Nameless Dreamer- Saying Goodbye to the Old World

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“Let’s go!” Before the girl could speak, the orb swiftly picked up the girl and flung her over the endless waterfall. She looked down at the infinite bottom below her that never seemed to end. The Indigo orb catches her by her shoulders and hovers with her above one of the floating pieces of rock. The orb placed her down onto the rock and floated by her face. The orb appeared to have new features that it didn’t have before. Larger wings of gold and a ring of light floating above it.

“Spirit orb… is that a halo above your head?”

“You may call it that if you wish.”

“What else would it be?”

“Now that is a lesson for another day!”

“And… your wings are bigger. Much bigger than they were before.”

“Yes! That they are. Like you, I am still growing. We never stop growing. None of us do.”

“Well, what is it that I’m growing?” The girl feels her shoulder blades towards the lumps on her back and have found that they are even bigger than they were before. They were both about 6 inches in length and had a soft, fuzzy web like texture to them. “What is this??”

“You’re growing into the divine soul that you’re meant to illuminate unto us all.”

“Say what?” The girl tilts her head to the side in response to the orb’s statement.

“In other words, you’re right where you need to be. But first, there is one thing that you must do before moving forward.” The orb gently taps the girl’s nose. 

“What is that?” The orb circled around her head and darted off. 

“This way!” 

“Are you insane??? I can’t reach these floating island thingys!”

“Yes you can! Just jump!” With that the girl looked upwards to the smaller floating boulders that were to her left. With all her might, she crouched down to her ankles and jumped onto the next floating boulder. The sense of gravity seemed to be nearing towards non-existant. She hovered high above the boulder before slowy landing on top of it. Whoa! That was freaky!

“Be careful dear girl. The gravity here is far different from the gravity that you have been acustomed to. Now, let’s get going!” The orb continued to dart off to the skies. It weaved and wobbed around boulders, trees, and other creatures and oddities that existed in this strange place. The girl was not too behind the Indigo Orb. She miraculously kept close to the orb. Her movements weren’t weighed down by anything and she traveled faster than the fastest creature known to man. But how was this possible for a young girl? The orb and girl stop upon a crescent shaped boulder that was high up in the lavender skies. There was a fairly large bubble floating at the middle of the boulder. “This is it.”

“What is this?” The girl took a close look and saw something startled her, causing her fall to backwards onto the grassy boulder. Her mouth was agape at what she saw. What she saw was flashes of her everyday life that she once knew. Her place of work, her home, her college, her friends, and her family. Old memories of laughter, tears, loss, celebrations, and everything inbetween rotated within the bubble. 

In a soft, but somber voice, the orb said, “It is time to let this go.” Those words made the girl’s stomach drop lower than ever before. Her heart started to feel heavy and it hurt, greatly.

“What do you mean by let this go spirit orb?” 

“It’s time to let this go.”

“You don’t mean… pop it, do you?” She looked back at the orb and then at the orb. The girl’s heart began to race and she felt an uncontrollable sense of panic. It ran through her body like watercolor paint within a fresh drop of water. 

“No. I won’t do it!” With that she fell onto the ground in pure agony. This was far worse than the pain she felt on the solid surface of the water in the beginning. The pain was throbbing pins and needles that permeated through her entire being. It paralyzed her to the ground and she could not move. 

“If you do not let it go, the pain within your body and soul will only get worse.” 

“But everything I know and love will go away! And I don’t want it to go away!” She cried harder than any time she has cried in her entire existence. It was as deep as her pain, if not deeper. A deep soul cry that echoed through the stars. She couldn’t explain where this feeling was coming from and why, but what she did know was this pain came from somewhere. 

“Come now, that is far from the truth! Just because you let go of something, doesn’t mean that it is gone forever.” 

“Will I die if I do this? Will I forget everything?” All of the faces of people she loved dearly pressed their faces against the inside of the bubble, except for one that was especially significant to her. However, she couldn’t quite remember who. At the time it just truly didn’t matter anymore. 

“No you will not. I will help you up so you can pierce this bubble.” The orb lifted the pain from the girl’s body and she was finally able to rise to her feet. Tears rolled down her warm tender cheeks and every part of her body was stiff and achy. She looked at the bubble again and saw that the inside of it turned cloudy and gray. Screaming and crying eminated from the bubble, begging the girl not to touch it. “All you need to do is touch it and it will burst. It will be a bit overwhelming, possibly scary when you do it, but I can assure you that the feeling will be gone within a few moments.” 

