Her blonde hair spilled onto my arms as I held her.

“We’re glad that you’re okay son, you gave us a little bit of a scare going out there so close to the barn.” My dad said. My dad aka grandpa rarely expressed his emotions, so this really meant a lot to him if he said something like this.

“So, what happened to the barn? Has it burned to the ground?”

“Well, at least 65% of it is gone hun. We’re going to have rebuild most of it.” My wife said in a pitiful tone.

“What caused the fire?” I scratched my head and wondered why it could’ve been because the barn was up to code.

“It’s still under investigation, but what the firefighters did find was the gas line was slashed.” My wife nodded.

“What about the animals?” I asked anxiously. “Did any of them make it?”

“Well, there’s a serious issue with that. None of them made it.” My wife was somber.

“What?” My jaw dropped. “How is that possible? I could’ve sworn I saw a few escape unscathed!” I yelled. Everyone looked at me, startled by how loudly I yelled.

“I’m, sorry.” I sighed. “How did it happen?”

“Well some of the animals burned to death as you know, some of them died from penetration of the splinters or inhalation of the smoke, others died from these gashes and cuts that no one really knows where they came from. Someone thinks that maybe a bear or maybe even a timber wolf or coyote might’ve gotten to some of the animals. However, I have never seen gashes like this before.” My wife kept pondering on how the other animals died.

“It wasn’t a bear, nor a wolf or coyote, it was The Wendigo.” An elder man in Native American garb walked into the hospital room.

“Dancing wolf!” Hannah ran to the man known as Dancing wolf and gave him a hug. He smiled and hugged her back.

“Dancing wolf.” My wife said.

To be continued…

Haunted Town- Entry 5- I calmly intervened

“Can everyone please just shut up? This isn’t helping us getting out of here!” I couldn’t help but yell, their voices were relentless.

“You’re right, bitching at each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.” John sighed.

“Why don’t we split up! Daniel, come with me!”

“Splitting up isn’t such a smart idea Taylor.” I tried to convince her, but I was sure my words fell on deaf ears.

“I’m with them on this Taylor, I’m sorry.” Daniel said.

“I’ll be fine! I’ll flag down the first car I see and come and get you guys.” She sighed and walked off into the fog. A few moments later she was right back where she started.

“What? I walked away from you!” Taylor yelled.

“Well, she’s lost in a world of her own.” Angela said as she swirled around her arm.

“No I’m fucking serious!”

Taylor bolted back into the fog and ran back into us. The only difference is she was covered in this thick watery substance. It looked like blood, but it was a deeper red, almost like tar. She freaked out and wiped it off as quickly as she could.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Daniel said as he went to her side.

“It won’t let us fucking leave! Now I’m covered in this blood gooey shit!” She cried.

“Deep breaths Taylor. Now let’s try something out, I want all of us to form a line together and walk towards the fog.” John informed us.

“What are we forming a kid’s line? Okay, okay I’m coming!” Angela said in a playful then rushed tone.

We went into the fog, then came out together. We had droplets of the red substance on us, but it was easy to brush off.

“I will admit, that is quite strange.” John said with a puzzled look.

“It seems like heading into that damn town might be our only option. That trail is impossible to navigate in this fog!” Angela said.

“She’s right.” Daniel agreed, and so did I.

“You’re leaving me? With them? Daniel?” Taylor latched onto him and begged.

“I’m sorry, but I agree with them on this one that splitting up isn’t a good idea.” Daniel said in a tone of disappointment, but reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

“In town there are people, a working phone, something that can get us help. That trail is too risky. We could get lost very easily in these woods. The fog is going to make it near to impossible for us to find our way through the trail.” John said assertively.

“Alright, into town we go.” I said with a hopeful spirit.

With that, we were down the road into town. With our flashlights and phones we followed the road lined with woods, street lamps, and the occasional derelict buildings. Suddenly there was footsteps coming from behind Angela and I.

To be continued…

(Disclaimer- This is just a fan fiction of Little Hope, all just for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. You can make choices in this story like how you can in the game. Not everything in this story is the same like the game.)

