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Barn Fire Wendigo

“Isaac, the barn is on fire!” my wife yelled as she burst through the bedroom door.

“Aw shit, are you sure?” I jumped up.

“Look!” She ran to the bedroom window to the left of the bed, above the oak dresser and low and behold, the old barn was ablaze. The 1876 barn was ablaze.

“Fuck! Megan! Call 911! Hurry! Get the kids up!” I screamed as I bolted out the door.

“What about the animals?” She cried.

“I’ll take care of that, just call 911 and get the kids up” I commanded firmly.

“Okay, okay.”

She ran out the door, down the hall towards the bedrooms and I ran down the blue carpeted stairs to the back door. I grabbed our large hose at the edge of the old farmhouse and turned on the water, running towards the barn as fast as I could. I could feel my heart pumping into my chest to my throat, my palms covered in sweat, my legs and feet were shaky, my stomach in knots, I thought I would lose control of my body.

I ran up to the barn with the end of the hose exploding with water and began to spray down the barn. It was so hot that even being near it made my skin burn. I sprayed down the door so I could control the flames enough so I could get in there to help the animals escape. The two story farmhouse was starting to crackle and pop as the flames grew in size. The cows, horses, chickens, pigs, goats, and other animals cried out of fear and terror.

“Shit, come on! Work, work!” I yelled, fighting for the lives of the innocent livestock.

I continued to spray the hose on the burning barn, but the flames still continued to grow larger. A large plume of flames burst through the door of the doors of the barn, pushing me far back. Splinters from the barn cut my face and hands.

“No! No no no!” I sat up.

Animals began to run out of the barn, and yet it was a truly awful sight. Some were on fire, some were charred beyond belief, some were covered in splinters, and others were covered in bloody slashes. Only a few came out unscathed. A loud screech could be heard from the barn. It was something I have never heard in my life before, something from a nightmare. A pair of bright white eyes were visible in the open window on the top front on top of the barn. I turn around and see two fire trucks pull up behind me. I look back up to the window and the eyes are gone. I feel myself growing faint, things started to go dark. I just couldn’t fight the feeling.

My body collapsed to the ground.

The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with bandages on my arms and forehead.

“Whoa, why am I in the hospital?” My wife and two adult children and two preteen child was there.

“Megan, David, Lily, Joseph, Hannah! Ah! You’re all here. Even Grandma and Grandpa are here!” I felt a sense of warmth and relief as I saw them here with me at the hospital.

“You suffered some third degree burns and inhaled some of the smoke from the fire, causing you to pass out. You’re going to be okay! You just need to rest for a little bit.” My wife said with her sweet voice.

“That was really scary Daddy.” Hannah said as she ran up to me and hugged me. Her blonde hair spilled onto my arms as I held her.

“We’re glad that you’re okay son, you gave us a little bit of a scare going out there so close to the barn.” My dad said. My dad aka grandpa rarely expressed his emotions, so this really meant a lot to him if he said something like this.

“So, what happened to the barn? Has it burned to the ground?”

“Well, at least 65% of it is gone hun. We’re going to have rebuild most of it.” My wife said in a pitiful tone.

“What caused the fire?” I scratched my head and wondered why it could’ve been because the barn was up to code.

“It’s still under investigation, but what the firefighters did find was the gas line was slashed.” My wife nodded.

“What about the animals?” I asked anxiously. “Did any of them make it?”

“Well, there’s a serious issue with that. None of them made it.” My wife was somber.

“What?” My jaw dropped. “How is that possible? I could’ve sworn I saw a few escape unscathed!” I yelled. Everyone looked at me, startled by how loudly I yelled.

“I’m, sorry.” I sighed. “How did it happen?”

“Well some of the animals burned to death as you know, some of them died from penetration of the splinters or inhalation of the smoke, others died from these gashes and cuts that no one really knows where they came from. Someone thinks that maybe a bear or maybe even a timber wolf or coyote might’ve gotten to some of the animals. However, I have never seen gashes like this before.” My wife kept pondering on how the other animals died.

“It wasn’t a bear, nor a wolf or coyote, it was The Wendigo.” An elder man in Native American garb walked into the hospital room.

