Who Decided That This was a Good Idea: Stay in the Car and Wait for Authorities Pt 2

hospital-room-stock4869

A fuzzy vision of me sitting in the passenger seat of the car heading into a tree briefly flashed within my sight and smacked me right back into reality. My whole body sprung upwards like a heavily wound up Jack-In-The-Box. I shot up from the bed I found myself in, drenched in sweat with my heart was pounding outside of my chest. I was greeted by the officers as well as a nurse and a doctor in royal blue scrubs. “Joey! Jen! Nick! Guys! Where am I? GOD!!-” I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Both officers gently shushed me and gestured me to lay back. They caressed me and rubbed my back and shoulders until I calmed down.

“Shhhhh… Michael it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s over now. I need you to lay back and relax.” The nurse gently pushed against my chest and gestured me to lay back. Both the young officer and sheriff slowly backed away from me and moved to the front of the bed where I could both see them. 

“Why am I in the hospital? What happened? Where are my friends? Were you able to find them?” I couldn’t control myself. Part of my mind told me to stay calm while the other told me that I needed answers. “What happened to me? Where are my friends? Are they alive? Are they…” the solemn looks from everyone described it all.

“Only one of your friends survived the crash, Joseph I bel-” 

“Joey?? Where is he? Can I see him now??? What happened to the rest of my friends? Where are they??” The impact from my injuries forced me to lay back down. Any movement I made the excruciating pain that much worse.

“They died on impact son. Two of your friends were launched quite a distance away from the car due to the mere force of the accident. Th-” 

“Please… I don’t want to hear any more about it. I…” I completely lost myself within my own tears and cried harder than I have ever cried in my entire life. All I could remember was sitting up in the hospital bed, head between knees. The officers stayed by my side the whole entire time, and I am so grateful that they did. 

A few hours later, my mom and dad came. They burst through the doorway of my room. “Michael! Thank god you’re alright… oh my baby!” I could remember my mom crying out as she held me close to her chest. My Dad held me and my mom close together in a massive bear hug. We held each other for what felt like an eternity. The officers stayed sitting in the chairs right in front of the windows. 

“Mom, Dad I’m sorry I-“

“Shhhhhhh it’s alright. It’s alright. There is nothing for you to be sorry for.” My mom interrupted me as she gently stroked my hair. “We’re all just glad that you’re okay.”

“If there anything we can get for you son?” My Dad said as he gently leaned closer to me. My Dad looked solemn, tired. I’ve never seen my Dad like this before, not even when Grandpa died. His hair was disheveled, his gray eyes were bloodshot, and his skin almost colorless.

“No, I’m okay Dad, thanks though.” I nodded, assuring him I was okay. He walked out the door and joined the officers who were sitting in the cafe, which was thankfully down a couple doors from where I was. 

I was in the hospital for a few weeks before I was allowed to go home. Joey was in critical condition for a few days, then slowly started to decline. He died not too long after. His back was broken in four different places, had a punctured lung, eternal bleeding, and had severe brain injury from the impact of his head ramming into the steering wheel. 

I attended all of my friend’s funerals. Each one was back to back to back. It rained for what seemed to be like an eternity. A small monument in the shape of a heart was engraved into a sheet of bedrock that was put on a hill in the cemetery. Like the rain, our tears dropped endlessly. I dropped out of school and moved back home. I just needed time to recover before I could face reality again. What is reality now? I’m starting to question myself. In fact, I’m starting to question if I ever truly made it out of that accident, or if I’m still alive, stuck in some sort of flux in time or space. 

I think I’m still stuck in this nightmare. I really don’t think this is over. I see my dead friends everywhere I go. They stand around and they just stare at me with empty eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I always see this black thing. It’s kind of like a dog or a rat… Another thing is… I haven’t been able to sleep since the accident. The accident was over four months ago, and I still haven’t slept. That’s not humanly possible. I also can’t feel my toes and feet as I walk, and when I do walk I feel like I’m not entirely touching the ground… what’s going on?

Bad Ending… ?

But wait… there’s more to this… read on…

or 

Start at the very beginning

cooltext249072193481591

A New Nightmare

1695f403ace239f2cfe559470e186024--heart-of-darkness-creepy-photosMy dearest soulmate and beloved friend…

I am the creator of your biggest nightmares.

Betrayal and lust destroyed this.

You betrayed us all…

You said you would always be there for me no matter what.

You promised that we’d always have each other’s backs.

You told me that you’d stay loyal to me forever… me and only me…

You said you had a special spot saved for me in that ‘heart’ of yours… after I died I saw that you don’t really have a heart.

You disappeared without a trace after I disappeared into the abyss you shoved me into.

Well, I have your ‘heart’ now…. you’re shriveled black hole.

Not a single impression of me has been made upon your ‘heart’. 1eac129b71202885598e54e8a744a07e

I sliced it open just as I did with your neck and skull… you lied to me….

