Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfiction)-> Tribute to Jack (written by Jeff)

Heya everyone. I know Alex normally writes on here, but he let me write a personal tribute to Jack on his page. I didn’t just want to post it on Facebook; I wanted to post it some place where everyone could see it. I don’t have a ton of Facebook friends, nor a lot of followers on Twitter or Insta. I know that a lot of friends of mine like to look at Alex’s site, so I thought hell why not. So, I wrote a poem for my dear pet Jack as well as what the future is going to hold.

“Goodbye my dear friend;

It was too soon for your life to come to an end.

You meant the world, everything to me;

You saved my family numerous times, don’t you see?

From a midnight robbery to a deadly forest fire;

You gave me everything, even my truest heart’s desire.

I wouldn’t be here without you;

I wish you could see it, because it’s true.

I will see you once again dear Jack;

I will find a way to bring you back.”

I know it sounds a little dark, but this was the only way I knew how to pay tribute to Jack. I would do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING to get Jack back. I’d give up my soul to the devil if that was even possible. My life has come to a standstill since what happened earlier today. I said so many things that I know I shouldn’t have. I want to thank you all for the support that everyone has given me within the past few hours. I feel better after writing this whole thing out for all to see.

I will say this right here and right now though, DO NOT ever let your pet off the lease in a park unless if it has a fenced area, and two is to never open your window when you have your dog in the backseat. 

(P.S. if you know of ANY kind of way that I can reconnect with Jack, or maybe even gain some closure, please feel free to let me know on my Twitter/Facebook which is JefferJack.)


(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.)

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic) Calm Before the Storm Met with Tragedy (WARNING explicit content)

Okay guys, this post is going to be a bit longer than usual and I might have to split this into a few different parts today. But, holy shit I have a lot of stuff to share. I think those people who enjoy the macabre and other horrors just might like this. In the most recent post, I had said that I encountered a few things in my waking life that had been in my dreams, before I get to that first, there is a few things I need to share. The reason why I need to share these things first is because they are heavily involved with what has been going on.

ALSO: WARNING to those who might be reading this. Parts of this entry includes explicit material that may not be suitable for others. Read at your own risk.

First off, thankfully the nightmares subsided and I had thoughts of maybe cancelling or rescheduling the appointment with my new doctor because of things getting better. I wasn’t really getting anymore nightmares, I was still doing good in school, and I made some new friends in my classes. However, I realized that after what happened this weekend that maybe it was best for me to still see my doctor.

Friday came around and neither one of us had to work! It was pretty sick. Usually that never happens with Jeff and I because of Target’s hours fluctuating. Thankfully, Danielle works only weekdays, so she had weekends off, which made this weekend the best one to do something. I think with the back to school jam being over with it being mid September and all, things were starting to slow down. So Danielle, Jeff, and I decided that maybe we should go do something fun this weekend. Jeff had one of his classmates of a small town called Firtip with an old-fashioned shopping square that sat in the middle of the town. Not too far away from the town sat a small lake called Saltlick and a park that overlooked it. It was about an hour and a half away. Jeff said that the town square as well as the park by the lake was dog friendly, so we decided to take Jack with us. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Saturday rolls by and we head out to Firtip at 8:30 sharp (Danielle’s idea, not mine. I hate getting up early). Regardless, we made it there at around 10 and had in my opinion, one of the best breakfasts I have ever had. We went to a restaurant called Bolly’s and oh. my. god. they have the BEST pancakes in the universe. And thankfully they allowed dogs so we were able to take Jack in with us. That boxer in Jack can sometimes make him a bit naughty, but he is (was) a good dog. Despite the fact that Jack was 10 years old, he still acted like a puppy at times. He begged for food from time to time and Jeff had a habit of sneaking a bit of bacon here and there. Jeff spoiled Jack.

After we go to the restaurant, we went to the bookstore, the antique shop, the pet store, and a number of boutiques that were in the square. Everything from the books to clothes and other antiques just blew my mind. I felt like I was living under a rock for so many years. I saw all kinds of stuff that I knew my mom, dad, and little sister would love. Not to mention, we loaded up on sugar at the local ice cream shop.

Next, we headed to the park right next to the lake. There was a small pier and dock that was set for people who wanted to boat or fish on the lake. The transition of summer to fall was so surreal. The mixture of green to fall hues being reflected off by the water caught my eye. This place was absolutely gorgeous. There were a few picnic areas that lined the shore of the lake. A small child, Doberman puppy, and two young parents played frisbee with one anonther; an older woman wearing blue neon clothing ran on a path through the park, and a middle aged couple sat at a picnic table that sat closest to the pier, drawing the lake with watercolors. As we stepped out, Jeff grabbed a blue frisbee, a chuck it toy, and a collapsable water bowl. We walked past the couple painting the lake and went off to a clearing that was surrounded by lots of greenery.