“Dancing wolf!” Hannah ran to the man known as Dancing wolf and gave him a hug. He smiled and hugged her back.

“Dancing wolf.” My wife said.

To be continued…

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Haunted Town- Entry 5- I calmly intervened

“Can everyone please just shut up? This isn’t helping us getting out of here!” I couldn’t help but yell, their voices were relentless.

“You’re right, bitching at each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.” John sighed.

“Why don’t we split up! Daniel, come with me!”

“Splitting up isn’t such a smart idea Taylor.” I tried to convince her, but I was sure my words fell on deaf ears.

“I’m with them on this Taylor, I’m sorry.” Daniel said.

“I’ll be fine! I’ll flag down the first car I see and come and get you guys.” She sighed and walked off into the fog. A few moments later she was right back where she started.

“What? I walked away from you!” Taylor yelled.

“Well, she’s lost in a world of her own.” Angela said as she swirled around her arm.

“No I’m fucking serious!”

Taylor bolted back into the fog and ran back into us. The only difference is she was covered in this thick watery substance. It looked like blood, but it was a deeper red, almost like tar. She freaked out and wiped it off as quickly as she could.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Daniel said as he went to her side.

“It won’t let us fucking leave! Now I’m covered in this blood gooey shit!” She cried.

“Deep breaths Taylor. Now let’s try something out, I want all of us to form a line together and walk towards the fog.” John informed us.

“What are we forming a kid’s line? Okay, okay I’m coming!” Angela said in a playful then rushed tone.

We went into the fog, then came out together. We had droplets of the red substance on us, but it was easy to brush off.

“I will admit, that is quite strange.” John said with a puzzled look.

“It seems like heading into that damn town might be our only option. That trail is impossible to navigate in this fog!” Angela said.

“She’s right.” Daniel agreed, and so did I.

“You’re leaving me? With them? Daniel?” Taylor latched onto him and begged.

“I’m sorry, but I agree with them on this one that splitting up isn’t a good idea.” Daniel said in a tone of disappointment, but reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

“In town there are people, a working phone, something that can get us help. That trail is too risky. We could get lost very easily in these woods. The fog is going to make it near to impossible for us to find our way through the trail.” John said assertively.

“Alright, into town we go.” I said with a hopeful spirit.

With that, we were down the road into town. With our flashlights and phones we followed the road lined with woods, street lamps, and the occasional derelict buildings. Suddenly there was footsteps coming from behind Angela and I.

To be continued…

(Disclaimer- This is just a fan fiction of Little Hope, all just for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. You can make choices in this story like how you can in the game. Not everything in this story is the same like the game.)

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Haunted Town- Entry 4.6- Goddamn I’m Scared

As soon as I dropped the phone I heard a ringing in my ears and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. The pain I felt was relentless! I opened my eyes to see a ring of in the middle of the woods. The fire was almost as tall as I was and it glowed almost a crimson red. In the middle stood a little girl in colonial clothing reading a book. I couldn’t quite see what the book was, except it had shapes on the cover. She put the book down and looked at me, smiled then went back to reading.

I close my eyes and open them again to see that I’m back in the bar.

“Andrew!” John yelled. Everyone ran up to me.

“What happened?” Angela asked.

“Did you get ahold of anyone?” Daniel pressed.

“Well I did get a hold of someone on the line, but it wasn’t too clear. A female answered the line. I told her everything with the best of my ability… then-“

“Then what?” Taylor asked in a concerned tone as she touched my shoulder. She could tell I was spooked by something.

“Then I heard what sounded like a roar over the phone. And then after that I was taken to a different time. I was in this ring of fire and she was reading this book and she looked at me and smiled! The next thing I know I’m back here.”

“Take it easy Andrew. I think we’re all a bit stressed out from the fog and the crash. You did take a bump to the head so maybe you’re a bit confused.” John said, looking for a reasonable explanation for what I saw and felt.

“I’m not surprised that you saw something young man.” Vince got up from the aged barstool, grabbed his green coat, and headed towards the squeaky door.

“Little Hope definitely has a deep and dark history to it. Not many folk live here anymore because of it. I suggest you get the hell out of here while you still can.”

