tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91353946694028278792024-03-08T07:04:46.606-08:00Story of The InsaneDraethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-73743629450342701352014-01-05T17:39:00.001-08:002014-01-05T17:39:19.866-08:00The Land Out of Time<br />
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I lived in a land forgotten by all. A desert surrounded by
mountains. A land without time. Without hunger or thirst. A land that had no
ailments or disease. If you climbed a mountain you could see the never ending
sunrise on one side of the world and the never ending sunset on the other. A
land that truly strikes the sense of awe. But despite this unique beauty the
land lacked something no man could live without. There was infinitely enough to
keep one occupied for a thousand lifetimes. But there was one thing this land
lacked. Companionship.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So giving up the gift of eternal life this land granted me.
I went out in search of someone to share my one lifetime with. So I walked the
land. Walked for years but never aged. I eventually came to something I had not
seen before in this land. Water. Pools of water. Perfect shaped circles of
water. In the confusion of this new spectacle I didn't realize how close I had
gotten and I fell in. I gasped out of fear. But breathing in the water had not
killed me. I kept going deeper into the water. Soon leaving the light behind.
In the darkness I felt for anything. Anything other than water. The deeper I
went the more I feared where I was. But with that more curiosity. Soon I felt
something. Bubbles of air. I went deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Soon I found myself in a new world. After walking out of a
forest I saw ruins from an ancient civilization scatter the land. A people that
were no longer there. Had I, in my own private world, outlived humanity? Surely
not. There must be someone alive. I thought. At that moment my stomach had
growled. A sensation I had not felt before. I soon came across some fruits
growing on vines against the ruins. I took a bite and the sweet taste filled my
mouth. After I had eaten enough to maintain my hunger I continued searching the
ruins. I had grown tiresome after a long while of searching. I found a place to
lie, and fell into a short sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I had awoken I realized that the more time I spend in
this world the more I showed the traits of a mortal. I knew I had to hurry with
my search. I knew that I wanted to live with someone; not to die with someone.
I had to take whomever I find back to the world I was from.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had come across a set of ruins while aimlessly thinking to
myself about the curiously aging subject of time. The ruins were of an old
library. Upon entering the library a colorful book crossed my eye. Unlike the
other books this one was without dust. I opened it and find it is an
encyclopedia on various flora and fauna found in the region of the world I was
in. I looked up after a period of reading and noticed a bird. I flip to the
page where I noticed the bird and read the sound of its call before giving a
burlesque impression of it. To my surprise it had called back briefly before it
left. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I jumped at a cacophony of shattering glass and darted my
eyes around the room. I quickly reserved my equanimity and in my native tongue,
called out, "Who's there?" But with no reply I walked around. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After walking around I had quickly found what the glass was
that had been shattered. A window! It was from a window! Not knowing where and
when I learned the word I looked at the beauty of the other surviving windows.
It was then that I noticed what had shattered the window. A rat was lying on
the ground with a capricious twitching. It had fallen from a perch it made
amongst a ledge on the outside of the building where it crashed through the
fragile and thin glass. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had taken the rat and bird as a good omen, that of life
still thriving on this world. With this Elysian viewpoint forerunning my next
actions I climbed to the roof of this tall structure. I yelled for the whole
world to hear but it was to no avail. After my long fit of shouting that would
have taken little to become a tirade I climbed down. It was dark by the time
all this had gone down. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Tiredness had sunk in and I lost my sobriety. I tried to
remain awake watching the rythmic dances of the fire I built. It was then, that
I noticed my shadow, and she was beautiful. Watching me from the other side of
the room. When she realized my intentions were not Svengali she began ogling me
amorously. It was then that we began our tête-à-tête with the smoke of the fire
wafting through the air. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Early in our conversation she seemed rather stoic but with
time she began to smile. I could tell she was rather learned, that is, not
boorish nor lowbrow. I told her of the world from which I came she was clearly
engaged in what I had to say. After describing the gifts my world presents she
gave my world a name; Panacea.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She told me the small group of people she was with had died
out years prior to my arrival from a disease she, luckily, did not recieve. We
soon drifted off into a blissful slumber. When we had awoken we began
traversing towards the pool which had given me access to this world. While
walking we noticed a flock of birds going the opposite direction as us, not
unlike a raft traveling upstream. She mentioned this happens before the
temperature rises every year. Upon hearing this I remembered something from
where it came, I know not. It is around spring and we are in an area not far
north of the equator. When she saw me thinking she muttered an esoteric phrase
that nearly flew by my head. "Having fun in your cloud?" I responded
simply yes watching her smile. She was a quintessent example of happiness,
despite the state the world was in. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We walked close to a large forest containing myriads of
trees. When she realized I planned to walk into it she was enraptured with fear
and dismal feelings. I told her the pool was not far ahead in this forest. I
could tell this did not assuage her fears so I sat down on a rock and asked her
to explain why she did not want to enter the forest. She responded quickly with
"the beasts will get us." It was not hard to realize she was not
being facetious so I asked "what beasts?" <o:p></o:p></div>
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She told me of a creature I had not come across in the books
I found in the library. They had green scales like a lizard, but it stood on
strong supporting legs like a wolf or large feline. They had claws that had
suction pads under them like a gecko but because of their size they were also
supported with strong and sharp piercing claws. Normally they climbed and
jumped from the different tree branches hunting for birds or smaller reptiles.
Their tales were also strong with supporting muscles that allowed them to sleep
hanging from branches or lower themselves onto an unsuspecting rodent. They
normally do not bother men because they avoid leaving the forest, but are an
unfortionate demise for those who wander into the brush. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Living out of the forest seemed purely unnatural to my
ideals. But to some tribes wearing clothes seemed an unnatural appurtenance
when our thoughts of their nudity would seem the same, like how she and I view
the forest differently. I conjured my most glib tone and persuaded her to come
into the forest with me. I told her the distance to the pool was not far,
nearly an infinitesimal distance if you were to look at it from the clouds. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After a short walk we saw the pool with some things drinking
out of it. Those things were the beasts! We hide behind a bush where we see
one, slightly larger than the rest, approaching the pool slowely and most
ostentatiously. The beast reveled at how the others moved for him to drink. But
one of them did not move and the proud beast had an unrequited response by
picking up the smaller one by the neck and tossing him out of the way. The
smaller one whipped his tail at the beast who caught it in his mouth and while
being moved around a fair amount a large piece of the tail had been bitten off.
Another of the smaller beasts helped their leader and bit the leg of the
turncoat. Now limping as he was ostracized by the group a few of the beasts who
had missed their last meal jumped at the opportunity and took a bite as he
lands at the edge of the pool, and they received very little struggle. As this
happened she screamed alerting our presence to the beasts. They began climbing
trees and jumping to branches above us. We raced towards the pool but one of
the beasts jumped at her. It bit her leg and I kicked it off. We keep running
towards the pool where we dive in before the beasts catch us. They are biting
below the surface of the water and one knocks in the injured beast and it falls
nearly without life above us. As we swim down further her leg began to sting
and she cried out in pain emptying her lungs in a few large bubbles. I looked
back and saw this and began pulling her down with me. At that moment she seemed
to slip out of life and I knew it was hopeless to continue further. I then saw
the injured beast begin to struggle as it sunk past us. I grab it and swim down
with it to the world from which I came. My recent loss had made my decisions
rash.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I made it to a point where I just seemed to float up to what
became the surface of my home world. With the beast in my hands, it was kicking
with new life and I thought about the dire thing that I had just done. I set it
down fearing what it would do I backed away but it just stood there all calm
and tame as though a trained house dog. It seemed that saving the life of this
beast earned me a new friendship. Quid pro quo. For an eternity this would -
will have to do. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But I'll never forget her. On our first night during our
conversation she told me her name, Callele.
