Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

Please, Don’t Try This Profession

Please don’t try this…. ever.

You won’t come back in one piece, or ever.

How I know is because I am a witness.

I have witnessed ‘The Quiet Ritual’ by the CLA (Celebration of Life) done multiple times.

It is for people who are either terminally ill or for those no longer wish to be on this earth.

We celebrate life one more time and at the end of the celebration, the person who is ready to go, goes in their own way.

However, the one who holds the ceremony has to either be a higher authoritative figure in law or religion.

I’m a priest in a Catholic Church.

I’m a relatively young man with no life and all I have wanted to do is make people happy.

I have given so many elders a celebration on their last day of life on earth which has made them and their families happy.

I know this may sound great and all, but here’s the catch to this private service: I also did mention it is for those who no longer wish to be on this earth.

This could be for people who aren’t elderly or sick per say, but for people who are tapping out.

This is the only organization in the world that will allow something like this.

I was very reluctant to do this, but I signed a contract for 5 years and I couldn’t back out of it.

I was offered great pay and I couldn’t go anywhere else work wise.

After the first person I helped tapped out, that’s when I heard the voices.

They told me that every time I had to do a ritual, I had to take a small piece of myself off of my body.

I was overwhelmed with dreams, visions, shadows, and the b-b-bugs… the fucking bugs.

They crawled over me during my sleep.

Thousands of flies and maggots.

Each day, each ritual, each death, each patch of skin…

Patch of skin… patch of skin… patch of skin…

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Positivty and Funnies · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

Positivity and Funnies: Howl-O-ween funnehs

It might be only September, but does that really matter? Hell no! Halloween, aka spooky season is here! Decor, movies, candy galore? It’s never too early to get excited for Halloween, it’s also never too early nor too late for the funnies! Here we go!

“I don’t like horror movies.”

…. awkward *eye twitches*

I freaking hate it when this happens! That’s why you should never wash your mask Jason!

It’s never too early for Halloween dammit!!!

This sounds like a fun project for the whole family! (Your neighbors will love you and appreciate you for this)! 😁

This is what horror villains do for fun! 😂

Oh my gosh they are just so VERY “friendly”! Uh… Hm…

Here’s the truth about vampires and why they’re not fun to be with: they all suck!

Hey, it’s what I do! It really does work! 👍

If it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anyone, then why not? (Unless if you enjoy killing people like Jason Vorhees or Michael Myers… *gulp*).

The definition of Creepypasta can have emphasis and class, right?

Have a nice night everyone!

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Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Shallow Wrist Doctor

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Thank Christ you have come for me.

Insert the decadent nectar into my skin.

I can’t live within my whole shell, I’m not clean.

I cannot return to my kin.

Forgive me dear doctor for I have committed the worst blessings with no sins.

I’m not sick enough for my dearest master.

Rip open my splintered bones, splice my cells, sync my neurons, split my tissue.

Give me more, give me more, give me more!!!

I need it, I feel it, I crave it, you love it.

They stare at me as I sleep, its hurts so good.

Your hands on my head arouse me so much.

Press harder on my skull please.

Harder… harder… harder…

I can’t die.

I CAN’T DIE!!!!

Long term stories · Short Stories · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary FanFic)- Something Bad happened… then Something Good Happened…

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Sunday morning rolled along and Jeff still hasn’t made a decision on what to do in regards to Jack. I’m really starting to worry about his state of mind. He didn’t talk to anyone on Sunday, nor did he for the past week. If we asked him questions, he’d just nod or shake his head.

On Tuesday he finally decided to have Jack buried in the local Pet Cemetery which was a couple miles away from the Vet. Eternal Rest Pet Cemetery. It wasn’t very big compared to a regular cemetery, at least not that I could tell. I used to drive by it going to work or school, but now because of everything that happened, I take another route to work and school. We went with Jeff to be with him when they were to bury Jack. I never realised that there was such a thing as this, but with enough money I guess you can pull anything off. Jeff’s parents covered the expenses of the dog’s funeral, or whatever you call it. When Jack’s coffin was lowered into the ground, Jeff fell to his knees and had a massive breakdown. He tried to get into the hole where the coffin was being lowered into, but Danielle and I pulled him up to his knees and eventually his feet. I have absolutely no idea what his intentions were, but damn it was scary. It frightened me to see one of  my best friends go completely ballistic to the point of no return.

It’s currently Tuesday and he still hasn’t talked to anyone, not even Danielle. You know, for years Danielle and Jeff had feelings for one another, but were always afraid of expressing them to each other. How do I know this you might ask, well Danielle and Jeff spent quite a bit of time talking to me about both of their troubles as well as their romantic fantasies. They have almost kissed a couple of times, but were always too afraid of ruining what they had as friends. The thing is, no matter how hard things got for Jeff, he would always go to Danielle. However, Jeff has not confided in Danielle like how he normally would. She remained as patient as she could, but it devoured her from the inside. She felt so helpless and to be honest, I did too.

This morning, Wednesday morning, I woke up to a zombie-like Jeff walking through the house aimlessly. He shuffled in circles and seemed stiff as a board. His dark eyes were lifeless, his skin was white paper pale, and his suave black hair was disheveled. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Suit, tie, and dress pants. He looked like someone who was either extremely high or is just waking up from a bad hangover. He passed by me in the kitchen and I saw he had three fresh cuts on his neck. I grabbed him by his left wrist and stopped him in his tracks.