Everyone began to follow Vince as he walked outside into the street to his bike parked on the light post.

“Vince, wait!” John reached out to him. “Why are you still here?”

“There are no demons to claim me, I have nothing left to fight for. It’s just myself and my roots. I have nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m not afraid of an old ghost town. You are the ones that need to leave. Don’t get caught up in this place. This town has claimed too many people already.”

Vince got on his bike, but turned around to look at everyone.

“There’s a road up ahead. It goes on a trail that crosses the old school and bridge. Keep going on that road. You’re going to reach a diner that has a working phone. It was nice to meet you folks, but please don’t ever come back to this god forsaken place. Best of luck to you.” And just like that, Vince was gone.

“We need to get out of here right the fuck now!”

“Please calm down Taylor.” Daniel said.

“Why should I? If it wasn’t for our crazy fucking teacher we wouldn’t be here! We’re stuck in shithole central because of this stupid field trip.” Taylor pouted.

“That is way out of line! I had absolutely no idea that the bus was going to crash. I don’t want to be in this situation with any of you either, but here we are!” John raved on trying to assert himself against Taylor.

“Even though it’s John’s responsibility to keep us safe, being nasty towards him isn’t going to help.” Angela said.

“Don’t get me started. Maybe you should both get lost in the fog.” Taylor snapped.

“If anyone thinks they could do a better job, step right up!” John stepped outwards towards the circle.

The constant chatter of the group began to swarm my head, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something.

Interrupt Calmly

Interrupt Harshly

To be continued….

(Disclaimer- this is a fan fiction from the game Little Hope. This is all for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology! Bits of the story differ to offer originality and the choices you make can affect your outcome.)

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Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4.5- That Scared Me

(Disclaimer: this is a Little Hope Fan fiction, this is all for fun! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. The story is a bit different but has similarities just to mix things up. You can make choices that affect the story.)

“Andrew!” Everyone yelled in unison as I yelped when I dropped the phone.

“Are you okay?” Daniel and Taylor quickly came up to me, then Angela and John.

“What happened? Did you get ahold of anyone?” John asked.

“You look pale.” Angela said, acting concerned.

“I got a hold of someone. A male voice answered the phone, but it wasn’t quite clear. I was able to tell us where we were and what happened, where we were, it was just hard to make out everything he said. Then he cut out and another voice joined the line.”

“Another voice? What do you mean another voice?” Angela was pressing for more answers.

“It sounded like mine, but deeper, and it had an accent to it. It thought I was the Devil’s work and that it wouldn’t ‘succumb’ to it.” I said using my fingers as quotation marks.

“I wouldn’t doubt that you heard something strange like that young man.” Vince chimed in, looking at everyone from the barstools. “Little Hope itself is cursed. Now I suggest you get out of here, before things get worse.”

“Why are you still here then? Why is it that you can’t hear or see those things, but you know of them?” I was scared, but I was so desperate for answers. I needed to know what was going on with this town!

“Well, there’s nothing left for me to fight for. I stick to my roots, they can’t hurt me like how they can hurt you.” Vince got up from the barstool, put his beaten up green coat on, and started to head towards the door. We followed him out into the street to where he parked his bike. We couldn’t just let him leave so soon with this conundrum on our hands. It weighs heavy on our minds like how the fog does in the streets.

“It really was nice meeting all of you kind folks, but this town has taken the lives of too many people. There’s not too many people left here in Little Hope. Now I suggest you pull your bootstraps up and get the hell out of here.”

“But the fog, it won’t let us leave!” Taylor yelled at the man who got onto his old blue bike.

“There is a trail that is just up the road from here. It will take you up the River through an old hiking trail. You’re going to pass by a bridge that is by the old Little Hope Middle School and an old Bridge. Do not cross it! Stay on the road. You will eventually find the diner up the road. They have a working phone. I wish you the best of luck.” Vince peddled off into the fog.

“There’s something that seems off about him.” Daniel said.

“What does he mean about our roots not being easy for us?” Taylor said as she shrugged in confusion.

“We can’t stay here anymore. I say we head towards the bus!” Taylor said.

“You’re joking right? Splitting up is not something we should do at all. Haven’t you guys watched horror movies?” John said assertively.