Callele asked me my name before and I told her I knew not if I had a
name. She dubbed me Neo, which is now the name I will always call myself now
while living in my home world which seems almost new to me now. Callele will
always be in my heart. I think of her sometimes while the beast, now named
Dinsee, runs vehemently with great energy and pride through the mountains of
this world.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-68098055450036518942013-08-03T20:53:00.002-07:002013-08-03T23:54:21.812-07:00The 50 Dollars or Less Antique Shop<div class="MsoNormal">
Eric and his girlfriend Mary had always known about the 50
Dollars or Less Antique Shop that was in the older end of town but they had
never been in it. Today they finally decided to look into it when they heard
some of the stuff is worth a lot more than what it’s sold for. They went in and
looked around. Not a lot out of the ordinary. But this antique doll set that
Mary was eyeing eventually caught Eric’s attention too. She told him that it
was worth a couple hundred bucks so they decided to buy it and resell it. They
take a few pictures and then post it online for selling.</div>
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The next day a man from the next town over comes by and pays
$250 for it. They give him the dolls and he drives off. For two days everything
seemed normal. But then he came back and gave them the dolls and told them to
keep the money. He then drove off as fast as he could. Confused Mary and Eric
look at each other. Then later they post it again. </div>
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Another person buys it but two days later the same thing
happens. They ask him why he wanted to return it and he frantically said “I don’t
want it anymore, just keep those away from me!” He runs over to his car and
they ask him to wait but it’s too late. He drove off in a hurry. They decide to just put the dolls in one of
the storage garages. They go home and wonder what made them want to return the
dolls. </div>
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In the morning they turn on the radio in the car while
heading down to the store; when they hear something tragic. The owner of the
storage complex had hung himself late in the night. They look at each other and
then drive to get the dolls. As soon as they get home they put the dolls in the
basement and get out their camera. They set it up to tape all night and they go
to sleep. </div>
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When they wake up they go down and switch out the memory
card. He turns on his laptop and they watch the video together. Nothing happens
so they fast forward the video. They slow down right before midnight. At the
time-stamp for midnight he could have sworn the largest doll blinked. Eric
pauses the video and rewinds it; this time nothing. Had he just imagined it? Surely not he
reassured himself as they watch the rest of the video. </div>
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Mary goes out for a walk while Eric stays and researches
different types of spirits. The spirit that seemed different than the rest was
the one awaked by blood of a relative. These were said to be so rare that
there’s no known way of getting rid of them. They were different than most
other types of spirits. Most spirits haunted an area or an item. These would
exist only where the blood relatives of the person who died had lived at one
point. He read a story someone said about a spirit trapped in her apartment
that left when the previous resident came to tell her how to fix the issue with
the faucet. He read other stories similar to this one and was so caught up in
reading them that he didn’t hear the front door shut. </div>
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Mary had come home. She asked if he had found anything of
interest where he replied “no, not something believable.” They went to make
some dinner and discussed what might have happened with the dolls. When they
were going to bed the temperature in five rooms of the house were colder than
the rest. Five. There were five dolls too. </div>
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In the morning they wake up and check on the dolls. They
weren’t where they had left them. They go to make breakfast and to their
surprise; the dolls were sitting in each of the five chairs at the table. They
quickly pick up the dolls and drive them to the dump. They were truly in shock
now. Their previous disbelief had disappeared. They went to the antique shop in
search of answers. </div>
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The owner was the oldest person in town. They asked about
the previous owners of the doll. He looked with a smile “why you were.” Mary
looking shocked asks “me?” And the shop owner nods. Eric asks “what are you
talking about?” The shop owner says “this shop burned down nearly fifty years
ago. Killing me along with it. The things in here were items the towns’ people
had sold to me over the years. But now the dead come for vessels to the world
of the living. The dolls you bought seemed to be possessed by the family in
‘your’ house. When really you were the intruders in the house.” Both Eric and
Mary asked at the same time “how did we die?” The shop owner replied “you died
together in a car crash. Haven’t you ever noticed that you’re together almost
all the time?” </div>
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Then at that moment a pale skinned little girl with a flower
in her hair walks in through the door holding one of the antique dolls. The
shop owner says “the flu has had many tolls this year.” </div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-17450380421117537852013-06-27T21:06:00.000-07:002013-06-27T21:06:00.588-07:00Hell's Night<div class="MsoNormal">
Why do people do bad things? Is it because they get some
kind of gain from it... or do they just do it because they feel like it?
Everyone does bad things for some reason or another. But when someone does
something bad enough will it not impress the devil himself? </div>
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On a warm night a prisoner lays in his cell tossing and
turning. He is not aware of the fate that Hell has planned for him. He awakens
from his frightful slumber breathing heavy. He pulls a picture of his daughter
from under his pillow. Staring at it he remembers her funeral. The family he
knew for years who were the liveliest of folks seemed like strangers in their
dark mood. When they were to finally bury his daughter he closed his eyes
wishing that when he opened them he would be back at home, admiring a finger
painting she had just made. But he knew that when he opened them she would
still be dead. </div>
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A tear drops from his eye onto the picture of her, he wipes
it off quickly so as not to damage it. He tries to go back to sleep but the
prison guard knocks on his cell. </div>
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“Hey Freddy you having trouble sleeping?” </div>
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He responds “Yeah” </div>
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The guard takes out a yellow pill container and pops out two
small pills.</div>
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“Here’s some Benadryl it should help.” </div>
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“Thanks.” </div>
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He holds out his hands and catches the pills, taking one at
a time. </div>
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“Why did you help me?” He asks. </div>
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The guard responds with “Well – you don’t fight with the
other prisoners and you seem like a good person at heart.” </div>
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“I killed my pregnant wife because I was afraid I’d lose
another child.” The guard looks down and then walks away. </div>
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As Freddy drifts into a deep slumber he begins dreaming
again. In time his dream ends but he does not awaken. Instead he finds himself
surrounded by fire. “What hell was this? Or is this Hell?” He says loudly. He
begins walking forward into a darker cavern where to his surprise he sees
movement other than the flames dancing high above him. “Hello?” He shouts. Then
being greeted by a thundering voice saying only this: “Follow me.” Freddy knew
he had no choice but to follow this tall shadowy being. </div>
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After some time has passed and many caverns traversed he
begins to realize this being that he is following is Lucifer himself. </div>
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Freddy then stops and asks “Why do you want me?” </div>
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“Because you possess the evil I desire.” </div>
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Freddy then confused says “But I regret killing my wife, I
feel guilty about it!” </div>
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The being then makes a hollowing laugh. “We both know you
wouldn’t be here if you didn’t enjoy what you did. Take a look around it’s your
home now, destroy the souls of whomever you desire.” </div>
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They come up to a door with the words <i>pyro-masochist</i> written along it and Freddy touches it and shrilly
jumps away from the heat. The being then pushes the door open revealing a long
corridor of metal caskets along the walls with fire surrounding them giving
some edges a red hot glow. Each casket having three holes; two for the eyes and
one for the mouth. </div>
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Freddy then looks closer at a few caskets seeing that the
lips and eyelids of every soul in the caskets had been burnt off. Revealing
long yellow teeth and piercing eyes. Throughout the corridor a psychotic
laughter could be heard out of nearly every mouth accounted for. Freddy then
notices one that is not laughing. He is intrigued with this and walks closer.
“Why are you not laughing?” </div>
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He coughs for a second then says in a raspy voice “Sometimes
we enjoy pain because it reminds us of our last happy moments.” </div>
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Freddy then walks out and meets back with the being. The
being says “Guilt is a type of pain.” </div>
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Confused for a second he asks “Why does that matter?” </div>
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The being walks past him and says “You felt guilt when you
couldn’t save your daughter from pneumonia. Seeing her alive was your last
happy moment.” </div>
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The next morning a coroner packs Freddy’s body into a body
bag and wheels him away on a cart. One of the paramedics says “He died of a
heart attack in his sleep.” While writing it onto his report. After finishing
his report he finds the picture of Freddy’s daughter in the corner of the
pillow and picks it up. One of the cops looks over his shoulder and says “That
was his daughter, when his wife got pregnant again he was afraid he would lose
his next child so he killed them both. A half hour later came to the station
and confessed.” After the cell is cleaned up the few police officers and
paramedics leave for their respective duties.</div>
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By Kylan Walker </div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-66314194147821125192013-06-24T19:55:00.000-07:002013-06-24T19:55:19.680-07:00The Seven Murders of Markus Flair<div class="MsoNormal">
One stormy evening a young man sits at the side of his
mother’s bed weeping. His worst fears become true as he checks her heartbeat –
nothing. She was dead, her age and sickness had caught up to her. The young man
Markus calls the paramedics and they confirm that she is gone. He drives back
to his apartment. He finds his girlfriend Sarah waiting for him drenched by the
rain. Markus greeted her and invited her in. “I can’t.” she said. “I just
wanted to let you know its over.” She added. As his heart sank all he could ask
is “why?” She responds with “you were too attached to your mother; you were
never there for me!” She then walked off in fury. </div>
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A year later Markus wakes in his room drenched with sweat
and his face pale. He says “it’s only a dream Markus, calm down.” He looks over
at a picture of his dead mother and begins to weep. “Today’s the day.” He says
in despair. He then gets up and proceeds to get dressed. When he’s done he
stares at the picture of his mother with worry. </div>
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He walks out of his apartment, walking down the road, until
he sees a yard with a mother and child. He watches them for a while. His
sadness and pain turns to anger. He walks up to the mother where she asks “can
I help you?” He just stares at her for a minute then pulls out a knife he had
concealed and he slits her throat. The son begins to cry and he stabs him. Markus
walks out of the yard in a hurry. </div>
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Markus had walked down to the diner his mother took him to
every Sunday when he was a child. He looked inside, staring at the table with
the seat that faced the paintings. This is the seat he had always sat at. The
young girl sitting in the seat had no idea he was watching her. He waits until
she steps into the restroom; he walks in after her. As she’s about to close the
stall door he forces his way in and chokes her; his grip firm and sturdy. </div>
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Upon leaving the diner he notices a couple holding hands. He
follows them at a distance. After a few blocks travelled they stop. They begin
to kiss. Markus catches up to them and stabs the boy. While the girl is in
shock he covers her mouth and stabs her. He runs away quickly as he hears
voices coming. A scream pierces the air and Markus looks around and runs in
worry. </div>
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As he gains distance from the body he walks to his
ex-girlfriend’s apartment. He sees her with another man. As they kiss each
other goodbye and the man walks away Markus bumps into him in the parking lot.
