Who decided that this was a good idea: Call emergency services

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What the hell was I thinking? I need to call emergency services and get some help out here! I don’t know where I am and I don’t know what to do. This fog is too thick and there’s no way my friends could find me in this goddamn fog! I touch the screen of my phone to try to call 911, but at first the phone turned off by itself. Keep in mind that this was a brand new iphone seven that I got less than a month ago for my birthday. I was successful at getting it to turn back on, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t unlock my phone and it wouldn’t even read my fingerprint… Soon thereafter I was finally able to unlock it after 10 tries and I dialed 911. It rang… rang… rang… and rang… and rang.. and rang. I ended the call then tried again.

I was cut off and greeted by a really awkward silence before the call was dropped. This was really really bad… and every minute that passed by without help whatsoever made it worse. After the third call, I FINALLY got a hold of someone. I whispered “THANK GOD!” then explained what had been going on with the dispatcher. The dispatcher sounded like he was in his mid to late thirties. His voice reminded me of my dad’s. My dad used to be a firefighter for a little while, then an EMT for about 5 years before he became an official MD and professor at the school we all go to. The dispatcher, or Frank talked to me and assured me that someone was on the way.

While I was on the phone with Frank, a large set of long fingered hands grabbed me by the shoulder and knocked me down further into the ditch that sat on the right side of the car. I fell flat on my face and looked up at the creature. It stared down at me from the top of the ditch, which was probably about twenty feet from where I was. I couldn’t make out it’s shape, except for that it was all black, with blinding white eyes. It’s eyes were so blinding, it felt as though I was staring at the sun. Suddenly the shadow gave off an ungodly screech and dissolved into clouds of black matter that wrapped around the trees. I got up from my side which felt dust ridden and scratched from the pine needles and searched the ground for my phone. Fuck! The screen got cracked pretty badly, but I could still hear the dispatcher calling out for my name.

“Mike! Hello? Mike! Are you still there??”

I help the phone up to my ear and said, “Yeah, I’m still here! Something just knocked me down into the ditch!”

“Wait, someone was there and they knocked you down into the ditch? Are they still there with you?”

“No! It wasn’t like a person, at least I don’t think it was. It was tall, black, foggy, kind of translucent, big white eyes… I mean this thing wasn’t hu-” a loud pop and static blew up in my ears which scared me shitless. I dropped the phone out of fear only to look up at the most bizarre and horrific thing I have seen in my life. 

The smell hit me so hard that I threw up. No gagging, I just couldn’t help it. It felt like as if I was punched in the gut so hard, hard enough to make me vomit. The statue, thing, or whatever I was looking at smelled worse than death. Raw meat, sulfur, sewage, mouldy cheese, carrion, rotting flesh, sour milk… just think of all the absolute worst smells in the world and then combine them all into one thing. Bits and pieces of flesh and hair stuck to the skeletal structure that made the statue thing. Dust and cobweb ridden sashes covered up the skeletal totem from the waist down. It had very odd looking decor on it’s head, face, crown, arms, and feet. I had absolutely no idea what the throne was made of, and to be quite frank, I don’t want to know. Despite the repulsive smell the thing gave off, there were no flies nor bugs hanging around it. Suddenly, I felt something soft and squishy wrap around my right foot, then I look down to see that it was a grey and black appendage that looked just like a tentacle, no it WAS a tentacle! More of them swiftly swarmed at my feet when I jumped back with phone in hand and raced up the ditch. 

I made it to my car, went into the driver’s side seat, slammed the door, then locked all of the doors. I hyperventilated for what felt like hours, not just mere minutes. Then I took a deep breath and looked at the car more thoroughly. All of my friends’ belongings were scattered along the floor. Cell phones, keys, jackets, misc items were all over the place. I looked back forward and sat in silence. I have no idea on what to do next…

Stay in the car and wait for the authorities

or 

Take a risk and find friends through the fog

or

Start at the very beginning.