“Okay.” The girl took a deep breath and walked up to the bubble. The screams and cries got louder, nearly ear shattering loud. The girl took another deep breath, closed her eyes, then touched the bubble with her right hand. A massive ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’ eminated from the bubble as it burst. A massive wave of wind from the bubble knocked the girl to her knees. Silence replaced the screams. The bubble was gone, and so was everything that flashed before her eyes. The girl’s mind went completely blank. She covered her face with her hands and cried once more. The orb floated to her face and surrounded her body with light. 

“It will be alright dear girl. It’s over.” The light surrounded the girl turned into a bubble of infinite light. The light made her feel like she was being carressed by the softest being that ever existed. With each tear that dropped, an ounce of pain dissipated from her body. However, she didn’t feel a sense of relief for several minutes until something cold and wet nudged at her hands. It kept nudging at her hands until the girl removed her hands from her face. A familiar friendly face appeared in front of her eyes. 

“Feather!!!!!!” She tightly grabbed onto the glowing white puppy and held on for dear life. “I thought that you were gone!” She backed away at an arm’s length to get a closer look at her beloved friend. The puppy tilted his head and smiled. She hugged the puppy again and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The puppy began to relentlessly lick her face until the tears were gone. “So, it’s not over?”

“It has only just begun dear girl. And the best part is, you have a friendly face to join you on this new journey.”

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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….

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Nameless Dreamer- An Awakening

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With the gentle twist of the key, the door began to slowly open towards her. She backed up a couple steps and looked through the door. The orb landed on her right shoulder and nuzzled up against the girl’s neck. Once again the sensation of warm tingles that she felt before came back. A sky of endless purple cosmos came into view. Each star was different from the other.

“Each individual star has their own story to tell” said the indigo orb. The orb had a voice unlike any other. The orb distinctly has a male’s voice, but the orb’s voice is anything but masculine. It was softer than the purest silk. “Space is timeless and the universe is infinite. You are in control of your own destiny dear girl.”

“I’m completely speechless. I don’t know what to say or do. It’s just, wow.”

“Take a leap of faith! Jump into the stars. You’ve got nothing to lose, and an endless universe to gain.”

“Are you joking??? I don’t have any wings! How am I supposed to do that???” Suddenly a small set of bird-like wings popped up from the orb. They were the same color as the orb and glowed as bright as the moon.

“You don’t need any wings this time, silly. I’ve got you covered.”

“But I-” The orb grabbed the girl by the hood of the robe and flung her through the door. The orb let loose of the girl then grabbed her by the hood of the robe again.

“What the hell was that??? You almost let me fall!”

“I would never let you fall dear girl. Not ever.”

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The orb and girl glided through the endless cosmos. The duo burst straight into a cosmic cloud and came out the other side covered in sparkling water droplets and purple dust. The orb giggled as the girl sneezed from the sparkling water and dust. What in the world is this stuff?? 

“Hahahahahaha! It’s stardust my dear. One of the oldest substances in the universe.” 

“Wait, you could hear what I was thinking?” 

“Yes!”

“You can read my mind?”

“I don’t consider it to be reading your mind. I am however able to sense your thoughts, emotions, and state of being.” 

“So, you can hear whatever I am thinking?”

“Yes. You can even direct a thought in a certain direction, let’s say my direction for example, I can perceive what you are thinking. Go ahead and give it a try!”

Is this whole thing real?

“Just as real as you and me.”

“I don’t quite understand.” The girl moved her long bangs from her eyes and scratched her head in confusion.

“That is okay my dear. This is only the beginning! There are a lot of things that you have yet to learn.” 

“I don’t want to sound stupid or anything like that though” She sighed. “It’s like as if everything has been wiped from my mind. Its completely blank.”

“You do not sound stupid! Nor will you ever sound stupid. This is only the beginning and this is very very hard stuff to learn. You will get the hang of it, I promise.”

“Get the hang of what spirit orb???”

“You’ll see.”

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Nameless Dreamer- The Development of Wings

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             As the girl ran after the indigo orb, a sharp pain jabbed her shoulders and back, causing her to fall to her knees. Ow! What the hell? She jumped back up to find that there was nothing behind her. She felt her shoulders for any kind of bleeding or open gashes. What the? I know this is a dream, but that really really hurt. Thankfully I’m not bleeding or anything like that. “Follow me dear indigo girl! There is no time to waste!” The orb yelled at her from a distance. 

“What did you just call me? I’m a what?” The orb was inches away from her face once again. 