He stabs him but misses any fatal parts of his body. He takes a swing at Markus
and they wrestle to the ground. Markus quickly grabs the handle of the knife
and pulls upward. Blood rushes out as he dies. Markus gets up to go after
Sarah. Now dizzy and weary.</div>
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He takes the spare key under the mat of Sarah’s apartment
and unlocks the door. She turns around seeing Markus covered in blood; she
drops her food and screams. As Markus runs toward her she runs into the kitchen
and grabs a knife. He runs at her and takes a stab. They both stare into each
other’s eyes shocked for a second. Then Markus looks down and sees Sarah’s
knife in his stomach. He falls over and with his last breath says “I’m so sorry.”</div>
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By Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-9026313799794846382013-06-19T19:04:00.004-07:002013-06-19T19:04:32.690-07:00Letters From Lady Death<br />
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August 6, 1987 </div>
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My dear Will,</div>
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I know it has been some time since your passing. Just past
two years. I often stare at the night sky wondering if one of those glimmering
stars is you staring back. Have I not seen the change of the moon more than
twenty four times? I often think of you while staring at it. Some nights the
white of the moon is the same as that in your eyes. Others it resembles the tan
of your skin. Oh how I miss our talks. The way you would go on about the most
pointless of things; yet I still listened. </div>
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I no longer listen to music for it is not the same as your
singing. I miss you dearly. May my heart find comfort I knowing we will be
together soon? </div>
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August 10, 1987</div>
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Dear William,</div>
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I know not why I feel your presence around me like my very
shadow following me. I visited the place
of our first encounter today. The tear trickling down my cheek dried off
quickly in the warm summer’s heat. I wish I could write more, but I must stop
in fear of crying myself into an eternal slumber. </div>
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August 11, 1987</div>
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Dear Will,</div>
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I would assume you think it silly that I write to you though
you are no longer living. But I feel that someday we will be together out in
the stars somewhere that we know not of yet; at least in the living world. And
maybe if you are not watching me, then at least you may get my letters I wrote
for you. I just want you to know that I am alright and that you are still a
part of my life. I hope wherever you are, that you are safe my dear Will. </div>
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August 12, 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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Today marks four years since we first met; that day I
instantly knew I was in love. I saw a happy couple today they reminded me of
us, at least until your passing. But seeing them happy saddened me with
jealousy. Is that wrong of me to do? I just wish that was us, I wish they were
the ones who had to suffer from loss. I guess that is wrong of me to do. But I
suppose we all have done something like that in our lives haven’t we? </div>
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August 13, 1987</div>
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Dear Will,</div>
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I don’t think I can take it anymore. I wish there was a way
I could see you again. I’m afraid of dying but I want to be with you so bad,
wrapped in your arms again. It angers me that I can’t be with you. It angers me
that others don’t have to feel our tragedy. Take care Will I hope wherever you
are that you find happiness without me. </div>
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August, 16 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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I’m sorry for taking so long to write this letter, but I had
to take care of some stuff. I know you’ll forgive me. I’m crying as I write
this though. I got so angry that I, I, killed someone. I did it for you Will!
For us! I had to. I couldn’t bear letting them have what we don’t – life. I
needed to do this Will. You’ll forgive me though, won’t you? </div>
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August 17, 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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I thank you for forgiving me. While I was waiting for your
reply I went out of the house to the town. No one even knows the couple I
killed is missing. And thank you for visiting me last night. I know it was just
a dream but I know it was you trying to speak to me… and the love we made was
just like it was when you were alive. But anyways that’s beside the point. I
found who I will kill next. Their happiness is an issue for us. </div>
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August 18, 1987</div>
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Dear Will,</div>
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Tonight I will redeem our life, at least in the short term.
I know you will enjoy it. It gives you a thrill when I take a life doesn’t it?
Otherwise you wouldn’t reward me with such passionate love after I do it. That
is the reward I seek after each kill; your love and your bodily presence. </div>
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August 19, 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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I’m so sorry. I can’t handle the guilt of taking a life even
if the reward is you. I will take my life tonight so you can’t make me kill
anymore. I just need you to know I’m sorry. </div>
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August 20, 1987</div>
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Dear Will,</div>
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I’m sorry I tried to take my life; I didn’t know what I was
doing. I’m nearly drowning in my tears Will! I’m sorry! I’ll kill for you
again. Just please don’t hurt me. </div>
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August 21, 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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I could not clean the evidence thoroughly. For there was
someone knocking on the door. I’m confident we will not be caught though. The
love you gave me last night was amazing. I’ll kill again for you tomorrow
morning</div>
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August 22, 1987</div>
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Dear Will, </div>
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Please visit me again. I killed for you again. Please give
me the love I require to be happy. I’ll continue writing this after I see who
is knocking on the door. </div>
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*The previous letters were found at Mariam Brennans’ house
on August 22, the following is a police report describing what happened.*</div>
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On August 22 the police were questioning everyone who came
into contact with the victims preceding their death. After a collection of data
and stories we went to visit Mariam Brennan’s house to ask her about the people
she might have seen with both victims. One of the officers knocked on the door
and she opened up revealing a ghastly pale face. She ran back inside grabbing a
kitchen knife and swinging it furiously. We went in and carefully detained her,
and called for backup. She was detained as one of the officers opened a door
revealing a room with the preserved dead body of a William Thatcher who was
reported missing two years ago. The letters in the evidence file depict what
appears to be an imaginary life she had with the body. After an extensive background
check we learn Mariam had been institutionalized as a teenager for necrophilia
and strange delusions which she was supposedly cured of. In the drawers we find
the preserved and stuffed genitalia of multiple missing men over the past few
years. </div>
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By: Kylan Walker <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-82275789558171012042013-05-18T10:36:00.001-07:002013-05-18T10:36:11.169-07:00The Bust<br />
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Awake I lay<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hear the guns go off<o:p></o:p></div>
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The situation so fray<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the bullets begin to spray<o:p></o:p></div>
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Awake I lay<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lost in the sound of sirens<o:p></o:p></div>
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Only at the beginning of the day<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stuck in my home I must stay<o:p></o:p></div>
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Awake I lay<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chaos outside my home<o:p></o:p></div>
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The gunshots bray<o:p></o:p></div>
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A lone bullet gone astray<o:p></o:p></div>
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Awake I lay<o:p></o:p></div>
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A sound like a whip<o:p></o:p></div>
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For my safety I pray<o:p></o:p></div>
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But with my life; I pay<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-65700701716931926902013-04-28T11:51:00.002-07:002015-09-16T19:12:20.303-07:00From Under My Bed<br />
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Strangers under my bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was told they were all in my head<o:p></o:p></div>
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Darkness comes<o:p></o:p></div>
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Out of the silence –hums<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coming from the visitors under my bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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I rest in a place of thought<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somewhere between my dreams<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somewhere I am alone<o:p></o:p></div>
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But yet feel so at home<o:p></o:p></div>
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I arise from my partial slumber<o:p></o:p></div>
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My thoughts a bit humbler<o:p></o:p></div>
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I then hear a sound<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I look around<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was my clock<o:p></o:p></div>
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That infernal tick-tock<o:p></o:p></div>
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But something deeper<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like a deadly reaper<o:p></o:p></div>
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An utter silence I hear<o:p></o:p></div>
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A sound that brings me fear<o:p></o:p></div>
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That near-silent hum<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of the strangers under my bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew they were not real<o:p></o:p></div>
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But it’s like they knew what I feel<o:p></o:p></div>
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Their hums crawling into my skin<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like they could reach through the cloth of my bed -- that
was so thin<o:p></o:p></div>
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…Just waiting for the moment<o:p></o:p></div>
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To finish their torment<o:p></o:p></div>
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To end my life in an instant<o:p></o:p></div>
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The only thing protecting me was the tick of my clock that
was so distant<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hide under my covers<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wrapped up over me so fast<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’d think it was two lovers<o:p></o:p></div>
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And still the hum of my visitors amassed<o:p></o:p></div>
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I looked into the shadows<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dark eyes aglow<o:p></o:p></div>
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The form of a face I see<o:p></o:p></div>
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That oddly looked like me<o:p></o:p></div>
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(And at that moment) I realized that the monsters under the
bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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That I thought were in my head<o:p></o:p></div>
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Were really me instead<o:p></o:p></div>
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A part of me I thought was dead<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-53218181743113704222013-04-12T22:49:00.001-07:002013-04-12T22:49:25.393-07:00Memories<br />
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Slowly, slowly I crawled. Out of the pit from which I had
been cast. The daylight had nearly blinded me. When my eyes regain focus of the
world surrounding me, I notice green hills encompassing me for miles. I get up
and stand; my legs limp. After a short while I regain the strength to walk. I
continue walking among the path I set for myself when I come to a stop at the
base of a tree. I look up and see a lone bird precariously perched among its
branches. I look closer at it. It was a robin. As I stare at it I noticed
something, it was gazing back at me! I dismiss it at first and continue
walking. After I had gone a few miles I look around. Strange I thought, there
had been no sign of civilization, or even life – except for that bird – for
miles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Realizing I may not find any other person for a long time I
decide to set up a camp. I look up in the sky to determine how long I had ‘till
dark. To my surprise the sun had not moved since I had left the pit. <i>What world had I entered?</i> I asked
myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am getting tired by this time. I find a fair sized tree
and sleep in the shadow it casts. When I wake up I look around; nothing has
changed. The sun brightly shines suspended in its position with the world
encircling it. <i>Had I been in a dream?</i>
I wondered. No I couldn’t have been. For I had dreamt of that horrid pit from
which I had come from. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then where was I? What reality had I entered? I stand up
from where I had been laying and I begin walking off in the direction I had
chosen preceding my sleep. After travelling a couple miles I noticed something.