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Who decided that this was a good idea: Go to bed and leave the front door unlocked

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At this point, I didn’t know what else to do other than just go to bed and leave the front door open. Joey is an adult, he can make his own decisions. Is it possible that maybe something was wrong with him medically? I can’t say for certain. I decided that going to bed and not meddling with anything else would be good… yeah. I don’t want to make things worse! What am I saying??? I’m rambling to myself…

I went up the stairs, walked inside to our flat and gave out a loud yawn. However, as I stretched and yawned, something didn’t feel quite right… and it is unusually cold. It wasn’t your typical early to mid autumn chill… I mean it felt like a walk in freezer. I looked to my left and noticed that the two large windows that sat above our L-shaped couch were left wide often, but there was barely even a breeze coming out of them. I don’t recall leaving them open, but figured Joey might’ve done it. He’s not as anal about keeping the windows closed like how I am. When I closed the windows everything warmed up just a little bit. But still, something felt off. It was still chilly and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The only thing I could hear is my heartbeat throbbing between my ears and my heavy breathing. I felt as though someone else was in the room with me. Suddenly a loud crashing noise snapped me out from my weird trance and created a rush of adreneline skyrocket through my veins. I hop into the small kitchen and saw our glass pitcher shattered on the white and gray linoliem tiled floor. The old chestnut cabinets were left all open as well as the drawers. The dining room that sat across from the small kitchen had scraps of paper, pens, books and napkins all over the place. 

I had enough. I didn’t care if all of this shit was paranormal or not. I was over it and was ready to go to bed. I began to clean up the shattered glass, scattered items, and closed the cabinets and drawers. At one point I heard a large boom above me as well as a short, disembodied cackle, then the chill and tense feeling in the house stopped. I left out a huge sigh of relief. I made the kitchen and dining room spotless within 10 minutes, and oddly it was quite satisfying. After cleaning everything up, I took a long and hot shower, got into my gray, black, and white pjs, and hopped into bed. I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

I had a very brief dream that lasted for maybe a few seconds and it scared the bejeezus out of me. I saw myself sleeping and saw a patchy gray colored humanoid like figure with jagged teeth, sunken red eyes, and no hair. It was completely naked and its whole body appeared to be drenched in sweat or something for it shined in the moonlight like a rubber glove. It’s face only inches away from mine, violently convulsing, twitching, and screaming to the top of its lungs, which caused me to lunge forward out of my deep slumber. I saw that it was 4:30 am and before I could do anything, I just told myself that it was a bad dream and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later at around 7:30 am. I walked into Joey’s room, seeing that the door was open and saw that his bed was empty. His room looked like it had been untouched since the day before, but what was even more bizarre was that EVERYTHING in that room was neat and tidy. Joey is far from being the kind of person to keep things spotless, he’s always been this way growing up. I was astonished! Books were put away, laundry and random nick knacks that covered the floor was picked up and put away, and the room smelled so pleasant! Damn, even I couldn’t imagine seeing his room thing clean like this! I felt the back of my neck and back tingled and my insides squirmed. I couldn’t move. Suddenly my phone went off and I saw a text message from Joey. He was okay, he was at his parents house and was going to stay there for a few days. He apologized profusely about what happened last night. I texted him back, telling him no worries and was happy to hear that he was ok. 

After I texted Joey, I walked into the bathroom and saw a sight that I will never forget. It was Joey hanging from the hook on our bathroom door. I screamed and fell straight on my ass. He was covered in what appeared to be black ash and fresh blood. Half of his face and skull was missing and had a massive hole in his body… he was gutted out. His clothes had rips and patches of bile, foul odered liquids, and blood. His arms and legs dangled losely everytime his body swayed side to side. A large pool of blood gathered onto the once spotless blue tile. I could not believe what I was seeing. 

“This can’t be happening!!! Joey!!” I squeaked as my eyes welled with tears. “How could this be? I JUST texted you!” I slowly stood up as I began to sob uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do, and I still don’t. I turned back for a second when I got back up from the floor, and turned back around to the bathroom floor to find that Joey was gone. However, the puddle of blood and a few bits of bone and flesh remained on the floor and door. “What in the actual fuck is going on???? I am losing my fucking mind!”. Good god what is happening to me???