Haunted Town- Entry 4.6- Goddamn I’m Scared

As soon as I dropped the phone I heard a ringing in my ears and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. The pain I felt was relentless! I opened my eyes to see a ring of in the middle of the woods. The fire was almost as tall as I was and it glowed almost a crimson red. In the middle stood a little girl in colonial clothing reading a book. I couldn’t quite see what the book was, except it had shapes on the cover. She put the book down and looked at me, smiled then went back to reading.

I close my eyes and open them again to see that I’m back in the bar.

“Andrew!” John yelled. Everyone ran up to me.

“What happened?” Angela asked.

“Did you get ahold of anyone?” Daniel pressed.

“Well I did get a hold of someone on the line, but it wasn’t too clear. A female answered the line. I told her everything with the best of my ability… then-“

“Then what?” Taylor asked in a concerned tone as she touched my shoulder. She could tell I was spooked by something.

“Then I heard what sounded like a roar over the phone. And then after that I was taken to a different time. I was in this ring of fire and she was reading this book and she looked at me and smiled! The next thing I know I’m back here.”

“Take it easy Andrew. I think we’re all a bit stressed out from the fog and the crash. You did take a bump to the head so maybe you’re a bit confused.” John said, looking for a reasonable explanation for what I saw and felt.

“I’m not surprised that you saw something young man.” Vince got up from the aged barstool, grabbed his green coat, and headed towards the squeaky door.

“Little Hope definitely has a deep and dark history to it. Not many folk live here anymore because of it. I suggest you get the hell out of here while you still can.”

Everyone began to follow Vince as he walked outside into the street to his bike parked on the light post.

“Vince, wait!” John reached out to him. “Why are you still here?”

“There are no demons to claim me, I have nothing left to fight for. It’s just myself and my roots. I have nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m not afraid of an old ghost town. You are the ones that need to leave. Don’t get caught up in this place. This town has claimed too many people already.”

Vince got on his bike, but turned around to look at everyone.

“There’s a road up ahead. It goes on a trail that crosses the old school and bridge. Keep going on that road. You’re going to reach a diner that has a working phone. It was nice to meet you folks, but please don’t ever come back to this god forsaken place. Best of luck to you.” And just like that, Vince was gone.

“We need to get out of here right the fuck now!”

“Please calm down Taylor.” Daniel said.

“Why should I? If it wasn’t for our crazy fucking teacher we wouldn’t be here! We’re stuck in shithole central because of this stupid field trip.” Taylor pouted.

“That is way out of line! I had absolutely no idea that the bus was going to crash. I don’t want to be in this situation with any of you either, but here we are!” John raved on trying to assert himself against Taylor.

“Even though it’s John’s responsibility to keep us safe, being nasty towards him isn’t going to help.” Angela said.

“Don’t get me started. Maybe you should both get lost in the fog.” Taylor snapped.

“If anyone thinks they could do a better job, step right up!” John stepped outwards towards the circle.

The constant chatter of the group began to swarm my head, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something.

Interrupt Calmly

Interrupt Harshly

To be continued….

(Disclaimer- this is a fan fiction from the game Little Hope. This is all for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology! Bits of the story differ to offer originality and the choices you make can affect your outcome.)

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4.5- That Scared Me

(Disclaimer: this is a Little Hope Fan fiction, this is all for fun! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. The story is a bit different but has similarities just to mix things up. You can make choices that affect the story.)

“Andrew!” Everyone yelled in unison as I yelped when I dropped the phone.

“Are you okay?” Daniel and Taylor quickly came up to me, then Angela and John.

“What happened? Did you get ahold of anyone?” John asked.

“You look pale.” Angela said, acting concerned.

“I got a hold of someone. A male voice answered the phone, but it wasn’t quite clear. I was able to tell us where we were and what happened, where we were, it was just hard to make out everything he said. Then he cut out and another voice joined the line.”

“Another voice? What do you mean another voice?” Angela was pressing for more answers.

“It sounded like mine, but deeper, and it had an accent to it. It thought I was the Devil’s work and that it wouldn’t ‘succumb’ to it.” I said using my fingers as quotation marks.