Perched on the tree was that lone robin, standing perfectly still. Staring at
me as it had before. I continue walking among my path I had chosen for myself. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Beads of sweat formed on my head over time. My mouth became parched.
I climb the nearest tree I find in hopes of seeing water. I notice a shining
glimmer among the distance. I drop from the tree and run towards it. To my
surprise I find a small circular pool of water. I take some water in my hands
and place it up to my face. After I feel my thirst has been quenched I continue
my walking seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I lie in the shadow of a tree
and try to get some rest. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In my sleep I hear voices. I recognized these voices! They were
the voices of my tormentor! My tormentor from the pit in which I had crawled
out of. He was speaking of me. To whom I did not know. <i>In hushed voices I hear “when we feel enough pain, we become numb. At
this point we would be invincible if not for one thing! We’ve nearly reached
the point of death by this time. But some say that emotional pain can bring us
into something much darker. Soon we are no longer able to feel ourselves; we
are no longer who we once were.” I realize he was talking to me. I open my eyes
and look around. I was back in that dark pit. The only light I see is that of a
furnace. My tormentor whose face I cannot see, notices me eyeing the furnace.
He walks towards it pulling a rather long knife from amongst the hot embers. He
puts it against my forehead; a slight hiss is heard as the hairs near the knife
are singed off. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I awaken from my dream. Beads of sweat roll from my face. I
feel the still singed hair falling onto my forehead. I am hungry. I figure the
robin must have some source of food so I start paying attention the vegetation;
nothing for miles, but then, I find a bush. It’s unlike any bush I have ever
seen before. The flowers are a mix of pink and red. The leaves are almost
triangular, dark green with a spotted yellow underside. Dotted amongst the
branches were tiny blue berries that formed in small clusters. I pull some of
them off. Fragile they nearly puncture in my hand. I place them in my mouth and
begin eating. Their sweet juice flowing through my tongue. As I step away from
the bush I look behind me; that lone robin - perched among the branches of the
tree overshadowing me - was staring at me as he always does. He was staring at
me! What did this bird want? I try to jump at the branch in an ill-fated attempt
to scare away the bird. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I walk away from the tree, still staring at the bird. After
the bird has become a small speck in my vision, I turn around. I reach a hill
and began trekking up it. I reach the top. I look on for miles, still not a
single sign of life other than that lone robin. I don’t know why it freaked me
out – the robin staring at me that is. When I was younger and I felt alone, a
robin visited me even in my darkest of times. It was my only friend sometimes
as a kid. Then one day it stopped showing up by my window.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I go to rest under a tree. In my sleep I dream of the pit
again. <i>My tormentor is unbinding the
ropes that held me to this chair. I get up feeling limp. My tormentor places a
finger in a still open wound in my shoulder. I scream falling to the ground.
Too weak to move; I watch as my tormentor walks towards the chamber door.
Pulling out what looks like a body. Most of it is destroyed. My tormentor drags
it close to me. My eyes widen in horror as I see the face of my mother; her
ashen face still barely twitching from whatever tortures my tormentor had given
her. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I awaken from my slumber screaming! A tear forming in my
eye, I look up as I wipe it away. I see the lone robin staring back at me. I
couldn’t stand moving I was too sad. I curl myself up and try to get back to my
sleep. I don’t even care that the robin is stalking over me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As fate should have it, I fall back to sleep. But fate can
be a cruel mistress. And I am haunted by another horrid nightmare! <i>Things are different. The room had been
illuminated by candlelight. My tormentor whose face is still masked from my
vision finishes what he had been telling me earlier. I assume he tells this to
all his victims before he finally ends their lives. He says in a soft voice: </i>“when
we feel enough pain, we become numb. At this point we would be invincible if
not for one thing! We’ve nearly reached the point of death by this time. But
some say that emotional pain can bring us into something much darker. Soon we
are no longer able to feel ourselves; we are no longer who we once were. And
sometimes when the pain becomes unbearable, we put ourselves in a world of
dreams and old memories, with nightmares of the reality we face.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-53305216778657996372013-03-30T08:37:00.001-07:002013-03-30T08:37:14.125-07:00On The Way<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The year was 1930, and I was just about to buy a bus ticket. When I gave the awkward looking man the money for the bus ride he asked me a quick question, “What’s your name boy?” I am a very shy person so I stood there and gave him a stare. “My names James” I said. He nodded his head and gave me a signal to go sit in the back. Considering it had taken me several trips to go for a bus stop, I was very tired so I thought I’d take a quick nap and then sit and wait after. Except it wasn’t just a nap, I slept for a very long time, checking the time I soon realize I’ve been sleeping for about 3 hours. By about an hour I would expect the bus driver to wake me up and ask for more money, fortunately for me he didn’t. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went to speak to the man and he seemed very quiet, as well I noticed everyone on the bus had got off. I stood over the bus driver, his pale face which was oddly more pallid than it was when I walked in. “Are you ok?” I said. Being curious was always what got me in trouble in some way. He never responded and kept his eyes on the road like he never even noticed me. Soon we stumbled into a town, on the map it said we were somewhere in providence. “Weird, I never asked to pass through providence” I thought. I looked back and asked “How did you know I wanted to go through providence?” Again he didn’t respond so we kept going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Finally we stopped at a bus stop which relieved me because I didn’t want to stay in a vehicle with this weirdo. I walked out and thanked the man even though he probably wasn’t going to reply, but when I got off the bus he said something in the creepiest voice imaginable. “Good luck”. Before I could speak he closed the doors and drove as fast as he could go, that man was such a creeper I couldn’t believe it if he actually had friends or even a girlfriend. I walked around until I found a house with a mailbox that stated “The smiths”. Strange that name is so common but I decided to talk to them and maybe ask of a place I may stay for a while. I knocked on the door which seemed to be a long time before a little girl answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the rudest way possible she asked “Something you need?” I hesitated to answer because the way she looked at me was like she was demonized. “Hi I’m James, are you parents’ home?” She rolled her eyes and spoke the words “Get over here”. How obedient and bratty I thought she was going to get her butt whooped until her father stepped in and ignored her. “Yes what?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m on my way to Greenville and was wondering since its getting dark out if I could stay in and have dinner with you fine people”. (Did I mention being a suck up was always my way as well?) He looked at me all around and finally just hand signaled me in. I saw a very boring style of a house; nothing was out of order except the shoes I removed. I was surprised to not see toys or dolls from the little girl but nothing was here. I was creeped out and as soon as I heard their mother calling for dinner it scared me even more. Considering that she didn’t sound like a human being at all. I sat down at the table enjoying this food that seemed to plain I decided not to be curious about it. “So is this town nice here?” I say as soon as I scarfed down that non mixed rice. “Well we don’t talk to people like you about that because you’re an outsider who needs to visit aba…” She is stopped by the father and they go into the room to talk, then a boy walks out in perfect clothes and fresh shoes. “Who the hell are you?” He asks in a disrespectful way. I didn’t answer but instead found the guest room and slept.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The next morning I tried taking off only there was one problem, I couldn’t. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were holding me there because of very little things like “Oh you need to eat” and “but you need clean clothes”. Finally I told them I’m leaving and they got furious. The boy raised his tongue upwards and something came out of his mouth I look to see it was a rat. I was freaked out so I ran out of there. Only to see a mysterious castle. On the side were gargoyles and other horrific stuff that gave me the chills. I went closer but then I realized the mailbox had the words OPEN instead of “The smiths” on it. I opened and found a bible bookmarked to the chant to get demons out of the bodies. I thought about it. What’s wrong with this place?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went into the castle trying to remember the shout and what to say if I encounter any demons. Soon a man walked out which looked like a king of some sort and was red eyed. “What brings you here mortal”? Mortal he is a human too, but those words didn’t make me so confident about it. I looked at him and said “are you the one who has tormented this so called town?” He replied with <br />“Very well then leave or be possessed.” His eyes were pure white with no pupils. I then chanted "We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects...” Before he could be halfway finished he screamed and begged for mercy. I continued: “Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you... stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation...”<br /><br />I then spoke these words of the chant “Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation...<br />Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name... which causes hell to tremble...<br />From the snares of the devil, deliver us, O Lord. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty; we beseech Thee to hear us." The demon screamed as he was getting burned and melted but before he melted he sent a demon Alabam, to possess me soon I was fighting for my life but I knew it was too late so I let god take me in and let me die a possessed man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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~Ricky Wilson</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-85239398331907784542013-03-28T18:41:00.000-07:002013-03-28T18:41:49.025-07:00The Well<br />
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You pushed me down the well<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope you have fun in hell<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was the day I fell<o:p></o:p></div>
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Which was the day I felt<o:p></o:p></div>
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It scared me I must say<o:p></o:p></div>
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Knowing I would die today<o:p></o:p></div>
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I woke up like I would<o:p></o:p></div>
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And looked to where my table stood<o:p></o:p></div>
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I put on my clothes<o:p></o:p></div>
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And put food on the stove<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was feeling restless<o:p></o:p></div>
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Much like how you were relentless<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you were beating me senseless<o:p></o:p></div>
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I cried hoping I would wake up<o:p></o:p></div>