Investigate the bathroom further for clues

or

Call the police

or 

Do nothing

or

Start from the beginning…


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The Grove- The Doctor and the Attorney PT 1

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May 25th 2015- The Doctor and the Attourney part 1

Not too long after Josh had told us what was going on with Dad, he passed out on the floor and began to convulse and shake violently. At that point I knew that Josh was having another one of his seizures. He had been diagnosed with epilepsy when he was in grade school after having a number of fits during class. Josh had been given all kinds of medications and treatments, but nothing worked until he started taking Topamax. That made his seizures stop entirely, which was amazing! He hasn’t had a seizure since he was 15… not too long before mom passed away. Was it a warning sign? No! It couldn’t have been! The doctor did however, tell us that malnutrition, lack of sleep, stress, and other medical issues can sometimes influence and cause some of his seizures…

Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself! Steve and I sat on the ground with him until his seizure stopped. I found a forest green throw pillow on the floor nearby a bunch of papers, grabbed it, and put it under Josh’s head to make sure he wouldn’t hit it against anything. Steve was surprisingly calm! Then again, he’s worked with all kinds of patients with a variety of health issues, not just recovering drug addicts. After about a minute or two, Josh took a deep breath in then went limp. He fainted. It wasn’t uncommon for him to faint whenever he had a seizure. I asked Steve to grab a damp washcloth as I tried to wake Josh up. The problem is he wasn’t waking up, and he normally would have right now. I really started to panic. I checked his pulse and he was still breathing, which was good. After about five, ten minutes or so of trying to get him up, I called an ambulance to take him in. I had no idea what was wrong and neither did Steve.

The ambulance came in and picked up Josh and Steve and I follow behind. We finally make it to the general hospital in Bakersway and got Josh checked in. Thankfully, he started to come out of it just about when we were taking him into his room. I remember exactly what he said when he woke up, and it still haunts me to this day.

“Jo… Jo where am I? Where’s mom and dad?” I felt chills run down my spine following pins and needles on every particle of my being. I wanted to throw up, but at the same time I couldn’t. My hands and feet felt so cold and clammy… it was awful.

“Josh, you’re in the hospital. You had a seizure then fainted.” The doctor said as he was moved from the gurney to the neatly made hospital bed.

“I did what?? Where-who-what???” Josh cried as he frantically attempted to sit up.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh…. just sit back… relax!” The doctor said as he gently put his hands on Josh’s shoulders to help him relax. “My name is Doctor Braxton. I have a few questions that I need you to answer for me, can you do that?” I started to really feel nauseated at this point. Josh nodded and slowly laid back into bed. “Do you remember what you were doing earlier this morning before you fainted?”

“Uhh… no not rea- Oh wait wait wait! I was looking through some paperwork with my dear sister Jo and her husband Steve!” Josh said with a snap of his fingers. “I don’t know really much of anything after… dad’s weird handwriting on his will and there was blood everywhere… all over the pages” for whatever reason my stomach just could not hold back and I ran into the restroom that was co-joined with the spacious hospital room and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet… then everything went black. 

The next thing I know I wake up in a neatly made hospital bed in a completely different room with Steve sitting on my right side. I remember waking up in a daze and I felt my husband’s hand push me back against the bed as he whispered in my ear, telling me to lay back. A completely different doctor, a short and young girl with short red hair came up to me. I remembered that she smelled like roses and vanilla…. her voice was soothing and did not hesitate to tell me what was going on. Apparently, the doctor told me that I got hit with pretty nasty food poisoning and so did Josh, but Steve was unaffected. I’m not surprised by this at all! Steve has always had an iron stomach while Josh and I definitely did not. The doctor told me I just needed to stay until the morning to make sure my state wasn’t going to get worse… I was really confused by that because I only remember getting sick once. Oh well! So I’m here with Steve and Josh until the morning… I have absolutely no idea what is going on with Josh and I wish I knew. 

