Who Decided That This Was a Good Idea- Call Joey Immediately pt 2

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A sudden flash of light overwhelmed my senses as my eyes shot open. I was on the floor and I could see everyone in my room, standing over me, staring at me.

“Hey, easy there man. I really think we need to get you to the hospital.” Nick said as he nealt down next to me.

“Wait, wh- a happ-” I tried to speak but words would not come out.

“We had a minor accident, thank you to mister fucktard over here and you took a really big hit to the head.” Sandra said impatiently.

“I’m not a fuck-“

“Look Joey, you got so caught up in your story to the point where you weren’t even paying attention to where the fuck you were going!” Sandra yelled.

“It was just an accident! I didn’t mean it! It wasn’t my-” Joey yelled and waved his arms in the air for a brief moment. The arguing between Joey, Sandra, Jeff, and everyone else was starting to get to my head. I started to feel myself nodd off again.

“Look! It doesn’t matter who’s fault it was or why it happened. It happened and its obvious that we need to take Mikey to a doctor. Hey… stay with me buddy. Stay with me.”

My eyes shot open again. This time I was at the hospital with Joey and my parents. I guess everyone else was in the waiting room.

“Where am I?” I groaned as I stretched my arms and legs out. I was in a twin size hospital bed.

“You’re in the hospital sweetie.” My mom said as she was holding my arm tightly. “The doctor said that you sustained a mild concussion during the accident. But you should be okay within a matter of a few months.”

“You took quite a big hit to your head Mike! From what your friends told me is when Joey ran into the tree, you bonked your head on the dashboard. But, I think you should be okay. It might take up to 6-8 weeks, maybe up to a few months before this goes away. Concussions take a while to recover from so please be patient with your body. I would avoid doing any rigorous activities for a little while and rest. I have prescribed some pain medications for pain. Don’t hesitate to come back in if symptoms worsen or if you have any new symptoms.” The lovely five foot, blonde haired, and blue eyed doctor in lavender scrubs started to walk away, but then I thought of something.

“Wait doctor! Before you go, I have one question.”

She turned back around and said, “Yes! Go ahead Mike.”

“What about weird dreams or hallucinations?”

“Those really depend on the kind of the concussion you have as well as location and severity. I don’t expect you to have any hallucinations while recovering from this. If you start to get hallucinations, then please feel free to come back in.”

“I just had to ask because I know I saw some weird stuff, but I don’t quite remember what it was.”

The doctor walked up to me and gently put her had on my shoulder and said, “You know what Mikey, I wouldn’t worry too much about it! You took a hard hit to the head, but you are perfectly healthy otherwise. I think you’ll be just fine.”

I smiled and nodded. I laid back in the bed and sighed. I felt relieved to know that this whole nightmare was finally over. I was discharged the next day. Joey paid for the damage done to my car, and all is well! We still go to the same bar, drink the same drinks, and share the same laughs. We never took the side roads again, no matter how busy the main streets were. Everything pretty much turned back to normal. Until yesterday that is. I decided that I needed to go back to the doctor because I’ve been having the same nightmare for the past five nights, and every night is worse than the last one. I really don’t think much of it since it’s only been about a month since the accident. But sometimes I still wonder if I’m in reality, or if I’m asleep, or maybe even dead… I know, I know… I should let it go, but every time I try to bring up the accident to any of my friends or family, they just stare at me blankly until I change the subject. I swear I sometimes see things out of the corner of my eye as well…

GOOD ENDING =)

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The Story of the Bird Under the Shade

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The story of the bird under the shade goes something like this:

The bird under the shade exists for a reason, but the bird knows not that reason.

He stays underneath the tree where the cool shade resides. 

Safe from all harm, protected from the weather, a perfect spot for safety and comfort.

He kept the shade all to himself and rarely shared it with anyone else, fearing others would steal his shade. He never wanted to leave the shade for he feared that he would risk his own life. 

So he kept himself sheltered from anything that could ever go wrong.

When he welcomed other birds to accompany him in his shade, they would only stay for a short while. The ones who continued to be companions with the bird would often come and go.

The new birds who came into his life showed him there was more beyond this one tree. Warm sunlight, gentle breeze, sweet sights, enticing smells, new adventures. 

As intriguing and enticing all of it seemed… things did seem to get stale underneath the shade; nonetheless he wished to stay under the shade.

One bird came along who cared for the bird in the shade. Both birds cared for one another greatly and wanted to go do great things. The new bird tried to show him all of the great things beyond the tree he stayed under. 