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But was without luck<o:p></o:p></div>
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As it was not a dream<o:p></o:p></div>
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All I could do was scream<o:p></o:p></div>
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I collapsed from pain<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blood coursing through my veins<o:p></o:p></div>
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My heart racing; I said to myself<o:p></o:p></div>
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That at least you’ll burn in hell<o:p></o:p></div>
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It all seemed rather dire<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you decided to burn me in the fire<o:p></o:p></div>
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You suspended me from a wire<o:p></o:p></div>
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But when the fuel would not light<o:p></o:p></div>
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I looked in your eyes and saw fright<o:p></o:p></div>
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You knew it would not burn<o:p></o:p></div>
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I broke free from the wire I was held by<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now it was my turn<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled looking sly<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pulled out a knife<o:p></o:p></div>
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And begun to slice<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your skin so smooth<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s a shame I’ll cut all the way through<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was a pleasure knowing you<o:p></o:p></div>
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But in the middle of the cut I noticed something<o:p></o:p></div>
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You had no fear<o:p></o:p></div>
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You felt no agony<o:p></o:p></div>
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I realized that as I cut… I was just like you<o:p></o:p></div>
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Broken and numb<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then I sat down<o:p></o:p></div>
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Right there next to you<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your body seemed lifeless yet warm<o:p></o:p></div>
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Had your soul finally been torn?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt your heart and there was a beat<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I looked down and noticed a twitching of your feet<o:p></o:p></div>
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I threw the knife down the well<o:p></o:p></div>
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Deep into the darkness it fell<o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard a splash that echoed faintly<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the surrounding world turned quiet<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt a sense of safety<o:p></o:p></div>
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That withered away quickly<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the sky began to pour<o:p></o:p></div>
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And my body was feeling sore<o:p></o:p></div>
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The air felt warm and damp<o:p></o:p></div>
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I dragged you under the well<o:p></o:p></div>
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Under the cover it was arid<o:p></o:p></div>
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But then you awoke<o:p></o:p></div>
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From fear I started to choke<o:p></o:p></div>
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For that look in your eye was horrifying<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I began petrifying<o:p></o:p></div>
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The way you seemed to see my soul was terrifying<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gasped and began to fall<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached out hoping to grab hold of the wall<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nevermore will I see another day<o:p></o:p></div>
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The light began to fade<o:p></o:p></div>
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The farther I fell<o:p></o:p></div>
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The closer I felt<o:p></o:p></div>
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To the end of my suffering<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you had let me live<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe I would confess my sins<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe I would have changed for the better<o:p></o:p></div>
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Or I would have stayed worse<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it’s best for me<o:p></o:p></div>
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For me to no longer be<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thought back on these moments<o:p></o:p></div>
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They were no longer of torment<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew I would get what I deserve in hell<o:p></o:p></div>
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And honestly I’m glad I fell<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-55205337028703593922013-03-06T18:59:00.003-08:002013-03-06T18:59:33.983-08:00The Artist<br />
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It was all over the news; a serial killer in my home state
of Washington! The killer travelled around the western side of Washington,
towns like Renton, Seattle, North Bend, and so on. I was watching the news in
my apartment; they called him the Evergreen Killer. The police would not
divulge the details of the killings; all they could say is that he had an
artistic mind. Great I thought; there are tons of artists in Washington. In
addition the police revealed that the reason for these killings may have been a
period of depression he recently went through; maybe his art being resented by
someone he cared for, or not being seen. I noticed that as the police continued
on they mentioned artist a lot. This got me curious; I searched for body
artists in Washington. Assuming that the killer did some sort of artwork on
their body. Then I cross referenced any with medical experience. There was a
list of about 180 people. Maybe my list was wrong but I decided to email the
list to my friend at the police department. Since the killer had crossed
multiple county lines the FBI had come to work with each of the lead
departments. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My friend replied back saying that the FBI’s lead
investigator loved the idea, and greatly narrowed the search. I had been
training to be a detective but during my studies in criminology I got
interested in other things. I knew I liked solving things but I got interested
in solving problems for computers; they seemed so much easier to use than the
real world. My father had been a psychiatry teacher at the University of
Washington. In fact that’s why my family had moved to America when I was 3
years old. We came from Ireland and I would always visit my cousins there every
year or two. My mother had found a job as a waitress for a restaurant. My
parents were very kind, and always pushed me to exceed in the things I do; but back
to the point. My friend at the police department told the police about my
theory and they recruited me to help consult on the case. At first I was
hesitant, but after I had a few hours to talk it over with my friend at the bar
he finally convinced me to join the search. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I had gotten over my hangover the next day I packed up
my stuff; computer, notebook, sticky notes, etc. I went over to the police
department to talk with the lead investigator from the FBI; his name was Mark
Finley, he solved the country’s most recent serial killer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>The Mad Dog they
called him. He would use the head of a dog that the teeth were coated in saliva
with rabies. After he killed his victims he would bite into the neck of each
victim. Mark had figured out that he was mad that his sister when she was two,
died from getting bit in the neck by a mad dog. He had been looking over
newspapers about dog attacks and found the story about a group of people who
were killed by a rabid dog. One of the relatives; an older brother, had witnessed
his sister get bitten by the dog. The evidence of this wouldn’t have been
strong enough to support his claim, but he found an article about him getting
put into a mental institution for anti-social personality disorder which he was
later assumed cured of and released. This evidence held up for the judge and a
search warrant was issued. No one in the neighborhood had any dogs. This was
their final clue so they found the guy and he had heard them coming. When the
FBI invaded the house he jammed his head into a bear trap and it ripped a large
portion of his neck out and he bled out minutes later.</i> <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I was told my idea had possibly narrowed the search
they gave me all the details about the case and my own little cubical to set up
what I was working on. They told me all the cities that the killer had attacked
in. I mapped each one down, looking for a pattern and saw nothing. My friend
the detective came and we talked over possible things about the killer. Just
then Mark came back into the building and said “detective Stevens I need to
talk to you.” And with that my friend left the room. His name was Jacob
Stevens, I had known him since high school, we went to college together to
study criminology and then we each went our separate ways. We still stayed in
contact; and would often talk about the projects we were doing. After Jacob had
gotten back, he gave me the photographs of the crime scenes. Each body was
found in a random place, and a picture was found at a separate location. The
pictures were painted with their blood and their skin as his canvas; this was
one truly sick mind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first picture was the picture of a skull; the blood
seemed to smear upward; that’s when I got it. The painting was done upside
down. The guy must have a high I.Q. to be able to draw things such as that. The
skull seemed very detailed; I am able to count the teeth on the skull, and can
see the part where the cartilage that connects the nose to the skull had been
really detailed. This guy was so artistic; it’s a shame he had to waste this
talent on murdering people. I look at the other pictures, I see an angel, and
the angel seems to be holding something; it looked like a decapitated head. I
can see the layers of feathers on her wings that are so boldly drafted. On her
face you can see how he parted the blood to make it seem as though a tear
formed from her eye that breezed down her face to the side of her cheek; it was
so unique. The third picture I saw seemed different. It seemed like he was
painting a death instead of something that was dead. He painted a being
reaching out to the sky, used the dripping technique to make it seem like his
body was exploding upward, his face was detailed enough to see a crying
expression. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There were more paintings, despite how intriguing they were
to look at; I just could not stand to describe them any further. They were
beautiful yet full of some sadistic evil. I didn’t want to think about them
anymore. Jacob told me I should take a break; I go across the street to the
Starbucks. In Washington it seems like there’s a coffee shop on every corner. I
got a normal cup of black coffee with sugar, paid and left. When I was walking
up the stairs I realized something; what if he was expressing something he
witnessed in his life? I ran up the stairs almost spilling my coffee as the
plastic lid wasn’t put on properly. I made it up stairs and told them my idea.
