Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- Something Weird is Going on here

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So, I woke up this morning at around 11:00 am-ish and found a note sitting on our dining room table. It said, “Jeff and I are going to be out for the day. We won’t be back until later on tonight. Have a nice day Alex! -Love, Dani.”

I thought that was kinda odd that they wrote a note instead of texting me. Then again, they probably did that so they wouldn’t wake me up by texting me so early in the morning. I haven’t been sleeping all that well lately… understandably. A week has passed since Jeff’s suicide attempt and he just finally got back home yesterday evening.

I put down the note and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. As I was getting my Keurig ready, I heard scuttling right behind me. I wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but I just shrugged and ignored it. I grab my hot cup of joe and sat at the dining room table, scrolling through my phone. I thankfully didn’t have to work until later on tonight, so it was nice to just have a chill day. For a split second, I heard something ‘clink’ against the ceramic pot of an aloe plant that sit right by the sliding glass door which was adjacent to the table. I got up to see what it was and again I saw nothing. Alex, come on. You’re losing it! Stress? Lack of sleep? Logically it can do a number on ya. I thought to myself. I decided that maybe going back to bed for a bit and then freshening up with a hot shower would be good. I put my coffee away in the fridge for later, closed the fridge door, and was met with fire engine red glowing lights floating in front of my eyes. I jumped backwards and covered my eyes. My heart was racing, my legs were shaking, and I was ready to run. I took a moment to rub my eyes and then opened them. The evil red eyes were gone. Yeah… it’s time for bed. 

“Allllllleeeeeeexxxxxxx”, I jumped out of my skin from fear when I heard a voice calling out my name. My god it sounded like long old lady’s nails on a dusty chalkboard. I turned around and saw massive, muddy dog paw prints that led straight to my room. A horrible pungent smell possessed my nostrils and it took everything within me not to throw up. It was putrid… sour… wet… rotten… it smelled like pure death. It was a smell I smelled once before… I held my shirt up to my nose and followed the tracks that led to my room. What I saw will never be erased from my memory. Jeff and Danielle were both on my bed. They were stripped down to their underwear, kissing, and making all sorts of demonic noises. They were completely drenched in thick, tar-like mud and syrupy crimson red blood. Pieces of flesh, hair, and small twigs and leaves hung off from their hair. The whole bed was covered in that putrid tar-like mud, blood, and leaves. And that’s not even the scariest part. The scariest part is the thing that was sitting on top of my pillows. It was a dog like creature with glowing red eyes, IDENTICAL to the red eyes I saw in the kitchen.

“Alex… welcome to our brand new family.” Danielle said in the most malevolent voice I have ever heard in my life.

When she smiled, her teeth were black, grey, and yellow from rot. She began to laugh maniacally and I started to feel extremely lightheaded.

“Sick ’em Jack.” Jeff growled.

The dog like figure stood up and behold… it WAS Jack, but not the Jack that we all once knew. His once silky smooth fur was now covered in the tar-like mud and old crusted over blood. The injuries on his neck, back, and spine were still visible. When he stood, his spine wasn’t aligned at all and his neck was still cut open, slowing dripping blood onto the carpet. He opened his mouth and began to viciously snarl at me. His teeth were covered in blood and old drool. This can’t be happening! Dear Christ almighty this can’t be happening!

“But it is.” Danielle stopped laughing and stared straight into my eyes. It was the stare from someone who wanted you dead.

The demonic dog jumped at my neck and knocked me to the ground. I jumped upwards to find myself in my own bed… safe and sound. I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I had to sit there for a couple minutes until the nausea went away. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I look like absolute shit. My eyes were bloodshot, my skin was as pale as paper, and I was fucking shivering. I took my temperature and it was 101.5. I must’ve caught the flu or something. That does kinda explain the reason why I had that damn dream.

I walk into the kitchen, wearing sweats and went into the kitchen for some hot tea. Danielle and Jeff were both sitting at the table, having breakfast and scrolling through their phones. They were… normal. Jeff’s arms were still bandaged up from when he tried to commit suicide about a week ago. They both looked like as if nothing ever happened.

“Hey Alex, are you okay?” Dani asked

“You look like shit man. No offense.” Jeff looked up from his phone and looked at me.

“Nah man, it’s okay. I just woke up from a really bad dream, and I think I have the flu too.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Alex. Jeff and I were going to go hang out today. We were going to invite you to join us, but I take it that you’re staying home today…”

“Big time.” I said. I plopped down into a chair that was in the middle of Jeff and Danielle. I felt something soft snuggling up against my legs and it made me jump for a second; then I realized that it was only Mr. Jenkins, our lovely orangesicle furball.

“Hey, do you want us to take you to Urgent Care or something?”

“Nah, it’s okay.” I sipped on my hot tea. “I’m just going to call in tonight and if I’m not any better by tomorrow, then I’m going to go to the doctor.”

“Fair enough.” Jeff said as he continued to scroll through his phone, sipping away at some hot cocoa.

“I don’t mean to be rude guys, but I think I’m going to just go back to bed. I hope you guys have fun today.” I got up slowly and started to shuffle towards my bedroom. As I began to cross our living room, I saw a track of ash-like foot prints leading into Jeff’s bedroom. The footprints were in the shape of a dog’s pawprints. I was fully awake and lucid this time. What the hell is going on? I think I am losing it. I gotta go see my psych again.

| Intro | Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit | Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide | Part 4- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit | Part 5- Calm Before the Storm Met with Tragedy | Part 6- Something Bad Happened… Then Something Good Happened…| Next Part->|

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(This fanfiction series is based off of Stephen King’s original story Pet Sematary as well as the original film(s) Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

Positivity and Funnies- Horror Funnies at Their Finest! (Here we go again)

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Ohhhhhh myyyyy! It’s been far too long since I’ve posted anything in regards to horror funnies. For those who love horror, humor (explicit or not), and memes, this is for you!

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Alright Twilight haters, do you find this to be a true statement?

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It’s the Hashslingingslasher!!! Oh wait… no it’s not. It’s Nosferatu! ❤

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*wink wink* *nudge nudge* Pun intended! XD

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Horror lovers don’t sneeze like other people, they ‘Ah-Ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah-oo!!’

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Sorry ladies, you’re shit out of luck when this guy is around.

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Telling scary stories pupper-style!

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Chair: Uhhhhh… I can explain!

Heather: I don’t want to even hear it….

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Can’t we just get along and kill on the same day? It’s a win win!

Have a KILLER day everyone! (I’m not funny, but I try my best)