But unfortunately, it didn’t matter if there was anything better out there for him and he pushed the bird who cared so much for him away. 

The bird who cared for the bird under the tree felt unhappy and knew it was time to go. He made it clear that he lived a life in fear, and couldn’t let it go.

The caring bird, heartbroken, flew off into the distance. She perched herself on a branch, brushed off her wings, and flew high into the sky, seeking new adventures and the happiness that follows.  

The bird under the shadow still remains under his tree. Regardless of if he moves to different trees or not is all up to him. Even if he does try to move beyond the tree, he will always stay under the shade he keeps with him. And with the shade, comes a lack of understanding the purpose that this bird holds within its feathers.

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Who decided that this was a good idea: Encourage Joey to tell the Story

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Something about this whole thing of Joey made me feel uneasy, but I really couldn’t put a finger on what it was. So, I decided to ignore it and allow Joey to tell everyone his ‘spooky campfire tales’ despite the way I was feeling. I didn’t want to let down or upset the whole backseat, and we weren’t too far away from home so eh, why not?

“Go ahead Joey, tell us some spooky campfire stories.” I nodded with a smirk. The whole backseat abruptly cheered then went into a deep silence.

“Hey, do any of you guys have a spare flashlight on you? I want to add a bit of atmosphere to the tantalizing tale I wish to share with you all…” Joey asked as he shuffled around his seat.

“Wait, why do you need a flashlight?” I asked nervously.

“For an ambient affect.” Joey said sheepishly.

I sighed, knowing in my head that there was no point fighting this at this point. “Hang on dude, I think I might have one here in the glove compartment.” I replied as I unlatched the compartment slowly in front of me.

“Please keep your eyes on the road.” Jen told Joey in a nervous tone.

Sandra turned to Jen and began to say, “Oh will you stop it Jen? Can’t you clearly see that He knows what he’s do-” She was cut off by the sound of a massive pop and a creaking snap… then pitch blackness filled the whole car.

I remember waking up on my side against the passenger side door… oh my god my head felt like it was beaten in by a bed of nails. It just hurt so, so much… I could barely open my eyes. My upper back felt as stiff as a board and the rest of me felt like pulsating sticks of jelly. There was blood all over my face, hands, feet, and side. Despite the pain I somehow was still able to move just fine! I was able to stretch my arms and legs out so I could move around. The car door on my right was slightly jammed, but after a hard push or two it swung right open and I stumbled to my feet onto the uneven forest floor.  It appeared as though the car went off the side of the road crashed against a tree on the far right side of the front bumper. Man, that old rotting tree must have been mere inches away from crushing me to death. Thank god it fell and snapped to the left, missing the entire car rather than the right. In my initial position with my head and neck being pinned down, I couldn’t really see if any of my friends were still in the car. After hopping out of the car I went ahead and looked through the windows and saw them slowly start to come out whatever daze they were in when we hit the car… or so I thought it was them.

Something started to feel… off. One moment I saw the grey silhouettes of my friends, and then they disappeared out of thin air. It was no longer night-time… I think? It was so hard to tell what time of day or night it was because there was this thick fog that engulfed everything in its track. I could barely see anything that was in front of me. I didn’t know where I was, where my friends were, what had happened, I felt a jolt of ice and needles shoot up my spine and into my head. I was starting to hyperventilate and I could feel my pulse rapidly thumping through the temples of my head and in my arms, legs, and chest. I was absolutely petrified with fear. I couldn’t move or do anything, I felt frozen. It was just pure silence; quiet enough where I couldn’t hear my own pulse thumping in my temples.

Then that silence was broken with the most heart wrenching scream I have ever heard in my life. It sounded like Joey. Then I could hear screams all around me… they were my friends! Jen, Jeff, Nick, Sandra… all of them screaming for help, looking for each other, calling out each other’s names… my name was shortly therafter called out too, but I didn’t know where to go! I could hear all kinds of foot steps around me, the non-stop crunching of twigs and leaves… I pulled out my phone and saw it only had a minor crack in it, but it worked just fine! I don’t know if I was the luckiest or unluckiest person alive. I flipped on the flashlight app with my phone and tried to look around, but it was to no avail for it didn’t provide any kind of clarity through the fog. I realized that running around would be quite foolish of me to do for I knew I could get lost… I only had a few options floating through my head…

Call emergency services

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Call out to friends to try to lure them back to the car