“Hey! Jeff! What the hell did you do to your neck??”

“Cut myself.”

I took a closer look on his neck, then his left hand that I was hanging onto for dear life. I saw dried blood on the cuff of his sleeve. I pulled up his sleeve and saw dozens and dozens of cuts up and down his left arm. They were still fresh cuts with blood trickling down from his arm to the floor. I looked at him in shock and felt my heart sink and shatter to pieces. Eyes started to well up in my eyes.

“I need help Alex.” He looked at me with his empty eyes. “I want to die and be buried to my dog. I want to die and be buried with all of my loved ones who died from the fire on that Christmas morning. I just want to die. I don’t want to live anymore. I don’t want to burden Danielle and y-” Jeff’s eyes started to roll into the back of his head and I grabbed him before he fell onto the dark wooded floor. Jeff is about 5 inches taller than me and weighs more than I do, but I still managed to hold him up with the best of my ability.

“No, no, no, no, no! Jeff, stay with me.” I patted his face constantly until he jolted out of it. “You’re not going to die! You’re not going to die! We’re going to get you some help Jeff.” I sat Jeff down on the couch and I immediately pulled my phone out and called 911. Jeff was taken to the Crestlake Hospital which was about 30 minutes from our house. His parents were called and they came to the hospital within a few hours. Jeff was admitted to the hospital (which in all actuality kind of looked like a hotel).

I finally have some good news; something that has helped take the edge off. I didn’t want to mention this so soon because of what happened today, but I really thought that maybe bringing some positivity to this site just might help. Anyway, I asked a girl from one of my classes out on Monday and she said yes! She and I really hit it off on the first day of our Sociology 110 class. We study together, text each other non-stop, and now I just finally gathered up enough courage to finally ask her out. We’re going to go to the cafe that’s not too far away from my house this Friday. Neither one of us have to work then which was awesome. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world! It has been forever since I have been with anyone.

And also more good news, from what I heard from Danielle, Jeff and Danielle are FINALLY together. Thank fucking god! Danielle didn’t give me a whole lot of details, but from what she told me, Danielle sat on his hospital bed, cried and told Jeff how much she meant to him, including how she felt. Jeff finally broke his silence about how he felt and made a promise not to ever do what he did again. About 10 minutes later, the nurse and Jeff’s parents came in and found both of them making out, laying on top of one another. She said believe it or not, his parents seemed relieved to see those two together. Unfortunately it was late and past visiting hours so Danielle had to leave and come back home.

When she came home I gave Danielle a big hug and congratulated her. She seemed absolutely exhausted. Her brown hair was disheveled, her blue eyes barely sayed open, and she was almost out of breath.

“Thank you so much for your help Alex. You’re a true hero for saving Jeff’s life. I think Jeff is in a better state of mind now. At least from what I can tell from what happened earlier.” Danielle gave an awkward laugh. “I think I’m going to go to bed now. I know its only 9:00, but I’m so ready to pass out.”

“I’m going to bed too Dani, no worries. Today was just pure chaos and insanity.” I gave out a small sigh.

“Right.” with that we were both off to bed.

It’s currently 3:00 am and I can’t sleep. My mind is just all over the place. I really hope to god that those two being together will help Jeff get through this mourning process with Jack. Also, is it wrong for me to post something like this on my blog? Is it wrong to open a new chapter in my life as my friend is so unstable that he almost committed suicide? I mean, Jeff and Danielle have opened a new chapter in their lives too, but at this point, I really don’t know what is right or wrong anymore. What I do know is I am starting to hear Pascow’s voice as well as the voices of others within my head. I’m going to get myself checked out, just a sanity check, you know? I’m not crazy. I know I’m not crazy. This whole event was traumatizing for everyone. I mean, thankfully I’m in one piece, but sometimes I feel like Pascow seems to suggest otherwise. I’m going to do the best I can and ignore him. That’s all you can do, right?

Part 1- 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- Tribute to Jack |  Next Part  |

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(This fanfic series is based off of Stephen King’s original Pet Sematary as well as the original Pet Sematary 1 & 2 movies.)

Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Sickly

6d0sJcFSick as sick can be.

Sick as sin can be.

Sick as the mortician.

Sick as the reaper.

Sick as the bleeding gums.

Sick as the eyeless.

Sick as the paper thin skin.

Sick sickly as the doctors.

Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.

Sick sickly as impending doom.


Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat. 

Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.

Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.

Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.

Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.

Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse. 

Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.

I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain. 

I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.

Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine. 

I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew. 

I have a mask that was made for me.

It was made from me.

The end is near.

Run.

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

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Tainted eyes,,,

Everything hurts when I blink.

Everyone runs away from me.

Teeth for eyes.

Hell burns within me.

Turmoil writhes inside my heart.

Existence with these eyes is impossible.

Everything looks white to me.

Tainted teeth…

Hunger is a word with no meaning.

Tattered, tethered, and torn apart.

Everything has got to be put to an end.

Ending this life is not an option.

Tied by the belief of sheer luck.

Hell burns within me.

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

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I’m trapped within you.

I feel trapped within myself.

I’m made of glass eyes.

They really do hurt sometimes.

I can hear banging.

I can feel hands inside of me.

Dear god stop these hands.

Please, they hurt my eyes.

I can hear them screaming too.

They are hurting me.

Will someone please make it stop?

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