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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…

Survivor of Jason Vorhees (Fan fiction)

Hi everyone, my name is Ted. I was a counselor at camp Pack-a-nack years and years ago, the camp that sat on Crystal Lake, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. With all of the tragedies that have happened there, there’s no way that someone could not have heard of it. I was just a teenager when I was a counselor, only 17 at the time. I’m a survivor of the Friday the 13th massacre, me and Ginny are. Ginny took the brunt of what that monster Jason Vorhees did. Paul didn’t make it, he sacrificed himself to save Ginny. Me, I was getting wasted at the local bar in town and hanging around the ladies while my friends and bosses got hacked away. I’m still shaken by it to this day.

I’m 54 now. I don’t keep in touch with the others that survived at the bar with me, they don’t understand how this has affected me. Ginny is the only one I really talk to about this whole thing. Ginny is one of the only people I really talk to and trust. We’re close friends and have been for a few decades. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this now, so many years later, after so many Friday the 13ths have passed. Well, in the newspaper there was an advertisement hiring camp counselors for Camp Timberwood on Crystal Lake. I was originally going to leave it alone since camps and summer get aways have been destroyed one year after another, but then I found out that my niece was going to be a counselor.

“Ginny, we need to stop them. That place is cursed!” I slammed the paper down on the oak table. I was furious.

“How can we? People are going to continue to try to open camp there. No matter what we say or do it won’t make a difference.” Ginny sighed and took a sip from her white coffee cup. Her aged eyes looked up at me, tired and worn out.

“We can’t sit here and do nothing!” I began to pace back and forth, thinking about what to do.

“I don’t know what to say Ted. It doesn’t matter how many people die, they’re going to-“

“MY NIECE IS A COUNSELOR! I don’t want that fucker to take her. Now I never had any kids, but I love my niece like as if she was my daughter. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her.” I ran my hand through my salt and peppered hair.

“I couldn’t live with myself when Paul was killed. I still can’t.” Ginny said somberly.

“You have to help me, please. You’re all I’ve got left. No one is going to believe me.” I pleaded in desperation.

“Okay, okay I’ll help you.”

“I say that we take this to the courthouse and get them to shut down the camp,” I stated confidently.

“They’re not going to do that unless if you find proof that the camp is unsafe.” Ginny took another sip of her coffee.

“We need to find proof that Jason is still out there.” I said in a sense of urgency.

I stopped pacing and stood in front of the table in the dining room. The soft sound of birds chirping started to calm me down. I looked out the window over the table and looked over the neatly groomed yard and woods in the background. I took a deep breath and took in that moment that I realized that I wasn’t entirely alone.

“Well, Jason is supposedly dead, for good from what I have heard. He’s supposedly either at the bottom of the lake, or buried next to his mom. There have been so many stories out there one what has happened to him I don’t even know what is true anymore. He could be in space for all I know.” Ginny chuckled.

“I know someone that can get us into the camp without us rising any suspicion at all.”

“Alright. I’m in.”

To be continued…

(This is a fan fiction of Friday the 13th. The story idea is my own, but Friday the 13th credit belongs to the original writers, producers, makers, etc. This is all for fun! enjoy the story as I go with it.)

Halloween Memes!! 🎃👻

Ah! I love this time of year, don’t you? The crisp air, swirling crunchy leaves, a colorful portrait of trees, sweet coffees and teas, sweets and treats, I could go on. These memes are just a reminder of how wonderful this time of year is!

I don’t care if it’s the apocalypse! I’m putting up Halloween decorations.

I can vouch for that.
It’s almost time to wake up! *checks watch*
Yummy!
I legitimately wish I had a computer like this… and so do the ants.
Yassssssssss!!!!!!!
Technically I love winter as well, but if I had to choose a season if winter wasn’t an option it would be fall.
I love baby pumpkins!!
Summer = ew
This would be my ultimate Uber!
High nutritional value! 😂
It’s time to prepare!

I hope you enjoyed these memes!

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.)

Positivity and Funnies: Holiday Memes

We’re almost done with 2020 and boy it’s been a year for the history books. What is desperately needed now is some positivity and funnies! The holidays are finally here so you know what that means, holiday memes! Let’s get started on some holiday funnies!

Ouch! I have to admit that it’s National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation pretty right?

Why give away a perfectly good brick?

Hey! That’s not Santa, quick! Hide the cookies, it’s a trash panda!

One of them is cuter and definitely funnier than the other. I’d rather have the lizard than the boxed whatever hahaha.

“Don’t lie! You have an extra batch of cookies for Santa paws, right?”

Haters gonna hate and I’m gonna ice skate!

I thought this was supposed to be a quick gig Martha!

I hope y’all enjoyed these festive funnies! I also hope that everyone has a wonderful day!

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.