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Start from the very beginning


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Who Decided that this was a good idea: Put your earbuds in and snooze part 2

I screamed again and saw that the car door on my right was open and on every side of me, my friends were trying to get me to wake up. Jen and Sandra were on my right, Joey and Nick were on my left, and Jeff was right behind me, getting ready to pour water from an unopened plastic water bottle onto my face. I was wide awake, hyperventilating, and absolutely drenched in sweat. All of my friends, one after another said “Mike, mike are you okay?” and “We’re home now, its okay.” and “It’s over Mike, just calm down.” To my relief… they were all normal. No weird faces, black liquid, or ghoulish screams. My chest and breathing loosened up a bit as I put part of my face in my right hand and cried softly. I couldn’t help it, the dream just felt so real. I find myself to be a generally average person when it comes to being emotional, so this all just hit me by surprise.

“Babe, what happened?” Jen anxiously asked

“It’s all over Mike, you’re home now bud.” Joey said to me in a calming, ASMR like voice.

“Shhhh sweetie, it’s okay now, it’s okay.” Sandra cooed in my ear as she stroked my thick and unkempt black hair.

“Wh-….” I murmured. I sat up and took a few moments to regain a clear state of mind. “What happened? Was I dreaming guys?”

“Not just dreaming man, but a full blown nightmare! You started going absolutely wild when we finally reached the parking lot. Screaming, shouting, crying, the works.” Nick said.

“It must’ve been a nightmare of massive proportions to put you in such a state of panic my dear friend.” Jeff said, trying to sound smart but was in reality being extremely facetious. I knew he meant well though.

“Do you remember what you dreamed about hon?” Jen asked with her lips quivering like jello. I could hear fear and uncertainty in her voice. Like I’ve said before, for as long as I’ve known Jen, she’s always been easily startled and grossed out by the littlest of things. This time however, I had a hard time understanding what it was she could be afraid of. Was it because I was thrashing about? Was it because I was screaming? What is it that made this situation scare her so much?

“Yes… in fact I do and I-” I paused for a moment to try to gather my thoughts. I was so drained from thrashing about in my sleep and drenched from my own sweat and tears. I needed to just get inside and rest for a bit. I was just so done with tonight and everything that happened. I tried to stand up and get out of the car and as soon as I tried to stand up, I felt myself fall forward then pitch blackness embraced me.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in my own bed the next morning. I could feel the gentle morning sunlight peering through the blinds on my window next to my bed. I could hear the cheerful chirping of birds and the gentle autumn breeze blowing loose leaves around. I was in one of my plain white tees as well as in pair of red plaid boxers, but how did I end up in my usual pj gear? I sat up from my bed and saw that my arms were bandaged up to my wrists. The creases underneath my fingernails was caked in blood and weird brownish-black gunk. My head and whole body was hurting like a motherfucker. It felt like as if I got ran over by an army tank or something. I groaned in pain and pulled the covers off my legs and saw my legs were bandaged as well. I looked to my left and picked my phone up off the oak finished end table. It said it was 9:31 am. I was about to jump out of bed when I saw yellow sticky note sitting on the base of my table lamp. It read “Good morning Mike! I hope you’re feeling ok. You had a bit of a tumble last night while trying to get up the stairs. We took you to the ER and the doctor said you’d be fine and that it was best to take you home and let you rest. Don’t worry about your classes Mike, we made sure that the doctor would fax a medical note to your teachers. Please give me a call or text as soon as you see this note. I’ll talk to you later buddy! -Joey and friends”. I was just so confused at this point. What happened last night? How did I fall and get hurt? How in the world did I get back here in my bed?

Now what?

Call Joey immediately

or

Wait for Joey to come home from school/work

or

Go back to part 1 of put your earbuds in and snooze

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Go back to the beginning


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Who Decided that this was a good idea: Put your earbuds in and snooze

 Apple-OEM-Earbuds-for-iPhone-6-and-6-Plus“Hey Mike, are you okay?” Jen asked drowsily as she stretched her arms upward with a yawn.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m going to just pop my ear buds in for a bit and snooze.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? You normally wouldn’t turn down hearing anything what your clown of a best friend would say.” Sandra asked with concern.

I laughed and said, “Haha, you’re right about that. With Joey there never really is a dull moment.”