So all three of us and Jack played with the frisbee and the chuck it toy for about an hour or so. It felt so good just to get outside and feel the cool autumn breeze flow around us. It was refreshing. Suddenly, Jack stopped in his track and stared straight into the trees. Jack started to bark and then he took off.

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“Hey! Jack! Come back here!”

“Wait for us man!” Danielle and I took off after Jeff.

We chased after Jack for a good ten minutes or so. His barking only grew louder the longer we were darting through the trees. We could not see nor hear whatever it was that Jack was chasing. What was even weirder was that Jack almost never chased after anything. Not even bunnies or squirrels that would run around in our backyard. All three of us burst through a section of long grass and we were able to see Jack trying to scratch at a burrow that sat underneath a pile of rocks. He was foaming at the mouth and snarling viciously at what appeared to be small black paws from some sort of animal.

“Jack! No! Stop it Jack! Leave it!” Jeff ran after towards Jack and was able to pull him back by the collar. A massive black ball of fur jumped at Jack, scratched his eye and bit into his throat. It was what looked like a very old and injured dog of some sort. Danielle ran up to Jack and tried to grab his collar, but Jack bit the mangy dog straight into the skull and eye sockets, killing it instantly. Blood and foam ran down Jack’s mouth and he was covered in wet dirt and scratches. Jeff let go of Jack and kicked the dead dog numerous times. He picked up the dog’s carcass and threw it at the rocks. This wasn’t unlike Jeff, for he has lost his temper with people or things who have ever attempted to harm a single hair on that dog’s head. Jeff loved his family and friends, and this dog was his world. But Jesus Christ this was really really bad timing.

“Jeff, man stop it! We need to get Jack to the vet asap!” Jeff looked back at me without saying a single word, picked up Jack, and ran through the trees. Danielle and I chased after Jeff, got back to my car, and we sped off to find the nearest vet. The closest vet was 15 minutes away from the town square, and unfortunately we were at least 30 minutes away from the town square.

Jeff was in the backseat of my car and held onto Jack tight. Every so often, Jack would moan or whine in pain. Jeff used a towel and wrapped Jack’s neck as well as washing Jack’s eye. He put bottled water in the top cap and gently washed Jack’s eye.

“Alex, Danielle, I’m not sure if Jack is going to make it. He seems like he’s getting weaker.”

“Don’t worry man, we’re almost there!” God I really wished that was true, but that’s all I could really say in this situation.

“Hey, can you open one of the back windows a little bit so we can get some fresh air?” I did just that without hesitation. Jack jumped up and started to attempt to jump out the window. Jeff grabbed Jack who was half in and out of the window. Danielle screamed and I immediately pulled over. Jack slipped through the opening in the window and fell onto the asphalt. A loud snap was heard and then one final yelp. Jeff and Danielle rushed to the side of the road and pulled Jack back into the car.

“Oh my god Alex! Look at what you’ve done!” Jeff screamed at me. I looked back and Jeff and saw that Jack was lying completely limp. Unresponsive.

“Knock it off Jeff! It wasn’t Alex’s fault!”

Everyone went dead silent… a few minutes passed and we finally got to the emergency vet. Danielle, Jeff, a receptionist, and the vet carried Jack into one of the rooms and immediately put in an IV in his left arm and started CPR.

“Come on buddy. You can do this. Hang in there. You’ll make it.” Jeff kept saying that to Jack over and over, despite the fact that he was barely responsive to every possible form of stimuli.

After 25 minutes on the IV, CPR, and breath support… Jack was gone. Neither one of us could believe it. He passed away from the bite in his neck as well as snapping his spine when he jumped out of the car window. How is it that one bad event leading to another could lead to such a horrific death of an innocent dog? It just wasn’t right and it just wasn’t fair at all. Jeff was completely torn up about Jack passing away. We sat in the vet’s office for what felt like centuries. Jeff cried himself hoarse and refused to leave Jack’s side. I walked up to Jeff and put my arm around his shoulder.

“Al-alex, I’m really really sorry for what I said earlier… I-” He looked up at me. His eyes were completely bloodshot and it seemed that the life was drained from his face.

“It’s alright man. I understand.”

“No Alex, it’s not alright. Not with everything that you have been through before. I was out of line.”

“I know. But I still understand.”

Jeff decided to have Jack transported from the emergency vet clinic to the vet clinic in town. It was going to take up to 24 hours for Jack to be transported, but Jeff didn’t care. He needed time to decide on how to best handle the situation with Jack. The folks at the emergency vet were very kind about the situation and didn’t charge Jeff a single dime.