Look for events that involve those pictures. After about a day of searching
with two teams, we couldn’t find anything. I was dismayed at this. I felt
strongly that my idea had been correct. I collect news articles for the past 30
years from around the country. I set up a computer search algorithm on the
documents for certain text tags; still nothing. Then it happened. An angel
statue was destroyed, and a man was burned to death on the same day. No news
article about the skull… or any of the other paintings. I felt I was getting
closer. These events happened in Florida, it’s as if the killer – assuming
these events involved him – was trying to get away from it all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bring up my find to Mark and he puts it on a board for a
possible idea to look into. He assigns two agents to search for any
similarities between the two; other than that they were in the town. “Look for
similarities to the other paintings in nearby towns.” He told them. I said we
can probably narrow it down with people who were on the list that moved to
Washington in the past 20 years. The events in the newspapers took place about
twenty years ago. We shortened the list to about 25 people, strange I thought
it would be shorter by this time. We crossed off 2 of them because they were
dead now. One of them was documented at the site of the angel statue. None of
the remaining ones seemed to be related to the paintings, or stories.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day another victim was found. This victim’s body
was found half an hour later. The painting was of what appeared to be an
island, surrounded by an ocean filled with dead bodies. He must’ve used a
really small brush for such detail. The canvas was larger than his normal
canvas’s he made from the human skin. Instead of the fishing wire he usually
uses to stitch the skin together into a sheet; this time he used the victim’s
hair. The stitching in the middle formed words that made this sentence: “and
with death comes new life, the lost will be set free tonight.” We documented
this and were worried. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sunset had begun to fall, and we had no idea what to do.
There had been a multitude of missing person’s cases in the past year and we
did not know how many would be victims. We could tell from the circumstances
that this attack was going to be an escalation of the previous single murders.
During the next Seahawks game at the Seahawks Stadium right before the players
stepped into the field, an array of wiring pulls the dirt off the ground. An
entire canvas of skin with a painting of blood shows. Every single viewer of
this game is screaming. This image was being broadcasted live. I noticed the
game on television; that canvas must have been made from hundreds of bodies,
most importantly how did he place the painting there in such little time. The
painting was of two groups about to go to war with each other. Above that in
the horizon were the entity of death and rays of blood lightly splattered over
heading towards the being of death. The skin had made a natural sunset
appearance from the way the different skin colors formed. The FBI had made it
to the field in less than 10 minutes but at that point the entire nation was in
panic. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They had to bring helicopters to remove the painting without
damaging it. They had taken a team to look over every single detail on this
painting, there had to be some sort of evidence. After a day of searching all
that was found was parts of the painting that were written in human hair saying
random phrases such as “Be the one who brings the night, for you must do what
you know is right” None of the FBI psychologists and text analysts could depict
anything about the picture. It was as if he wasn’t human; at least in the
psychological sense of the word. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The idea popped into my mind when I was getting ready for
the night in the bathroom. I jumped to my phone and called Mark. I told him
“the killer would respond if we insulted his art on television. He had to
admire his work on the news, or the internet. We should convince an art critic
to explain the flaws in his drawings to lure them out.” Mark was impressed with
my plan and begun prepping for it right away. The next day at noon I turn on
the news to view the news post explaining the killer’s art works are just
amateur work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was hoping this was to pay off and not become a serious
mistake. I drove around Seattle, I couldn’t sleep. I’m going through my
thoughts when I realized, the killer always put his paintings around trash
dumpsters, or coffee shops. The only thought that could go through my head was <i>bad dreams</i>. Then I realized the killer
must be afraid to sleep. He must see nightmares with these images in his head;
that he is afraid of and they drove him into madness. He wanted everyone to
see, but he wanted to throw them away. I called Jacob and he told the station
my discovery. We look for anything depicting an artist that wants to get rid of
some of his works. We find only three; one of them was from the two guys that
we crossed out due to them dying. I noticed this and pointed it out to the rest
of the group. He must have been alive this whole time. “How do we find someone
who’s dead?” Jacob asked. Everyone looked around not knowing what to say. Mark
asks “how long has he been dead?” I say “let me check” and go to my files. He
died, three weeks before the killings started. He was in a fire that burned him
so much that his body was no longer recognizable. We got to the point where it
was obvious that the body was someone else. But now we were stuck with a <i>dead man</i> killing people. What could we
do? I left for another cup of coffee; Jacob came out and followed me and told
me not to get another cup. I asked why; he responded with. “Because you seem to
drink coffee when you’re nervous and you’re not putting as much input as you
could if you weren’t under the effects of caffeine.” I had decided he was right
and went back up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I was walking up the stairs with Jacob I felt a slight
perforate on my neck and then everything went dark. After what seemed like
seconds I awoke in a cold room. I look around and see a tray of surgical knives
and an array of strange looking tools. One I recognized from one of my
criminology lectures where the professor was explaining tools used to deal with
criminals in medieval times. I think the name of the tool was “The Pear of
Anguish” or something similar. It was stuck in one of the body’s larger holes
and then slowly expanded, sometimes over periods of days or weeks. Until the
body gives out from stress, and such symptoms as the jaw being removed if it
was placed orally; or other such injuries such as the legs are dislocated if
the Pear was placed lower. I could not see or hear Jacob; had he been the
killer the whole time? No I thought Jacob wouldn’t do something like this. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Moments later a man walks in; holding a paintbrush with red
drops dripping from the tip of it. The brush had dried blood along the shaft of
it. I look back up at him and see he has a white shirt with a rubber apron over
it. He has long black gloves, and he has black rain boots which were
surprisingly clean. I notice a mask over his face made of a black plastic or
rubbery substance. I look around the room again, just for any possible ways to
escape. I see nothing but plastic, hanging lights, rusty metal walls and a bare
concrete floor. There was no way for me to escape. I struggle but nothing happens.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was stuck, suspended in that position. I tried shaking
hoping it would loosen something. Nothing happened. The man takes his knife and
begins cutting around my left thigh, I scream as loud as I can. He steps back
and gags me and I’m shaking as violently as I can. He knocks loose one of the
levers on the cuff holding my hand in place and he doesn’t notice it. I bite
his neck and he goes into the next room to patch it up I assumed. I unlock the
cuffs that are holding me down and grab one of the tools on the tray. He comes
out and I stab him in the stomach and head to the next room in a limping
manner. I look and I see a door and go through it. I see the skin of Jacobs face
lying on the floor and I collapse with sadness and fear. I scramble to get up
just as the killer lunges at me and we scuffle. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I kick him off with my good leg and get up and start trying
to move; I slip in a pool of Jacobs’s blood which causes the killer to miss his
swing at me. I crawl into the next room and find a drawer. I notice a lock on
one of them; I take a screw driver and jam it into the lock breaking it. I open
the drawer and find a gun; a .44 magnum revolver. I check to see that it only
has one bullet. I must make my shot count or he’ll kill me. He comes running
towards me and I shoot. I missed! He lunges at me but I pull the desk down on
top of me; he pulls it off of me as I took the knife I grabbed earlier and stab
him in the chest. The crimson fluid flows from his body. I find my way outside
of the building and call the police; they arrive minutes later as I pass out
from blood loss. A week later I awake in a hospital bed. “I had survived” I
whisper faintly under my breath. <o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-55273925727042235672013-03-02T20:37:00.000-08:002013-03-02T20:37:00.504-08:00Dreams and Nightmares<br />
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I could not see. There was no light. I stumbled to get up;
at that moment I turned around. I saw a light, where was I? Under the light
there was a chair, just an ordinary wood chair that you’d see in many houses.
