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

Deadliest Kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

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Short Stories · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

The Grove- It’s So Cold… pt 2

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

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

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

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

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

I’m sorry

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

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

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

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

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

I have to find the truth.

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Short Stories · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

The Grove- It’s So Cold

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“Joey!”

The dismal blackness that once took my vision completely melted away. Bright light and a thin canopy of lofty trees popped into my vision. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and scanned my surroundings. I was sitting in the middle of a large patch of grass which was surrounded by rows of granite and marble gravestones. Some where rounded, plaque like, square, cross-like, or even a statue of some sort. Some of the gravestones seemed more worn down than others. I stood up from the damp, dew covered grass and saw that I was wearing clothes that I have never worn before. Black jeans, tennis shoes, and a flannel with a white tank underneath.

It hit me… I was IN The Grove. The place that haunted me for over a decade. I was standing in the middle of The Grove in broad daylight. I was petrified; I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe.

“Joey! Joey! Joey…”

“Wh-wh-wha what? hm?”

“Joooooooooooeeeeeeeyyyyyyy….”

“Who… who’s there?”

“You know who I am, my pretty.”

“That voice…” There’s absolutely no way that it was her. The person who belonged to that voice was dead. Long, long dead.

“Mom?”

“Follow my vooooiiiiccceeeee…. I will guide you home.”

“What do you want from me?” I paused for a moment. “Hello?”

I got no response. Fuck! I don’t know where to go. I don’t know this part of the cemetery at all. I looked around and saw what looked to be a light in the shape of a candlelight flickering in the distance. I had no cell phone, no keys, no map, nothing. I was completely alone out here and I had to get out. I decided to go after the flickering light. I had absolutely nothing to lose.

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(The Grove series has finally returned =) More progress coming soon…)

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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.)

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The Patterned Tomb

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Lattice of bone shape the walls.

Crushed skulls line these halls.

Grinded to dust as they may be.

Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.

The bones never stall, nor end.

This isn’t a simple game of pretend.

Every new death creates several new bricks.

They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.

I swear that these dim halls can talk.

Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.

Stalk by day, kill by night.

When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.

Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.

I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.

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

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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Game Over

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I’M DEAD! I’M DEAD! I was in over my head!

I’ve been stuck in space, stuck in a game, stuck in my mind.

I had to fight for a lonely piece of bread.

I had to find against my own kind.

I lost my friends, my friends to this stupid, stupid game.

It was going to be fun, they said.

I don’t even remember why we did it; it was just oh so lame.

Instead of living, we died instead.

Space is definitely not an open place.

I know this for sure.

We told each other it wasn’t competitive and to go at our own pace.

But when someone decided to involve food in the game, it became too painful to endure.

We’re dead, we’re dead. We were over our own heads. 

We were separated somehow, I don’t know when. Why can’t we be all together when we’re dead?

Now we roam space looking for company and bread.

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