“I wouldn’t doubt that you heard something strange like that young man.” Vince chimed in, looking at everyone from the barstools. “Little Hope itself is cursed. Now I suggest you get out of here, before things get worse.”

“Why are you still here then? Why is it that you can’t hear or see those things, but you know of them?” I was scared, but I was so desperate for answers. I needed to know what was going on with this town!

“Well, there’s nothing left for me to fight for. I stick to my roots, they can’t hurt me like how they can hurt you.” Vince got up from the barstool, put his beaten up green coat on, and started to head towards the door. We followed him out into the street to where he parked his bike. We couldn’t just let him leave so soon with this conundrum on our hands. It weighs heavy on our minds like how the fog does in the streets.

“It really was nice meeting all of you kind folks, but this town has taken the lives of too many people. There’s not too many people left here in Little Hope. Now I suggest you pull your bootstraps up and get the hell out of here.”

“But the fog, it won’t let us leave!” Taylor yelled at the man who got onto his old blue bike.

“There is a trail that is just up the road from here. It will take you up the River through an old hiking trail. You’re going to pass by a bridge that is by the old Little Hope Middle School and an old Bridge. Do not cross it! Stay on the road. You will eventually find the diner up the road. They have a working phone. I wish you the best of luck.” Vince peddled off into the fog.

“There’s something that seems off about him.” Daniel said.

“What does he mean about our roots not being easy for us?” Taylor said as she shrugged in confusion.

“We can’t stay here anymore. I say we head towards the bus!” Taylor said.

“You’re joking right? Splitting up is not something we should do at all. Haven’t you guys watched horror movies?” John said assertively.

“Yeah, they’re dumb and they don’t make sense which is why I want to go back. Besides, there’s stuff back there that I want to get that might be useful.”

“Like what? I want to know what thing of yours you want to get is so important.” Angela said in a skeptical tone.

“When are you going to get off my back? There’s nothing wrong with going back and getting-“

“Your other phone? Makeup? A charger? Those things don’t matter to us right now! What does matter is staying close to town so when help arrives we can be here to get it.” Angela was really starting to push Taylor’s buttons.

“I was going to say possibly another flashlight, a first aid kit, and yes maybe my personal belongings!” Taylor yelled.

“Lay off Taylor. It’s been a rough night for everyone.” Daniel blurted out.

“Ah I see you have your boyfriend sticking up for you too?” Angela said with a mischievous smile.

“Will you stay out of our business!?” Taylor exclaimed. “God.” She whispered to herself as she put her hand to her face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough night. I just can’t wait to get out of here.” Angela sighed.

“It’s our teacher’s fault for getting us into this mess!” Taylor pointed at John.

“I didn’t know we were going to get into this crash in the first place. You can’t just blame it all on me.” John said in disbelief.

“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this stupid little field trip.”

“Watch your tone. I had no control over what happened tonight.”

“I don’t want to be stuck here with you, maybe you should get lost in the fog!” Taylor yelled.

“I wish I could, but apparently this fog decides if we can or can’t leave!” John exclaimed.

“Can you please stop fighting, this isn’t helping with anything.” I started to feel annoyed.

“If anyone thinks they can do a better job, step right up!”

“This can’t be real, I mean what the fuck.” Daniel blurted out.

The chatter and fighting got louder and louder. It drowned out my own thoughts, I had to stop this.

Intervene calmly

Intervene Aggressively

To be continued…

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- He Had The Drink…

“Sure! I could use a drink. It’s been a hell of a night.” John didn’t hesitate to grab the shot glass of whiskey. He swallowed the drink whole and slammed down the glass.

“I don’t think that was a good idea professor. You need to keep a clear head.”

“Do you want another drink?” Vince asked.

“Nah, one is good for now. Thank you kindly for your generosity! I deeply appreciate it.” John seemed to feel a sense of relief after having the drink.

FYI I switched to texting so no one can hear me.

“So I beg to ask the question, where is your phone?” I asked in an anxious tone. I couldn’t help myself. I started to feel this heaviness in the room, like as if we were being watched by someone, but more like something.

“Your phone doesn’t work, young man?”

“I have no service.”