You see what you made me do to you? You shouldn’t have lied… 

You told me we’d be together forever… But, you’re the reason why that promise was broken… You’re the reason why I’m dead. 

Because of me, you’re dead physically, but spiritually you are alive and well. You’re bound to this earth just like me. Now we’ll get to be together forever. You can’t run nor hide…

cooltext235280019997115

 

Dream Journal- If Death was a Human

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

It has definitely been awhile since I have made any dream journal entries. This dream that I had a few nights ago really stuck out to me because of its nature and overall message. I have never seen Death as an actual physical, human-like being… until I had this dream. 

I was walking with a large group of people, which seemed to be a class from school. We were in a different state, Oregon or Washington most likely. There was a bit of a chill in the air and very low humidity. The scenery was mostly a dull gray color with the exception of the greenery and the colorful neon lights that lined the inside of a bar that we were about to go into. What was strange about this is we were on a campus or town square of some sort, and it was deserted with the exception of me and the class I was going with. We went into the bar which all of a sudden felt as though it was on water with a gentle ebb and flow tilting the room side to side. It was a basic classic bar with everything made from oak and bright neon signs and wine glasses hanging from the ceiling above the bar area. All of a sudden we were surrounded by these strange men with glassy eyes who grabbed a large amount of people and pushed them through a large black door. They tried to grab me too, but I yanked away from them and made it out the front door. 

I was back outside with dozens of people who were standing in a large circle. There was a malevolent looking woman, dressed in black and red, with this black swirling mist that loosely wrapped around her body like a serpent pacing around me and a few other people. She had a wicked smile, black and red eyes, light blonde hair, and pearl white teeth. There was an amphitheater and stage and a large bed of navy blue water that sat before the stage. Everyone appeared to be in a trance and more people slowly walked to the circle which grew in size. I challenged the malevolent woman on what was happening and she claimed that this was the work of death itself; which the woman presumed to be death. Cracks of thunder and lightning came from the sky that lit up our surroundings and all of the entranced people were picked up from the lightning and were placed in several different locations. Folks were transported to a concrete coliseum with a grassy stage while others were transported to open fields of nothingness as well as several random locations in the city such as a prison yard, the stage, and the bar. 

I could see where all of the people were and how they were to die, and I felt so helpless. It was torture watching tens, hundreds, thousands of people being annihilated with the blink of an eye. A light jolted through the innocents by the thousands, which caused the earth to raise for a single moment, and as soon as it started it stopped. Their bodies went limp and I felt myself screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”. I looked back at the woman and again, screamed at her, asking her why. It was just me and her at that moment in time. Suddenly parts of her body started to show between the seams of her clothes and the truth of her form was revealed: she was made up of several different body parts from different people, stitched together limb by limb. Each limb differed in shade ever so slightly, but generally it was all the same. Soon out of the woman’s mass, a man with thick black hair, dark eyes, ‘perfect’ structure, and looks that could kill. These two people were made by the body parts of the fallen. The man soon claimed himself as being death and I was stuck with them. 

I felt so much anger and rage as I saw both of them live in luxury. They had everything they could ever want, except everything was either black or dark-colored damask. They had everything from their own personal amphitheater, massive mansion filled with riches, and exotic creatures that could only ever exist in a dream. They had all of the power in the world, being able to kill by the millions who were entranced by their black magic. But then… they got bored. This created slight conflict with Death and his mistress. Suddenly, their body parts that were stitched together started to slightly tear, mix, and morph with other body parts. I held light within my own hands; it radiated around my body and I took my chance to disable Death. With the use of my light, their most prized exotic animal, also made from the dead dissolved and melted to nothing. Death’s mistress popped into a cloud of smoke and light then dissolved to dust. Death had lost control of his own humanoid form and I walked from their room onto the outdoor stage that faced the water.

I stared up at the sky and heard a deep voice praising me and encouraging me to go forward. A light started to envelop me and I could hear the voices of many cheer me on, even though I felt so unsure. I was then given wings, which I had all along as well as many other gifts added on to my being. The edges of each gift lit up like lightning and felt warm and sensitive to the touch. I knew right then and there what I had to do as the light parted the clouds in the sky, and the angelic beings which glowed in pure light, came down to me and started to guide me. I ran through the field of nothingness to find if anyone was still alive. I was heartbroken to find that I couldn’t find any survivors, until I went a little bit farther down. I was relieved to hear that there were still many others that were alive who still needed my help. I managed to help free people of their trances, then my vision turned to light as I woke up.

I still wonder if the dream reflects anything going on it my life literally or metaphorically… who knows?

cooltext233084778546006


Hey! You can now find me on Patreon, and I also have Paypal! Any kind of help and support you can give will always be appreciated! Thank you!

