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…)

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.)

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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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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Dream Journal: Werewolves and School Lessons in a Cemetery

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

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

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

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

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

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Dream Journal- Gentle Breeze in a Small Autumn Town

A few nights ago I had a very subtle, yet heavily detailed dream. I somehow managed to find myself in the hometown of one of my dearest friend. I found myself in the front of a fast food restaurant, possibly a Burger King, McDonald’s, In N Out, or something like that. It sat in its own lot which sat in the middle of what appeared to be a town square. I honestly do not know how I quite got there. I had visions of being transported there and yet, at the same time I had visions of being dropped off by someone who drove me over to this fast food joint. My dear friend who wore a black hoodie and jeans came up to me, welcoming me with open arms. They seemed pretty calm and laid back, ignoring the fact that I had absolutely no idea how I got here.

He urged us to go for a walk around town so he could show me around. We held casual conversations as he showed me around. The town seemed old time with buildings built closely next to one another. The paint and wood on some of the buildings chipped and wore away while others looked brand new and refurbished. There was Halloween decorations hanging on the edges of the roofs of all the buildings. Paper pumpkins, orange and black streamers, plastic bat and ghost decor, pumpkins and gourds lining the front end, etc. The breeze pulled off part of the streamers and one of the paper pumpkins. I tried to run after it to catch it, but it flew off into the gently faded blue skies. One of the town-folk told me not to worry about it and to let it fly away. 

Soon my friend and I started to get into an older, disheveled part of town. We walked by a small brick church with a cemetery sitting on the right side of it. I felt very unsettled about this area. Neighborhoods and streets stretched endlessly and it was a little bit more noisy here than any other part of town. The cemetery had tombstones nearly stacked on one another with tall grass and weeds entwined around the tombstones and semi-barb wired fence. I felt even more unsettled when I saw three teenagers running out the church and through the cemetery. I large man with an Italian accent stood on the steps of the church and screamed at the teens. He looked at us and started to walk towards us with aggression. My friend managed to convince him that we didn’t do anything wrong and I stood back. The large man said that it was okay for us to stay for a little bit, but not for too long. All three of us stuck around in the cemetery and the large man shared old urban legends and ghost stories that surrounded the town and this cemetery. I felt on edge and the tombstones started to glow. I could see non-corporal human-like beings starting to surround us. I really didn’t like it, but the large man and my friend embraced it more than anything else. I said I was going to leave, but then my friend followed me, then suddenly things went back to normal. I woke up feeling quite intrigued. 

This was quite a strange dream, does it mean anything to you? Have you had any dreams similar in nature as to this one?

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