We got back home at around 6-7ish. No one talked for the rest of the drive back home, nor did anyone say a single word when we got back home. It was like this heaviness was put upon our shoulders when we walked into the door. Jack’s things sat in the living room and kitchen area. It was very haunting just to see those items sitting around. Jeff walked into his room, shut the door, and locked it. He stayed in there for the whole night without saying a single word. Danielle and I sat on our L-shaped couch and tried to watch Netflix. It just didn’t work. We decided to just go off to bed early instead. Truth be told is that we were all dead beat tired from today. How could such a wonderful day turn into one of the worst days of our lives within a matter of minutes, if not seconds?

The horror of the situation only continued to get worse. In the dead of night, I find myself to be wide awake and I see this face staring right at me. Jack, or this thing that looked like Jack was standing on top of me on my bed. Blood and saliva dripped from his jowels onto my sheets and skin. It was colder than ice. The thing opened it’s mouth and gave out a massive growl. The smell of death and decay was so overpowering that it caused me lean to my left and throw up onto the floor. I looked back up from my bed and saw that the thing was gone. The smell was still there even after the monstrocity disappeared.

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How was that even possible? Jack is dead! This can’t be possible. It had to have been a dream. Guys, the scary part about this situation is this isn’t even HALF of what transpired this weekend…

Part 1- Intro  |    Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit    |   Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide   |  Part 4- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit   |

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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.)

Trekking Old Roads

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 Oh god… it’s happening again! Oh god! How the hell did I end up here??? I found myself sitting in the middle of an all too familiar road from my memory, a road that I hoped I would forget. I stood up from the ice cold ground and started to look around. Thank god it’s not nearly as foggy as how it was on the day of the accident. However, these old trees are still surrounded with a layer of fog. 

“Hello??? Is there anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?” I yelled and started to run down the road, hoping to find a friendly face to help me get out of this place. Flashbacks from the accident plagued my thoughts as I jogged. All I could see was blood, a dead dog laying motionless in the road, steam from the car’s engine floating into the blackness… why can’t I get these images out of my head? 

“Is there anyone out there?? Hello? I need help! I can’t find my car and I can’t find my friends! Hello???” I felt a buzz in my right back pocket and looked at my phone. I dropped the phone out of pure shock and disgust. It was open to a text conversation that I had with my best friend, Joey. The text message that he sent to me read: Oh Mike… I found the dead dog we found on the road that day and your parents in the graveyard today. They are right behind you man. I am behind you too. Wanna play hide and seek? WE’RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

I swiftly turned around and saw Joey, my parents, and a matted ball of fur standing behind me… REALLY close behind me. All three of them are completely drenched in blood from head to toe and had empty eye sockets and no teeth. God almighty they smelled like death and rotting meat. Each one of them smiled at me and groaned like the monster from the Grudge. As they smiled, hundreds of spiders and locusts spilled out of their mouths onto the road. I screamed from the top of my lungs and sprinted down the old dusty road. Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back! I ran for what seemed to be like centuries. I followed the old road as it twisted and turned through the trees. I turned around and found my car and all of my friends sitting in it… dead. My car was completely covered in dust and was damaged beyond repair. Their bodies were rotting… Their skin were nearly melted away from time. They were almost unrecognisable. 

I turned to look forward and saw the bloodied Joey come up to me. He jumped at me, grabbed me at the throat, and shove me into the ground. I fought desperately for breath, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get Joey off of me. The ground below me began to sink rapidly like quick sand. “You won’t get away from us this time.” A low voice echoed in the background and the sinking earth below me started to freeze my body over. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing would come out. Deep black roots from the sinking ground began to grasp onto my body and wrapped me into a cocoon of darkness. Everything went blank. 

“Mike! Mike! Hey wake up! Come on man wake up!” I jolted upwards in my bed, grasping for breath. I was completely drenched in cold sweat. Joey sat down on the bed next to me and had his hand on my shoulder. He gently hushed me as I tried to regain my breath. “You were having another nightmare Mike. Third time this week.” 

I held my head in my eyes and started to sob uncontrollably. “I don’t know what to do Joey. These dreams are just too real! I don’t know what to do anymore man. I don’t know what to do.” I have always found myself to be a bit of an emotional person, but whatever the hell I was feeling was just completely out of my own grasp. 

“We’ll figure it out man. We always do. I’m here by your side, no matter what happens.” I started to regain control of myself and took a few deep breaths. The sun shining from the window above my bed and the birds chirping outside soothed my anxiety. “Do you need to go to the doctor right now?”