Horror Spoofs

…. does anyone feel as unsettled about the homicidal bunny as much as I do? Anyone? No? Well, that’s only the beginning…. feast your eyes upon the most horrifying, gruesome, insidious, malevolent, grotesque, and just plain scary spoofs. What? It still involves the word horror in there, doesn’t that count?

9dd895bbc6bf6d2658b40d8e1baeb931

Can I see a raise of hands of how many horror fanatics do this? ….. *crickets*

a3bde158d0a39c0f2b5e971ef1bad82c

What does normal mean anymore? I have absolutely no idea… 

Hey, I can be normal if I wanted to!

Anyone up for some torture porn? 

00f92486144d7c82a7f4bb4af6c61319

Karaoke night with Jason Vorhees the stand up slasher anyone?

Oh you must see him live, his shows are to die for!

bfc00885304bd1ec51cc1171ddc74594

Yuppers, this is my reality wrapped in a nutshell!

750ff72d1560b6b7d3e7df3bab024d7f

Well… I guess the writing is on the wall!

These words do not lie!

I hope you have a fantastic evening everyone! And remember: you can mix funny and horror anytime!


Cool Text - Alex Snow 235279963042938

(all credit goes to the original owner(s) of featured media)

Hands

c67774074d31c85791d17509b72049ee

Hand me that wrench will ya?

How about that pocket knife you have in your pocket?

Help me with this will you?

Having projects such as these help clear my head… if ya know what I mean.

Hey, could you hand over that hammer to me?

Hammering these nails in will help reduce the movement.

Hand me over that rope will ya?

Hog tying has become a special talent of mine.

Horses were only one of many majestic creatures I have worked with.

Hand over the sandpaper will ya?

Hopefully I can keep the skin ‘smooth and fresh’ off of this guy.

Hand over the white towels and chloroform will ya?

Holding down this guy is no easy task, we gotta keep ’em quiet.

Hand over the steel wire and pliers will ya?

Hands and hides will be suspended in a mid-air matrix and it will move like a live piece.

Hand me over a few scraps of metal and gears will ya?

Hold on… before you do that, I will need the painted glass in the corner there.

Hey, hey, I thought he was dead! 

Hey buddy, can you give him a quick whack on the head so we can finish the job?

Hey, thank you for working with me pal!

Hell… I think I’m finally almost done!

Heaven forbid that this piece falls apart on me like how it did last time.

Human skin is very fragile and tears apart so easily… 

Hell it’s a lot less tough than the hide of a hog or of a bull.

Haha! Success… it is finished! Two years of work has finally fallen into place?

Henry… Henry the suspended human art piece is done.

Henry is an easy name to choose since it was your name in the first place.

Haha well… I thought I’d name the Joe Deer after you since you picked ’em out for me.

Human sculpture is my game and hunting keeps you sane.

Ho.. okay, now what shall we do next?

cooltext235279995878110

Wooded Path: Deserted City

b647bb9581a693bae1afb5e53941714f

All hope is gone.

As you slide down the hill it becomes apparent that not a single breath of life can be found here.

Here…. the skeletal remains of what used to be a bountiful city.

Crusted blood, metal, ash, and dust is all that remains.

You yell ‘Hello?’ a few times, growing louder with each ‘Hello’ you give off.

Every ‘Hello’ seems to echo for aeons.

After that, dead silence.

Not a single sound could be heard than your own heartbeat.

The sound of that heartbeat grows louder…

The sound almost sounds robotic, like from some machine…

A heart rate monitor.

Your vision of the city blurs into a light olive green colored hospital room.

Each blink goes in and out from the city to the hospital room.

“Is this some sort of bad dream? Or am I dead?”

Perhaps dying? You wonder.

There is only one way to find out.

More coming soon.

Shut your eyes tightly then open them up

or

Keep going through the city

or

Go back home

-Alex

(All credit goes to the original owner(s) of featured media)

Wooded Path: Reaching the End of the Railroad

a4824f1f-8bd5-4bcd-8b9b-33fa87e0df22

You continue to go down the railroad until it leads to a hill where the railroad just stops out of nowhere.

‘Strange’ you think to yourself silently.

You continue to move forward and find a hill where there is a clearing.

You step on the top of the hill and find the view of the city.

Everything seems intact, with the exception of what looks to be a light layer of ash everywhere.

Because of the fact that nightfall has finally begun, it’s hard to tell if the power is out, or if  there is any sign of life left within the concrete metropolis.

You get this really strange creepy-crawly feeling in the back of your head.

You hear a gentle child’s voice whisper, “Go home” in your left ear.

You jolted out of fear and shouted out which caused a flock of crows to swiftly brush past the bushes behind you and land upon the gnarled branches of the autumn aged trees.

Should you go down there in the city below?

It is nearly pitch black and it is too dark to tell if there is anyone down there.

Would it be better to risk it and take a chance, or go back home and try again in the morning?

More coming soon…

-Alex

(all credit goes to the original owner(s) of featured media)