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.)

I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal

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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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My Favorite Quotes From Metal Songs

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Believe it or not, I really love Metal. I started to listen to Metal when I was in High School and ever since then, I was hooked. Metal-core, Nu-metal, Melodic metal, Death metal, Djent, etc you name it. However, I’m very picky choosy about the songs and bands that I listen to, but there are quite a few songs that grab my attention. I just wanted to share some of my favorite quotes from some of my favorite metal songs. Believe it or not, maybe you might find some insight from some of these song quotes.

  1.  “We make this world worth saving, are you prepared to believe? Kill everything that kills you, live long and die for me.” -Slipknot, Sarcastrophe
  2.       “I left behind this little fact; you cannot kill what you did not create.” -Slipknot, Duality
  3.        “Have faith and you won’t be left behind.” -Veil of Maya, Aeris
  4.        “All my life, I’ve been waiting for something that never came, it never came. But I’ll keep saying. All my life, I’ve been searching for something, to break these chains, to break these chains. And I’ll keep swinging.” -The Ghost Inside, Engine 45
  5.       “I won’t wear the crown of thorns. I won’t wear the mask of Judas. I’ll never be what you want me to be. You’ll never see the beauty I see.” -Bleeding Through, Number Seven With a Bullet
  6.        “I won’t break, not today. I won’t break, not today. Dead like me. Dead like me.”- Bleeding Through, Dead Like Me
  7.        “I’m holding on to a fairytale, we’re moving forward but we’re not there yet.” -A Day to Remember, Homesick. 
  8.        “God help those who help themselves, and forget about everyone else. You lost your nerve, you missed the point. God help those with open hands, may they never feel burden again. Yeah I’ll stand up for those who can’t. I’ll close the distance.” -A Day to Remember, Sometimes You’re the Hammer, Sometimes You’re the Nail
  9. “Burn me alive. If you feel that’s justified. I need more than faith, to see you on the other side, the other side.” -A Day to Remember, Justified
  10. “I’ve done this on my own. And I don’t care what you do to me, I won’t hand over, I won’t hand over what is mine. I’ve done this for too long, to let you take it away from me,It’s too late to stop me ‘Cause I refuse. I refuse… to die. I refuse to die!” -Stonesour, Hell & Consequences

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I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal

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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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Skin and Night Crawlers

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Passing through spaces, looking through faces, digging into minds forcing them to lose all traces. 

We are real, your dreams are surreal. Sucking your energy dry never loses its appeal.

Once I get my fill I immediately look for more. I will drain you from your skin to your inner core. 

I feed off your fear, I feed off your sadness. You will spiral down into pure madness.

The truth is there is more than one of me. The best part is, you’ll eventually see the others, but first I will make you see me.

I’m in the shadows, the corners, behind doors, windows… I’m everywhere. I hope that tonight you are up for a good scare.

I take the form you fear the most. I will follow you everywhere, even from coast to coast.

Oh, and one more thing, I can see you, but can you see me?

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I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem pictures)

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January 25th 2018

Hey everyone! Jacob here! I’m sorry that I had to cut the last post short, but I had to take care of some stuff. I go to community college and work part time at the library on campus every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My parents always push to get my studies done before anything else, and I have adopted that same mindset as well. I also wanted to apologize for the slight vagueness in my first post. I wanted to talk more about how I got into this stuff on my end. So like I stated in my previous posts, my parents were a huge influence on why I love the paranormal so much.

I think what started it all was my first experience with the paranormal when I was about 7 years old. Back then, my family and I lived in a house that was slightly smaller than the one we lived in and it was HAUNTED af, I seriously mean it was haunted. However, I didn’t really start to experience anything until I got a bit older. Anyway, when I was 7 years old, I was playing with my older brother Kevin who was about 10 years old at the time. I had two older sisters, 12 and 14 who were inside the house at the time. Kevin and I were out in our playground that our parents made for us when we first moved here. We were both playing in our sandbox, it was a fairly large one at that.

“I’m going to make a city that will reach the sky! And a rollercoaster in the middle of it.” I remember saying that vividly out of everything else. I really wanted to be an architect when I was little.

“You’re going to need a lot more sand than that to make skyscrapers that big.” My brother said as he was doing his version of a reanactment of Godzilla. Clumps of light tan sand sat in front of him as he used his favorite toy airplane to destroy the smaller clumps. I remember that he always wanted to be a pilot. 15 years later, he made that dream come true, but that’s a story for another day. We were having a good day in the hot midsummer’s sun.

“You know what would be cool to do one of these days?” Kevin asked me with some form of malintent… I say malintent because I had a feeling it was going to be a prank or some sort of trick. We loved to play pranks on one another.

“What?” I said

“Go check out the creek by our house without grown-ups! I heard that there is a church in the middle of the woods and its haunted!” He said excitedly.

“But we tried to do it one time and we both got grounded for a week without TV or video games! The nextdoor neighors caught us, remember?”

“So? We’re fast enough to sneak past mom and dad and our neighbors. We would be even faster if we snuck out of our rooms when mom and dad are asleep.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” I remember feeling my stomach churning at the thought. I was still afraid of the dark and there was something about this situation that just wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I know I felt something.

“Come on man! Maybe we can get Joe from next door from us to go with us.” Joe Randall was our best friend since childhood. At the time he was 13 years old, a cubscout, and would regularly go on hikes in the backwoods with his dad and younger sister. We had so many good memories with Joe. Hell, even after we moved we still chat all the time and get into shenanigans.

“Maybe…” I said grasping at my chin, pretending that I had a beard.

“I already talked to him about it! We were going to do it tonight at 10 o’clock! Please?”

“Why do you want me to come and not one of our sisters?”

“Bleh! I don’t want them to come with us. They’re not as brave as you and I. Anyway, Joe has a camera so we can take all kinds of pictures. We will be the coolest kids in school for doing this. No one has done this before because everyone is a scaredy cat. So, what do ya say? Shake on it?” He put his hand right in my face. I sighed and shaked his hand.

“Alright deal”. As soon as I shook his palm I felt my stomach drop and my head was immediately all mixed up. I couldn’t go back on a handshake, it’s a personal brother to brother kind of thing. I will say one thing for sure… what happened that night imprinted itself in my memories forever….

More coming soon…

Part 1

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