“Hey, what can I say? I’m the kind of person that always has a story to tell and a crowd to impress.” It made sense that Joey was this way. He had always wanted to be an author or writer of some sort. He was excellent at public speaking and had such a great way with words. He wasn’t quite the athletic type, but in grade school he nailed his performances in the Theatre arts, Writing Contests, and the Debate Teams he participated in every single time. His room lines the medals and trophies to tell the tale.

“Tonight is an exception though. I really just want to get some sleep for a few minutes before we go home.” I got all kinds of stares from my buds in the back seat. Jeff or should I say ‘Electron addict’ didn’t even lift an eye from his brand new ipad. “It has nothing to do with Joey, I swear.”

“Come on guys lay off. If Mike wants to sleep, he can sleep!” Joey smiled sweetly while gently patting my shoulder. With that being said, I put in my earbuds and fell right to sleep. Listening to meditation music always helped me sleep. My mom played it for me when I was little to help me sleep and relax when I was stressed. I’ve always been a generally anxious person. However, meditation and practicing mindfulness and spirituality makes things a bit easier on me. I was out like a light.

The next second I felt a thud that made me move forward a bit and saw that we were stopped in the middle of the road in pure darkness. Not even the lights of the car were on. The only thing I could see was the screen of my phone that shined a blue light upon my face. I felt a hand grab my right shoulder and I looked back at a gruesome sight. My friends faces were gone and replaced with what I could describe from a surrealists’ painting. Their eyes were black and lined with blotches of red and white circles. Their mouths were wide open and stretched from various angles which looked like wet paint puddles you’d find on the floor in child’s craft area. Their faces were grey and smudged with an ash like material. They all in unison started to moan and growl at once while staring at nothing. It continued to grow louder, and louder, and louder until another hand, which was Joey’s grabbed and yanked my left shoulder down to his face… my god his face… It was just an open mouth drooling black blood…. with his eyeless, noseless, and earless head covered by his curly red hair. He made the same goddamn noise that the others did! I screamed and jumped out of the car with my cellphone in hand. I fell onto the shallow ditch on the side on the road that started to cave in. Those faces who posed as my friends stared down at me as I fell straight down into a rickety old wooden coffin lined with cotton several meters under ground. There was a hole about the size of my body up top and those things stood around the hole. They had their mouths open and they drooled black liquid down onto my face, hands, feet, torso, just everywhere. It then turned into bucket fulls of putrid black liquid onto me….

Read on to part 2…..

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Go back to the beginning


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Wooded Path: Reaching the End of the Railroad

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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

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Wooded Path: Where am I

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Static-blurry vision starts to become clear again.

It becomes quite clear that you’re not in your living room anymore.

All of your clothes have been stripped away and you find yourself laying face down on a bed in the midst of a black and white forest.

Dead silence. 

You begin to open your mouth to speak, but no words could be formed. 

Despite the fact that you can’t even hear your own heartbeat, you manage to hear your inner thoughts. 

“Where am I? What the fuck is this? Where did this bed come from? Am I dreaming? Am I dead?” 

Non-stop thoughts rush through your mind about what all of this is.

Not only can you not speak, you cannot move either.

The only thing you can do is project thoughts and see the blank forest ahead of you.

The lifeless branches and leaves begin to slowly sway back and forth in an unnatural way.

It’s almost as though the branches twitched like limbs from an animal rather than swaying from the breeze.

A horrific blast of sound derived from what seemed to be a million dying screams and sheer plastics and metals scraping against one another engulfs your ears.

You somehow manage to break the barrier of what kept you paralyzed onto the bed, sat up, and covered your ears as tightly as possible.

No matter how tightly you hold onto them, the sound only grows louder and more sinister. 

You rock back and forth in terror until you feel a steamy, warm, unknown substance touch the back of your neck. 

You jump up and dash through the maze of black and white trees, not even bothering to look back at what touched you.

In your mind, it didn’t matter what it was, all you knew was that you needed to get out of there.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest, palms and feet are slick as winter slush, head throbbing like a constant hammering to a nail, every part of your body tingles like millions of hot needles.

A faint sound of children’s laughter can be heard from several yards behind you, which only causes the adrenaline to pump faster in your veins. 

The chalky white path below your feet grows a bit wider until it splits into a 3 pronged pathway.

One pathway is made of a chalky white substance which is straight ahead.

Another path, made of grey slush and fog sits at your right.

The last path which is in your life is overgrown with black roses and thorns.

You stop and realize that you must choose a pathway.

A small childlike voice from out of nowhere whispers, “Choose wisely” into your left ear making you jump a bit.

More coming soon…

-Alex

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