“Yeah, they’re dumb and they don’t make sense which is why I want to go back. Besides, there’s stuff back there that I want to get that might be useful.”

“Like what? I want to know what thing of yours you want to get is so important.” Angela said in a skeptical tone.

“When are you going to get off my back? There’s nothing wrong with going back and getting-“

“Your other phone? Makeup? A charger? Those things don’t matter to us right now! What does matter is staying close to town so when help arrives we can be here to get it.” Angela was really starting to push Taylor’s buttons.

“I was going to say possibly another flashlight, a first aid kit, and yes maybe my personal belongings!” Taylor yelled.

“Lay off Taylor. It’s been a rough night for everyone.” Daniel blurted out.

“Ah I see you have your boyfriend sticking up for you too?” Angela said with a mischievous smile.

“Will you stay out of our business!?” Taylor exclaimed. “God.” She whispered to herself as she put her hand to her face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough night. I just can’t wait to get out of here.” Angela sighed.

“It’s our teacher’s fault for getting us into this mess!” Taylor pointed at John.

“I didn’t know we were going to get into this crash in the first place. You can’t just blame it all on me.” John said in disbelief.

“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this stupid little field trip.”

“Watch your tone. I had no control over what happened tonight.”

“I don’t want to be stuck here with you, maybe you should get lost in the fog!” Taylor yelled.

“I wish I could, but apparently this fog decides if we can or can’t leave!” John exclaimed.

“Can you please stop fighting, this isn’t helping with anything.” I started to feel annoyed.

“If anyone thinks they can do a better job, step right up!”

“This can’t be real, I mean what the fuck.” Daniel blurted out.

The chatter and fighting got louder and louder. It drowned out my own thoughts, I had to stop this.

Intervene calmly

Intervene Aggressively

To be continued…

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Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- He Had The Drink…

“Sure! I could use a drink. It’s been a hell of a night.” John didn’t hesitate to grab the shot glass of whiskey. He swallowed the drink whole and slammed down the glass.

“I don’t think that was a good idea professor. You need to keep a clear head.”

“Do you want another drink?” Vince asked.

“Nah, one is good for now. Thank you kindly for your generosity! I deeply appreciate it.” John seemed to feel a sense of relief after having the drink.

FYI I switched to texting so no one can hear me.

“So I beg to ask the question, where is your phone?” I asked in an anxious tone. I couldn’t help myself. I started to feel this heaviness in the room, like as if we were being watched by someone, but more like something.

“Your phone doesn’t work, young man?”

“I have no service.”

“Ah! I have no idea how technology works. We do have a phone, but the line is a bit shaky. These old wires don’t work like how they used to.”

“Hey, we’re going to have a look around!” Angela’s voice echoed in the entire bar.

They looked among the loose leaf papers, newspapers, flyers, and photographs. I couldn’t quite overhear their conversations, but what I did know was that I was desperate to get to that phone. John and Vince continued to talk as I walked off towards the phone. I could vaguely overhear something about a ‘freak accident’, and ‘witch trials’, but I couldn’t care less.

I got to the phone which was an old, dusty, black dial up phone which seemed to be way past its expiration date. Some of the numbers were either broken off or faded on the dial on the phone and some of the paint was starting to chip away. I thought to myself, Man this place is old! I dialed 9-1-1 and at first the phone just rang and rang… and rang… until finally I heard some static. Finally a voice!

“9-1…. wh-a… is… yo-r em-rge-…cy?” A young female voice answered the phone.

“Yes hello my name is Andrew! We were in an accident up the road. We’re here in the Black Cat Bar up in Little Hope. We plan on going into town. Please send help to Little Hope! There are five of us!”

“Is an-y… hu-t o- mi-ing? I n-d a -… inf-ma-tion.”

“No one that we know of is hurt. It’s me, Andrew Foster, my professor John, my peers Taylor, Daniel, and Angela. The only one missing is our bus driver and I believe his name is Anthony.”

“W- wi… end -lp -…oon.”

“Oh thank god. How soon?” I felt a sense of dread as the static started to grow louder and louder. It began to give me a splitting headache.