“Ah! I have no idea how technology works. We do have a phone, but the line is a bit shaky. These old wires don’t work like how they used to.”

“Hey, we’re going to have a look around!” Angela’s voice echoed in the entire bar.

They looked among the loose leaf papers, newspapers, flyers, and photographs. I couldn’t quite overhear their conversations, but what I did know was that I was desperate to get to that phone. John and Vince continued to talk as I walked off towards the phone. I could vaguely overhear something about a ‘freak accident’, and ‘witch trials’, but I couldn’t care less.

I got to the phone which was an old, dusty, black dial up phone which seemed to be way past its expiration date. Some of the numbers were either broken off or faded on the dial on the phone and some of the paint was starting to chip away. I thought to myself, Man this place is old! I dialed 9-1-1 and at first the phone just rang and rang… and rang… until finally I heard some static. Finally a voice!

“9-1…. wh-a… is… yo-r em-rge-…cy?” A young female voice answered the phone.

“Yes hello my name is Andrew! We were in an accident up the road. We’re here in the Black Cat Bar up in Little Hope. We plan on going into town. Please send help to Little Hope! There are five of us!”

“Is an-y… hu-t o- mi-ing? I n-d a -… inf-ma-tion.”

“No one that we know of is hurt. It’s me, Andrew Foster, my professor John, my peers Taylor, Daniel, and Angela. The only one missing is our bus driver and I believe his name is Anthony.”

“W- wi… end -lp -…oon.”

“Oh thank god. How soon?” I felt a sense of dread as the static started to grow louder and louder. It began to give me a splitting headache.

“An-ony is -ed. For-et -im.” the voice started to grow almost demonic. I couldn’t understand it. Then a loud crashing sound was made next to me. A glass fell from a shelf and scared the shit out of me. Soon another voice hopped on the line.

“What is this?” The voice sounded like a deeper male’s voice, similar to mine, and yet still different. It sounded like it was from a different time or place, perhaps both.

“Who are you?”

“This is the Devil’s work here. I will not succumb to a witch’s spell. Your twisted words will fall on deaf ears.”

“I don’t understand.” A loud roar filled my ears before the line went dead. It caused me to drop the phone. It scared me to death. I didn’t know what to think.

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(Disclaimer: this is just a fan fiction from Little Hope! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. This story has differences compared to the original one. However, you can still make choices that can affect your outcome.)

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- No Drink

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on this one. I gotta keep a clear head.” John sighed in relief knowing that he made the best choice that he could.

“Suit yourself. Like I said before, drinking is all I have left.” Vince paused and took a drink. “After the tragic history this town has been through.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What is it that you’re talking to? A cell phone?” Vince asked.

“I’m keeping track of everything on my phone just in case if anything happens to us or if we ever get in touch with someone. I have no service so I can’t call 911. This is all the phone is good for.”

“Ah I see, like a diary.”

“We’re going to have a look around!” Angela exclaimed to John and I.

“See what you can dig up.” Said Vince.

I could hear Angela, Daniel, and Taylor rustling through newspapers, loose leaf papers, old flyers, and pictures laying around the bar. I could overhear them talking about how interesting everything looked as they looked through the historical monument that is this old bar.

“Do you have a phone?” John asked calmly. I knew inside he was just as anxious to get out of here as everyone else.

“We have one, but the line isn’t very reliable. These wires are so old they just don’t work like how they used to.” Vince poured another drink.

“It’s worth a shot.” I said.

I walked off to try out the phone. John and the old man continued to talk as Taylor, Angela, and Daniel looked around. I found the phone. It was so old, like decades old, black and covered in dust. It was one of those phones with a top handle and buttons that spin. A couple of the numbers were almost faded away or missing, but I knew what was what. It didn’t matter to me, what mattered was going home safe and sound.

“Here goes nothing.” I spun the numbers to 9-1-1. I could hear a couple clicks and then a ring as I put the phone handle to my ear. It rung three more times before I heard a very raspy, static filled voice.

“9-1… wh-a … is yo-r emerge-y?” A mature male voice said over the phone.