“Not right now no.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat and tears from my face. “I’m going to call Doctor Thomas in a little bit. I just need to uh… take a shower, and just wake up a little bit first.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab some coffee and breakfast, would you like me to get you anything?”

“Yes, please. Just the usual. Thank you so much Joey.” He smiled, nodded, and then slowly walked out of my room. This shit has got to stop. It’s getting out of control. 

(This is a sequel to the original story-> Who decided that this was a good idea?)

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I Have an Obsession With the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures)- An Old Ghost Story Part IV

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“Already???” Kevin whined.

“It’s 10 minutes to 3 am.” His tone of voice chilled me to the bone.

“So?” Kevin stood up from the piles of paper and tilted his head.

“3 am is the witching hour. We’re not supposed to be out in the woods past 3 am, especially no later than 3:33 am.” Joe still sounded a hair away from being monotone and I really didn’t understand why. I felt this urge within my gut to figure it out. Why was he so serious about this? What is so significant about it being 3 am?

“Where in the world did you get that idea Joe?” I asked. I was really starting to feel off. I felt my stomach drop yet again… I completely forgot that I had this terrible feeling to begin with. Maybe leaving wasn’t such a bad idea.

“We don’t have much time! Let’s just get out of here! I’ll explain it to you later.” Joe’s cold tone quickly turned into a frantic tone. This was just too weird to explain.

“Oh come on man… We-” before Kevin finished his sentence, Joe stepped out the door and slammed it.

“What the hell man?” I grabbed as many papers as I could, stuffed them in my camera bag, then ran with Kevin to the door.

“Shit!” No matter how hard we pushed and yanked the knob, the door just would not budge. “Okay Jacob, step back from the door. I’m going to run at it and push it with all my might.”

“Uh okay… I’m ready” I stepped to the left of the door and watched my brother count down to three. My brother Kevin was a very big kid for his age. Not necessarily overweight, but just big in general. He was also very, very strong and played a lot of sports growing up. Baseball, Basketball, Hiking, Running, Cross Country, Tennis, Swimming, you name it. Hell, he currently plays college baseball at University of Iowa! Kevin is an absolute beast!

Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I had full faith that he would get this damn door open. With all his might he charged at the door and it burst open. The door swung to the right and Kevin tumbled down the stairs onto the uneven earth below. He fell face first into the earth with a loud thud. I quickly rushed to Kevin’s side.

“Hey!! Are you okay????”

“Ow, fuck… yeah I think so. I scraped my left knee up pretty badly, but I think it’s okay.” He got back up nonchalantly and brushed the dust off his shorts and Baseball T shirt. Thank god he’s okay… I let out a huge sigh of relief.

“What are you guys doing??? Goddammit man, how did you get all scraped up?” Both Kevin and I jumped and found Joe standing right behind us in disbelief.

“Now why the fuck did you block the door like that? That wasn’t funny man! We couldn’t get out.” Kevin got right up in Joe’s nearly expressionless zitty face. Joe took his glasses off for a moment, wiped them off, then put them back on his face. Then Joe suddenly began to laugh, and I don’t mean his usual awkward laugh he did every once in a while, but an almost maniacal laugh. This was very unlike Joe. He rarely pranked people and when he did, they were minor things like jumping out from behind people. He fell to the ground and started to roll on his back. “Oh my god!! I’m dying!!! I can’t believe you actually fell for that 3 am shit! That was too funny!”

“It’s not funny Joe! We both couldn’t get out! Why would you do that?” Suddenly Joe was able to collect himself and sat up from the bround.

“What are you talking about man? I was barely pressed up against it, then as I overheard one of you guys count to three, I jumped away from the door at the last minute.” All three of us looked back at the door and It was left wide open, slightly unhinged. “There is absolutely no way that I could’ve made it that hard for you two to get out.” Joe got up off the ground and looked back at the door.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is that smell??” Joe exclaimed. A putrid odor of rotting meat and sulfur overwhelmed our senses within an instant. We covered our mouths and started to gag. It stung my eyes and made my throat burn. All three of us started to look around to see where the smell was coming from.

A bone chilling whisper came up right behind us and said,”Get out!” All three of us turn around to see an eyeless girl in a tattered and torn old dress. She must have been at least 6-7 years old. Her skin was as nasty pale gray color, just like the the gray and brown dress she wore. Her dark brown hair was curled in a very old fashioned style. She had buttons for eyes which had blood seeping towards the bottom of them. Her mouth was wide open and her breath smelled like pure death. All three of us screamed at the top of our lungs and ran into the trees. What happened next was just an absolute nightmare…

To be continued….

Part 1- Intro | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Next part

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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 (Especially Post Mortem Pictures) An Old Ghost Story Part III

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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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I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Photos)- An Old Ghost Story Part II

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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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