“An-ony is -ed. For-et -im.” the voice started to grow almost demonic. I couldn’t understand it. Then a loud crashing sound was made next to me. A glass fell from a shelf and scared the shit out of me. Soon another voice hopped on the line.

“What is this?” The voice sounded like a deeper male’s voice, similar to mine, and yet still different. It sounded like it was from a different time or place, perhaps both.

“Who are you?”

“This is the Devil’s work here. I will not succumb to a witch’s spell. Your twisted words will fall on deaf ears.”

“I don’t understand.” A loud roar filled my ears before the line went dead. It caused me to drop the phone. It scared me to death. I didn’t know what to think.

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Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- No Drink

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on this one. I gotta keep a clear head.” John sighed in relief knowing that he made the best choice that he could.

“Suit yourself. Like I said before, drinking is all I have left.” Vince paused and took a drink. “After the tragic history this town has been through.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What is it that you’re talking to? A cell phone?” Vince asked.

“I’m keeping track of everything on my phone just in case if anything happens to us or if we ever get in touch with someone. I have no service so I can’t call 911. This is all the phone is good for.”

“Ah I see, like a diary.”

“We’re going to have a look around!” Angela exclaimed to John and I.

“See what you can dig up.” Said Vince.

I could hear Angela, Daniel, and Taylor rustling through newspapers, loose leaf papers, old flyers, and pictures laying around the bar. I could overhear them talking about how interesting everything looked as they looked through the historical monument that is this old bar.

“Do you have a phone?” John asked calmly. I knew inside he was just as anxious to get out of here as everyone else.

“We have one, but the line isn’t very reliable. These wires are so old they just don’t work like how they used to.” Vince poured another drink.

“It’s worth a shot.” I said.

I walked off to try out the phone. John and the old man continued to talk as Taylor, Angela, and Daniel looked around. I found the phone. It was so old, like decades old, black and covered in dust. It was one of those phones with a top handle and buttons that spin. A couple of the numbers were almost faded away or missing, but I knew what was what. It didn’t matter to me, what mattered was going home safe and sound.

“Here goes nothing.” I spun the numbers to 9-1-1. I could hear a couple clicks and then a ring as I put the phone handle to my ear. It rung three more times before I heard a very raspy, static filled voice.

“9-1… wh-a … is yo-r emerge-y?” A mature male voice said over the phone.

“Yes! Hello, this is an emergency! We had a bus crash down the road and there are five people are here at Black Cat Bar in Little Hope.”

“I-… c..an se… ..lp but I- ne-… -ore info…-tion.”

“My name is Andrew, Andrew Foster. The others are Taylor, John, Angela, and Daniel. Our bus driver, I think his name is Anthony, is missing.”

“I-… an…. hu….rt?”

“No I don’t think so, it’s just our bus driver is missing. Please come to Little Hope. Please come to town! We need help!”

“A…. som…. wi….” the static got louder and I swear I could hear other garbled noises on the other end.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Hello???” Then the static got quiet and another voice chimed in.

“Who is this that beckons for my time?” It sounded like someone from another time or another place. Nowhere I can necessarily pinpoint.

“What? Who are you?”

“This is the work of the Devil. I will not give into its filthy tricks.” It was a deeper voice, yet had a ring similar to mine. “I withhold my name from you heathen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are cursed!” A massive roar of static and some unknown creature came through the phone. It was ear shattering! The noise scared me so much that I dropped the phone to the floor.

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(Disclaimer: this is just a fan fiction! All rights belong to Dark Pictures Anthology. This is all for fun. A lot of the story is different from the game to add some originality, yet some aspects of the game are still there. You can make some decisions which will affect the outcome of the story.)

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Morbid Lady

She haunts my dreams.

Ever since I was little, a black widow incessantly terrorizes me. She wraps me in her wisps of silk and chains me to the walls of her hidden chambers until I wake up alone shaking in fear. The teeth make my hair stand on end. Lifeless eyes, those eyes terrify me.

She preys upon my vulnerability. She thrives on feeding my mind with tarnished thoughts and nightmares. She floods my being with the black waters of death every time I dream of her. If it’s not the water, it’s fire or tar. It’s pure torture. It feels too real to be just a dream. She stands there and laughs. Laughs with multiple voices coming out of her throat. How can she laugh like that?