“Yes! Hello, this is an emergency! We had a bus crash down the road and there are five people are here at Black Cat Bar in Little Hope.”

“I-… c..an se… ..lp but I- ne-… -ore info…-tion.”

“My name is Andrew, Andrew Foster. The others are Taylor, John, Angela, and Daniel. Our bus driver, I think his name is Anthony, is missing.”

“I-… an…. hu….rt?”

“No I don’t think so, it’s just our bus driver is missing. Please come to Little Hope. Please come to town! We need help!”

“A…. som…. wi….” the static got louder and I swear I could hear other garbled noises on the other end.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Hello???” Then the static got quiet and another voice chimed in.

“Who is this that beckons for my time?” It sounded like someone from another time or another place. Nowhere I can necessarily pinpoint.

“What? Who are you?”

“This is the work of the Devil. I will not give into its filthy tricks.” It was a deeper voice, yet had a ring similar to mine. “I withhold my name from you heathen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are cursed!” A massive roar of static and some unknown creature came through the phone. It was ear shattering! The noise scared me so much that I dropped the phone to the floor.

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(Disclaimer: this is just a fan fiction! All rights belong to Dark Pictures Anthology. This is all for fun. A lot of the story is different from the game to add some originality, yet some aspects of the game are still there. You can make some decisions which will affect the outcome of the story.)

Morbid Lady

She haunts my dreams.

Ever since I was little, a black widow incessantly terrorizes me. She wraps me in her wisps of silk and chains me to the walls of her hidden chambers until I wake up alone shaking in fear. The teeth make my hair stand on end. Lifeless eyes, those eyes terrify me.

She preys upon my vulnerability. She thrives on feeding my mind with tarnished thoughts and nightmares. She floods my being with the black waters of death every time I dream of her. If it’s not the water, it’s fire or tar. It’s pure torture. It feels too real to be just a dream. She stands there and laughs. Laughs with multiple voices coming out of her throat. How can she laugh like that?

When I wake up, it feels like I have been tortured for years. I tell myself I have to avoid that woman at all costs as much as possible.

Because of this, my guard is never let down. I don’t sleep, I don’t rest. I don’t leave my home. I work from home and go to college online now. I don’t visit people I know or love anymore, I just can’t. I don’t go outside or run errands unless I absolutely have to. There is no other way than to be on my guard and to protect myself in the only way I know how.

Every time I fall asleep, I see her. Sometimes I can’t defeat the urge to sleep.

She sips on my soul. She has for over 18 years now. My life force continues to fade away as my nightmares go on like this. No one believes me. I’ve tried to tell people, but I have been told it’s all in my brain or that I’m crazy. I’m not crazy dammit! Doctors either give me medications or send me to therapists. It’s a vicious, endless, nonstop cycle. It’s useless.

No one is safe from her, not even you dear. I’m telling you this now before it is too late.

She is the Devil of blackness. She’s a parasite from another dimension! I don’t know how or why she’s here, but she chose me for whatever reason.

There is no time left. She will end you, just like how she’s going to end me.

Positivity and Funnies: Zombies!!!!

With how everything has been over the past few months, why not share a few laughs with a few zombie memes? It’s silly, horror themed for the horror fam, and some of them are just so darn cute! Let’s take a moment from the stressful news and brighten up your day with something silly (possibly bringing things that were once dead in the meme world… double the undead process!!)

Good god the myth of hungry zombie kitties are true! Feed them on time or else! 😱
Do you ever get that spine tingling (or in this case ‘munching’ feeling) that something is watching you?
Look on the bright side, at least we will all be eaten equally in the zombie apocalypse. There will be no need for protests on food chain discrimination here!
I thought that death was supposed to look scary…
Here’s an interesting game: you can only pick three things in your home that you can use during the zombie apocalypse. Will you start off as the people on top, or as the people on the bottom? The choice is yours!
The undead MUST have a sense of fashion! Do you still take selfies?

Oh no honey this has nothing to do with bath salts… the first step to recovery is acceptance and you must accept that you are a zombie. 😂

Who keeps calm anymore????? I don’t!!!

I hope you enjoyed this short bit of funnies! Stay safe and have a wonderful evening.