In fact I had one just like it at my house. I started getting closer to the
chair, as that happened I noticed screaming. The closer I got, the louder it
became. I backed away afraid of what would happen. Was I dreaming? I think I
was. I tried to wake myself up. Nothing happened. I turned away from the chair
and started falling. I landed in a hallway, what was that horrid stench? I walked
on towards the doors at the end of the hall. I see a room at the side of the
hall; it was my old school room from when I was a kid. The room was lifeless
except for two children in the spots of the two kids who died the year I had
that class. They turn around and look at me, their rotting corpses and
unblinking eyes staring at me they looked scared. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I turn away and run down the hall. I make it to the two
doors and try to open them. They were locked. I look back and see the lights in
the hall are turning off. A rush of adrenalin hits me and I am trying to break
through the doors. I run at them just as the lights turn off where I am and the
doors open. I was now in a cemetery. I see me and my family mourning over our
dead father as his casket is lowered into the ground. This memory brings tears
to my eyes, I wipe them off. The tears were blood! I jump back startled. I look
behind me seeing that I was surrounded by the graveyard. I run, I hear
suppressed moans coming from the ground. I run faster; the moans get louder.
The faster I run the louder they get until they become shrill cries striking
terror in my body. I made it to the gate, I opened it. When I walked through I
saw me in the past proposing to the wonderful girl who is now my wife. I tried
to get closer but when I walked into the garden there was nothing. Everyone had
vanished and all the plants were dead; their bright colors gone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I wished this dream would just end. It felt like I would
never wake up. I find myself falling again. This dream must be the punishment I
get for drinking too much and cheating on my wife the week before. When or if I
wake up I’m going to tell her what happened, and I’m never going to go to a bar
again! I try to walk home from where I am. Maybe if I go home I can wake up.
When I’m going home I pass the bar I was at. I pick up a brick and throw it at
the bar. The window shatters and the pieces of glass freeze as they are in the
middle of their plummet. In fact; everything but me freezes. The ravens in the
sky are no longer moving, the world has come to a halt. I try to move; all of a
sudden I am frozen. I close my eyes and count to ten hoping something will
happen. All of a sudden; a rush comes to my body as though waking up. I open my
eyes; I was in the room where I started! I move towards the chair, the
screaming starts. As I get closer the screaming gets louder and louder until it
becomes deafening.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I make it to the
chair and sit on it and then to my surprise the world around me disappears and
I wake up! But something seemed different. Everything was shadowy and seemed to
have a blur, as though a person’s hand waving while caught on camera. I stand
up and see my wife screaming and crying. It was almost like the screaming I
heard in the dream; without the crying. I look back at the chair and see myself
on the chair with my gun from our safe hanging in my hand and a hole through my
head. I remember now. I felt so guilty for cheating on her; I just couldn’t
take it anymore. I had taken the gun and shot myself because I couldn’t bear
the guilt anymore. I had ended it all; the suffering I thought. But now I
realize that after death there is nothing but a blackness that consumes you for
eternity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-84779343434387316612013-03-02T17:05:00.000-08:002013-03-02T17:05:11.610-08:00Heart of Shadows<br />
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Deep in the abyss of darkness lies the ashen remains of an
evil that once struck fear into the bravest of men; and caused suffering to
whomever lay in its path. An evil that bore fear unto death itself. As death
creeps upon its prey, slowly decaying a life until it ceases to exist. With the
sands of time counting down until the end, the lugubrious cycle of life. But
without adventure life becomes insipid. But with all adventure comes risk. What
greater adventure then ascending to the top of the world? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Six friends had travelled to Nepal for the journey of a
lifetime. To reach the top of the world with such intrepid mannerism; they had
begun their ascent unto the heavens. This kind of friendship they shared was
the friendship of a lifetime. They had all known each other since they were
just kids. Now as vibrant young adults they shared a bond that has survived
through thick and thin. As the group reached the base camp they were excited.
They sat around a fire and talked with anticipation. They could not wait to
begin the ascent. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day they were all well rested. Brandon was the
first to be ready; everyone knew he did it to make up for him being the
youngest. Britney helped pack up the rest of the supplies and they were off to
new heights. James noticed a part in the rocks and snow that made somewhat of a
path and they head up it. As they made haste up the mountain it began to grow
dark. Stacey stepped off the path and hit a chunk of ice. It collapsed and she
jumped back on the path. The group notices a large crevice had been exposed.
They walk over towards the edge and look down. They could not see the bottom of
it. “How far do ya’ think it goes?” Josh asked. Everyone looked down, even
though the sunlight was shining into the crevice from its position at sunset.
Strangely enough the sunlight did not illuminate the bottom of the crevice. The
group looks down again and feels a spine tingling chill throughout their
bodies. They moved away from the crevice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After hours of hiking the group had only made it so far up
the mountain. The snow and winds greatly reduced the distance they were able to
cover. Had it not been for the groups determination they would have given up
their daring journey right then and there. The group found sturdy ground, with
a magnificent view of the rest of the Himalayas; patches of green towards parts
of the bottom, with snowcapped mountains that reached high up past the clouds.
Without the lights of the city, and the high altitude, the stars had started
becoming visible on the opposite side of the sky as the sunset. This beautiful
sight amazed the group and petrified them as they were struck with awe. After
the group had finished admiring the world around them they began to set up
their camp. For even the sight of beauty wasn’t enough to mask the harsh
mountain climate. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day the group had climbed for around three hours
when they noticed something strange. They looked over and saw what appeared to
be a man, wearing only a black cloak that moved across the snow as if he wasn’t
even on the ground. As the being moved away from the group they lost sight of it
in the fog, but not before a gust of wind blew by; the air was thick and heavy,
unusual for the high altitude. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sleep had been hard for the group; each member was too
scared to sleep. The group was finally able to move on the next day, however
everyone was extremely tired. They had made fine progress the previous day, but
even so, must continue to head up the mountain as fast as they can; for the
journey is treacherous and the rations can wither away fast. But with this
danger comes an exciting thrill that slows the world around. Time is as if a
rushing waterfall that feeds into a lake freezing over; it has become stagnant.
As the group continues they are halted by an unearthly shadow passing over
them. They look to find the source, but nothing is found. Then they feel a cold
passing through them, though the air was stagnant. “What had happened?” Britney
asked. “I don’t know.” Josh replied. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The group just wanted to finish their journey; to be rid of
the things that bring them such fear. They continued to climb, until they saw a
small ravine in the ground. They look down; they see the being they saw
earlier. What they had noticed is that the cloak was not made out of any solid
material; it was a black fog that enclosed around the beings body! Seeing this
disturbed them, and they quickly moved on. They go around a part of the
mountain blocking their path, it sort of was like a boulder, but also as if a
separate mountain on its own; it blocked the path going up, so they had to
detour around. When the group made it around they noticed the being walking
towards them, they stopped and stumbled, two of them fell. They were paralyzed
with fear. The being grabbed James before he got up. Josh got up and ran; the
group followed with him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When they found another back road to climb the mountain they
directed up it. The group set up their camp, hoping that the being would not
find them. When they woke up the next day they smelt something awful. But what
was it? They get out of their tents and see James’s body naked; lying in the
ground with his arms to his sides. The blood had been removed from his body and
formed a hollow ring around him. It was a perfect circle and none of it touched
his body; they looked closer and see his eyes have been gouged out. They began
to freak out. They packed up camp in a hurry forgetting one of their tents.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They climbed, higher, the higher they climbed they began to
question the being. “What if it’s the spirit of someone who died climbing up to
the top and he must follow us to the top to be set free?” Britney said. She had
been one to research a lot of ghost stories often. “That’s absurd!” Brandon
said. Josh replied: “What if it is really a spirit or something?” and then
Bruce replied “Then we find a way to kill it.” But the group knew deep inside
them that evil cannot be killed; only suppressed and locked away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They climb higher, towards the end of the day; they have
ascended to a point where the top is visible. They decide to push on through
the night. Nothing seemed to be happening, and this is what worried them. They
make it to the top where they feel protected. They rest there and the next day
they begin the decent back down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As they descended faster than they climbed up; they had
already made pleasing progress. They had begun to set up their camp when a
chill ran down their bodies, almost as if ice being rubbed down their spines. They
looked around seeing nothing… just the desolate freezing terrain they were
surrounded by. The next day they continued their journey; the decent back home.