You know, the one thing I find strange about this hospital is that the lights in almost every room tend to flicker on and off, and everything just seems to be TOO clean… TOO perfect. And… you know the thing about hospitals is there is always a faint smell of bleach or disinfection. Not this one though. It just smells like flowers and just sweet-smelling stuff like those hard candies or like fresh butterscotch. I mean maybe I just shouldn’t complain and just be open-minded…. yet it’s not my stomach that feels unsettled today…


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Who decided that this was a good idea: Call/Text Joey to make sure that he is ok

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I decided that maybe it might be best to wait for a moment or two on Joey before going inside. After everything that had happened tonight, I didn’t know what to believe and honestly I didn’t care. All I knew was that I’m tired and ready for bed; I wanted tonight to be done. What I also knew was that my dear childhood friend was hurt and my friends were hurt, but at no fault of his own. Joey has always worn his heart on his sleeve, so if he had the slightest notion that he did something wrong, it would just kill him. 

I sighed, walked to the bottom of the concrete steps across from my car, then sat down. I first decided to text him first. I said, “Hey Joey, are you okay?”… I waited for about 5-10 minutes then heard nothing. “Were you going to come back home or were you going to crash at a friend’s place?” I sent hastily as a sense of dread grew down my spine. ‘Michael, think! Don’t panic, use logic! It’s just been a rough night. Joey will be fine’ I thought to myself, but I didn’t even remotely believe it. Another 5 minutes passed by… then 10… then 15… then 20… I thought that I’ll give him a call after waiting for 5-10 more minutes. 

“Nah man, I’m coming back. I just needed to walk around,” I hoped that’s what he would send to me, I prayed that I would hear back from him soon… but still nothing. I sat at the stairs for about 45 minutes before I decided to call him. The wind was starting to pick up and an early winter chill crept up on me, wrapping around my head, neck, and legs. I quickly stood up and dialed Joey’s number. I stood and shivered as the breeze whirred and whistled past me. Sienna colored leaves glided and twirled slightly in the wind then would softly touch the ground. Errrrrrrpuh…. errrrrpppuh… errrrrpuh… Come on Joey, pick up! errrppppuh… then static… Well, the static sounded as if the phone was inside Joey’s back pocket of his pants, like the sounds you’d hear if someone were to accidently butt-dail you. “Hello? Joey?”… no response. The sound of movement stop and then the static went from thin and slow then immediately blasted in my ear along with the sound of sharp ringing and an unearthly guttural, shrill scream. I pulled my phone away from my ear and within an instant, the hellish sounds stopped. Then I could hear some nearly inaudible mumbling from Joey.

“Joey, are you okay?” I said frantically.

“Yeah…” barely audible to the ear and it sounded almost disembodied in a way. 

“Joey it’s Mike! What’s going on????” I held the phone closer to my ear.

“Nothing….” 

“Are you sure you’re okay??? You’ve been gone for an hour without a word. This really isn’t like you at all!” I did my best to stay calm, but this was just too weird.

Silence…

“Where are you man? It’s 1:30 am! Are you coming home or are you going to a friend’s house?”

“Home…” 

“Okay, do you mean back at our place or do you mean home with your parents?”

“Home…” he repeated.

“Yes I know but wh-” Then the call dropped. I tried calling Joey a couple times but it went straight to voicemail every single time. I sat back down on the steps and bowed my head down on my folded arms that I put upon my knees.

Part of me assumed that maybe he possibly meant his parent’s home. Joey would visit his parents and sometimes spend the night there on certain occasions such as the holidays or during a family gathering. He would even go to his parents place just for the hell of it. He has always been really close with his family and would always confide in them and his closest friends whenever something is wrong. 