        “I say you are an indigo girl.” The orb gently tapped her nose and let out a soft giggle. This gave the girl a warm tingly sensation that went from her feet up through the crown of her head. She had never felt anything like this before, but she certainly wanted to feel it again. 

“I still don’t know what that means spirit orb light thingy.”

                 “You will soon enough. Follow me!” The orb darted off once again into the distance. Suddenly a small dot appeared within the girl’s sight. The farther she ran, the bigger the dot appeared. As she got closer to the dot, the dot began to grow into the form of an old wooden door. It’s hinges, knobs, and locks were made of pure gold and the wood smelled of freshly cut oak, despite its age. The orb stopped in the girl’s tracks as soon as she was a few yards away from it. “Take this!” A large golden key came from the orb and dropped onto the ground in front of the girl’s feet. She kneeled down to grab the key, then suddenly that sharp jabbing pain came back. The pain was nearly unbearable. She couldn’t get up from the surface of the water and curled into a fetal position. The pain shot through her whole body this time. “You must get up!” 

“I-I can’t! It hur-rts too much!” She began to cry as the pain permated through her body.

       “Oh I almost forgot. Here, let me give you something to help you with those growing pains.” The orb tapped on the girl’s back and suddenly the pain gone. “Shhhh don’t you cry dear one. This should help.”

    “Thank you. I really needed that.” The girl got up with the key and used one of her hands to feel the back of her shoulders. There were two distinct lumps stood a few inches out of her shoulders. What the hell is this??? 

“Those growing pains will come and go dear girl. As time goes on it will be easier to handle them. They will stop eventually. That I can assure you.”

“Why am I having these in the first place?”

“You will find out more as soon as you open this door.” The orb started to float towards the door knob. “A whole new world awaits you behind this door.”

This is one crazy dream. She thought to herself. 

“Who said that this was a dream?”

The girl began to walk towards the door of gold and ancient oak. She gently put the key in the keyhole. The key began to glow as it entered the keyhole. And with that, her journey beyond the cosmos began.

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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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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 Pictures)- Introduction

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First post: January 17th 2018

           Hey everyone, my name is Jacob Norison. I am 19 years of age (almost 20) and I’m from the great corn state of Iowa. I am obsessed with everything and anything paranormal. I love paranormal pictures, documentaries, books, YouTube videos, TV shows, movies, and everything relating to it. 

          So, basically I have had this crazy obsession since I was maybe about 5 or 6 years of age. I got it from my parents who also love the paranormal. My mom is a History teacher at one of the local high schools. My dad does a little bit of everything. He’s part of an group of people who study paranormal as a living. They travel around the globe to uncover ancient relics from the past. Their mission is to prove that the paranormal really exists. Like my mom, he’s also a History teacher, but he works at a Iowa State University. Both of my parents are heroes to me. They love me dearly and support me in every way possible. They are more than my parents, they are my best friends too. Most people around my age probably wouldn’t be as attached to their parents the same way I am.

         So, you might be wondering why all of this is relevant, right? Well, I decided to create my own website through WordPress and thought I would share stuff about myself and my interests to see if anyone has the same interests as me. I hope that maybe one day I can make my own professional paranormal research group. So yeah! There will be more posts and stuff coming up soon. I’m going to be traveling within the next 3 days with my Dad and his paranormal research group. It’s going to be a blast! I can’t quite say what I’m going to be doing right now, I’ll post more info about it soon though. Gotta headoutskis, peace!

-Jacob

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Second post: January 22nd 2018

                  I just got back from my trip late last night and man I am so tired! I was far too tired to post anything last night and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow. Anyway, I found some pretty cool stuff on the little paranormal exhibition with my dad and his group. We traveled about 12 1/2 – 13 hours away from home to this abandoned set of houses out in the country that the group found. 

                     A few months back, my dad and his group were on the way to visit an old Civil war battle ground which was a popular paranormal hotspot for many. My dad slowly gazed to out the window of the van and saw a few abandoned Victorian style homes on the other side of the ravine which sat on the right side of the road. He pointed it out to the rest of the group and they stopped and pulled over to the side of the road to get a closer look. They took note of the location of these houses and decided they would stop by this place on their way back home. 

              Well… a few months have passed by since my Dad found the abandoned location, and here we are at this really cool and creepy abandoned place in the middle of nowhere and trekking to see if we could find anything paranormal.

            I’m sorry to cut this short, but I gotta get going! I will post more info about this tomorrow. I have all kinds of journal entries, pictures, and other stuff to share! Stay tuned guys, you do not want to miss this!

yours truly, Jacob