When I wake up, it feels like I have been tortured for years. I tell myself I have to avoid that woman at all costs as much as possible.

Because of this, my guard is never let down. I don’t sleep, I don’t rest. I don’t leave my home. I work from home and go to college online now. I don’t visit people I know or love anymore, I just can’t. I don’t go outside or run errands unless I absolutely have to. There is no other way than to be on my guard and to protect myself in the only way I know how.

Every time I fall asleep, I see her. Sometimes I can’t defeat the urge to sleep.

She sips on my soul. She has for over 18 years now. My life force continues to fade away as my nightmares go on like this. No one believes me. I’ve tried to tell people, but I have been told it’s all in my brain or that I’m crazy. I’m not crazy dammit! Doctors either give me medications or send me to therapists. It’s a vicious, endless, nonstop cycle. It’s useless.

No one is safe from her, not even you dear. I’m telling you this now before it is too late.

She is the Devil of blackness. She’s a parasite from another dimension! I don’t know how or why she’s here, but she chose me for whatever reason.

There is no time left. She will end you, just like how she’s going to end me.

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Nameless Dreamer- The New World pt 1

Cosmicsky

The girl felt a sense of relief as soon as she was able to see her beloved best friend, Feather. Every time she caressed Feather’s silky smooth face, fond moments and memories of the past flooded her mind. Her parents, family, friends, feather, everyone she held dear could be seen in front of her eyes like as if they were happening within that moment in time. She found herself standing in front of a medium sized pine table which sat adjacent to the modern marble countertop in the kitchen. Her whole entire family sat at the table eating dinner, filling each other in on how their day went. The pre autumn sun felt warm upon the girl’s skin. It felt good to be right there with her family again. She sat down and tried to speak with her mom and sister, but they did not notice her presence. The girl blinked and found that they were gone.

What the? That felt so real! The sun, the smell of the food, the table, the chair… everything! But… but it wasn’t? Huh… Something ‘clicked’ within herself as soon as she realized that the things she feared losing the most were never truly lost. At that moment, she knew that she made the right decision to pop that bubble. She felt lighter than she did before.

“Even though you can’t interact with your old memories, you can still access them and cherish the meaning of it’s presence” A warm gentle breeze went through the girl’s gorgeous hair and followed the wind in the distance. A new voice? Where was it coming from?

Another jolt of pain shot through her body and ricocheted back from her head to her back then to her feet. She felt her back once again, and those bumps were no longer just bumps with fuzz. They were petite wings that were about the size of the Indigo orb’s wings.

“Now, is this what you meant when you told me ‘you’ll see’?” At this point, the girl was starting to grip onto a sense of understanding. It wasn’t a very strong grip, but it at least gave her the security knowing that this is happening for a reason, regardless if she knew why or not.

“Well, the development of wings takes a good majority of the meaning behind what I told you before.” With that, the orb doubled in size instantly. The wings and halo doubled in size as well. The Indigo orb was now about the size of a basketball.

“Oh my gosh! You’ve gotten bigger! But how?” Feather jumped and let out a small bark.

“We’re in sync my dear girl. When you grow, I grow. I don’t exactly grow like how you do, but nonetheless I still grow.”

“What exactly ARE you spirit orb? Are you an angel? A ghost?”

The spirit orb got very close to the girl’s nose and gently bumped into it. The orb let out a small giggle. “I’m a light being, just like you! We might not look exactly the same, but we both come from the same origin.” The girl scratched her head and thought about the orb’s statement. With the bubble gone, a new horizon made itself clear. A colossal planet came into view. The cosmos made themselves known once again as the light of day started to die. Black, purple, and orange skies dominated the horizon. With the blink of an eye, the world around the girl changed once again.

“Alrighty my dear, let’s keep going.”

Intro    |  Part 2- The Development of Wings   |    Part 3- An Awakening   |   Part 4- Growing Pains   |  Part 5- Saying Goodbye to the Old World  |   Next Part  |

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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.)

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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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Part 1- Intro | Part 2- The Development of Wings | Part 3- An Awakening | Part 4- Growing Pains | Next Part

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