This wasn’t like Joey. He wouldn’t do things like this; not even his pranks were this creative. This can’t be happening…

What to do:

Go after Joey and call his parents

or

Contact other friends

or 

Go to bed and leave the front door locked

or

Start from the beginning


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The Grove- Going Through my Dad’s Will

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May 25th 2015- Going through Dad’s Will

Yesterday was pretty uneventful, snore worthy I think. However, I think that probably was for the best because of the nightmare I had the other night really hit me hard. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone slept well the night before, not even Josh. I’ve had a bit of trouble sleeping since then, but no nightmares, thank god. Anyway, Josh, Steve, and I really didn’t do much. We sat around and talked, watched Netflix for a few hours, and ordered Chinese food for dinner.

The next day we started to dive into Dad’s stuff, which I believe from the deepest parts of my soul was extremely excruciating for everyone in the room…. Dad’s room. His room had changed a lot when I left. It really looked off… I can’t really explain it. There were papers and other random books and paraphernillia scattered all over the place. There were piles of clothes sitting in random areas in the room and a very old and stale cup of coffee on the desk with a fly buzzing around it. To me I felt as though I was walking right on my father’s corpse and intruding in some sort of way. The room smelled horrible for some odd reason, like mildew, moldy meat, putrid mud, and dust. A loud clash of thunder cracked through the air, making all of us jump and then a heavy downpour engulfed the home. Steve and Josh both looked at me with slight concern.

“Hey, sis you really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Steve and I can look through the will if you’d like. Besides, there’s still a lot of other stuff that needs to be done-“

“No, no don’t be silly! I’m fine, I swear! I can get through this Josh.” I interrupted Josh hastily for I didn’t want to let him down for not having the guts to do my part. “I’m sorry.” I muttered as I crossed my arms.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” Steve asked while gently putting his arm around my shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m positive! I want to help out as much as I can. Please let me help. I promise I’ll let you two know when I need a break ok?” I assured Josh and Steve that I would be ok, even though I didn’t know it myself. They both said ok and nodded. We both took out a large file in his filing cabinet in his closet, took it to the large desk in his study, and starting to go through it. 

My Dad might have been a very laid back man, but the thing is he always kept everything neat and tidy. Laundry, dishes, Tupperware, clothes hangers, papers, even our food pantry was intricately organized. Anyway, reading through Dad’s will just had very basic stuff in it, at least from what I could see. Everything from the first five or so pages seemed to be pretty basic… then his writing just seemed so garbled after that. He had a plan set on where his assests would go and whom they would be awarded to; everything from his bank account balance, his investments, his furniture, car, home, etc. He also had everything laid out on how he wanted his funeral and burial to be laid out for the most part… then the rest of the text had scribbles, text that was lined through, massive paragraphs with typos and chicken scratch… what got me was the various drips of what appeared to be coffee on the paper, no not just that, but there was also drips of blood as well. All three of us just looked back at one another in confusion. 

“Josh?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He sounded hesitant to answer my question.

“Have you shown this to the attourney yet?”

“Nope…” He gulped.

“Josh, I really think we sho-“

“Ok, I-I-I have a confession to make to you guys!” He stood up and put his hands up when he announced this. “I have not been in this room until now. Here’s the thing I really didn’t want to tell you Jo. Before Dad died, he really began to lose it. He would often barricade himself in here for days on end and would never let anyone in, not even me. I came by every once in a while to give him food and his medications, then he’d open the door slightly, yank it out of my hands then slam the door in front of my face. He wouldn’t talk to me or look at me… I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t find Dad in here when he passed. He was in the shower and he collapsed, I swear!” Josh put his hands up to his face and broke down. I immediately hugged him and sat him down while Steve closed the file and pushed it to the side. 

“I believe you Josh, it’s going to be ok, I promise! We are in this together. I think it would be best maybe if we try to have another set of eyes or two on this so we can figure this out.” I said while comforting Josh. I had never, ever seen him cry like that before. Not even when mom passed away. So with that, we called and made an appointment to see the attourney to help us decipher through the garbled will. God help me, Josh, and Steve through this… All I can hear when I sleep now is the rain that heavily impails the windows…

Joey


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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

or 

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

or

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

or

Go back to the beginning


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