The group had made a significant amount of progress on their decent; they went
to sleep without seeing anything out of the ordinary. They woke up the next
day, or at least most of them woke up the next day. They saw Bruce and Stacey
frozen together hugging outside, their bodies’ upright and pale, covered in a
thin layer of ice giving their bodies a reflective shine without disturbing the
ability to see their faces. They were looking into each other’s eyes, whilst a
formed gasping expression was noticeable. Their bodies’ seemed thinner; then
the group looked down. A ring of blood was perfectly formed around their
bodies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The group began to run, but the snow made this difficult,
they hit a patch of ice and go sliding down the mountain side. They grab their
ice picks and use it to get a grip and stop sliding; they look up and see the
being standing over them; as the being stood over them the black smoke was
blowing to the side looking as if it waves flowing out from around the beings
body. The being had a necklace around his thin pale lifeless body; connected to
the necklace was a dangling heart blacker then the night itself. The heart was
still beating, though connected to nothing but the necklace. The way the skin
wrapped around his body, as if leather wrapped tightly around a chair, made a
majority of the beings skeleton visible; except for the part over its stomach
which seemed to have no muscle under it and no belly button on the center of
it. The being reached through Josh’s chest and pulled out his heart; he stood
there for a few seconds looking at what had happened, there was no puncture
wound. He collapsed and his body begun to slide down the ice and the blood
began to flow out of his eyes. It then blew away in the air, the same way the
black smoke blew from the beings body, a crimson stream flowing through the
air. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Brandon and Britney were all that was left; the being moved
away as they released their ice picks and continued to slide; they later got to
a point where they could get off the ice and continue their journey back on the
snow; they begin to get off but Brandon falls into a hole in the ice that is
made when he pulls his ice pick out. He falls into the ground, and lands on his
icepick. At that moment Britney could see the being down in the hole looking
down at his body. Britney began to run down, tripping every few steps; she
slowed to a walk when she realized she’d travel faster if she didn’t trip. But
even still she was worried, when she realized that she was near the crevice
that Stacey accidentally opened, she knew this was how that being had been
released. She yelled for the being, nothing happened. She waited and waited;
yet still nothing happened. She set up her camp and slept in her tent. She woke
up every few hours out of fear; and then at around midnight it happened. She
opened her eyes and the being was right over her, its face was extremely close
to hers, it screamed despite the fact it did not have a mouth; and she grabbed
the heart necklace, the being pulled back at her. She grabbed the ice pick and
the being pulled her towards the crevice. She takes the ice pick and swings it
at the beings head and it doesn’t do anything, she pulls it out and there’s no
wound. She realizes the black heart started beating faster, she rips off the
necklace and the being is hurt. The being is crawling towards her as she is
about to swing down on the heart with her ice pick. The being jumps on her just
as she hits it and they both fall deep into the crevice. As they reach the
bottom both their bodies are rendered lifeless and the being has been
vanquished. The smoke ceases to flow from the beings body. But at that moment
the heart laying knocked away from either of their bodies begins to beat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">
By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-61207260758463100292013-02-27T02:20:00.001-08:002013-02-27T04:54:57.858-08:00From The Trees<br />
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It was supposed to be an ordinary camping trip, deep in the
woods with no technology, just nature at its finest. But how were we supposed
to know what was going to happen? It started when our friend Jason Erhard had proposed
the idea to go camping in the woods. He told us to leave technology behind and
only bring the essentials for two nights. It seemed simple enough to us, we
enjoyed the idea of a break from social media and the complexities of life. When
Jason came to pick us up we were excited, we had grown up in a small town in
Oregon with a large forest near it that we often went camping in. In fact that’s
where we thought we were going. To our surprise Jason went passed the dirt road
to the place where most people camped. No problem; I just thought he was taking
us to an unpolluted part of the forest. But no, we drove along a highway for
many miles until we found a road that lead to a series of dirt roads that were
laid out almost like a maze. We had finally reached the edge of a forest. We
got our supplies and started heading into this place that seemed so new and
frightening to us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After we had hiked a few miles we found a spot to set up
camp. Jason explained to us about how he heard some people saying that this
forest was amazing and really untraveled. “In fact they said it would be a miracle
if you saw someone else there.” Jason said. Anne Adelaide and Joshua Yong set
up their tents while Jason was telling us really goofy scary stories. I became
tired quicker than the other’s. I’m very sleep deprived from my insomnia. Some
nights I just get tired but I just keep waking up. Jason used to always joke
about how I’d someday go mad from all this sleep deprivation. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was only our second day but we didn’t pack enough food,
we began to head out of the forest. Everything seemed different heading back.
The trees seemed thicker and the path seemed longer; unlike the rides home
after visiting family or friends. We began to lose our way. That is if we had
not already. “Don’t you know how to get back?” I asked Jason with a slight knot
in my throat caused by uneasiness. We were lost.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jason set up camp and decided that we can get some rest and
try to find our way back the next day. It had been three days after that where
we gave up hope. We were starving. We knew we would have to eat something soon
or we would die. The aching of hunger had kept me up for the past nights and I
knew I wasn’t myself anymore. My ideas for survival were beginning to be really
disturbing. But maybe they would work. “No they couldn’t” I told myself. Knowing
it was pointless; if I didn’t do it one of the others might before me. I had to
kill the others. I know cannibalism is messed up but I need to survive! <o:p></o:p></div>
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I took my knife and as the group slept I killed them off one
by one. I had killed them. What kind of monster had I become? I killed my own
friends to ensure the possibility of my survival. But there was nothing I could
do now except finish cooking the bodies. I prepared the bodies quickly; just
taking chunks on a stick and roasting it over a fire. Now that I had eaten I
could get some sleep. Sleep was what I needed. I fell asleep; in my sleep I
began to sweat, I was tossing and turning. This nightmare was killing me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I was in a white room
with my friends. Had we died? My friends began looking at me and then looking
at each other. They took me over to a dining hall, finally something to eat!
They brought the cows and pigs out; many animals to eat. The dining hall
had many foods to choose from, fruits from all over the world, bowls of gravy,
and so much more. The animals that had
been brought in began butchering themselves alive and forcing themselves onto
the plates. My friends ate them raw and as I looked down at my food it had the
face of one of my friends and I screamed.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I screamed and woke up. What a horrid nightmare. I knew that
would not be the last time I saw that dream again. When the sun had risen enough
for me to travel by its light, I was ready to try to get out of there. I gave
my friends a proper burial and got ready to go on my way. I knew that it would take a few
days to find my way back, and I knew my life would never be the same. As I was
packing up I heard what sounded like voices. Yes they were voices! I started to
tear up, my friends had died for no reason… and it’s my fault! <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I got home I stayed isolated. I didn’t talk to my
parents, I didn’t visit Facebook, and I didn’t talk to my friends from class.
For the next two weeks I was desolate. The worst part was that I couldn’t get
the taste of human flesh out of my mind. In my math class I had my mouth
resting on my arm and I was sleeping, the teacher woke me up and to my surprise
bit a piece of skin out of my arm and swallowed. The teacher sent me to the
nurse who gave me a bandage. I went back to class and felt somewhat relieved after
eating my skin. What was happening to me?<o:p></o:p></div>
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After school I raced home and locked myself into my room. I
started screaming into my pillow; what the hell was going on with me? I could
not possibly know; all that I knew was I craved human flesh. I traveled to the
community center that was always empty during the spring. I saw a kid that was
just a year younger than me, maybe sixteen, trying to break into the community
center. He was perfect; no one knew where he was. I came up to him asked him
for his screw driver and said “this is how it’s done” I took the screwdriver
and started working over the lock, made it do a snapping noise and he was
intrigued. He bent over closer to where I was working and I stabbed him in the eye.
I break into the community center and start the oven in the room used for the
cooking class my mother made me take. I start cutting pieces off him with my
knife. I slice deeply taking all the delicious parts of his body. I began to
cook the pieces of his body in the oven. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard police sirens outside, this was not uncommon but due
to my circumstances it was troublesome. I look at the door to make sure it was
locked. At that moment I realize the door had a silent alarm on it. I become petrified
in fear. The police break down the door, I’m still cutting the body; an officer
takes a shot. I look down; I’ve been hit. A recollection of the events in the
last few weeks leading up to this event flashes before my eyes as my last
minute on earth passes; and my body becomes lifeless.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-48405925711976408722013-02-25T22:03:00.002-08:002013-02-25T22:03:26.560-08:00I Can Prosper<div class="MsoNormal">
It was a Friday night. Like always I was sitting on Facebook
waiting for those comments like “Hey Butt face” or “You know nobody likes you
right?” I would cry, but no tear will shed because I just felt too dismal for
it and lay on the ground and lay there thinking about how my life is a living
hell. I heard my mother scream down the kitchen and tell me that dinner was
done. I got the strength to get up and walk down stairs as slow as possible. I
took a step and sat in the chair closest to the kitchen, my dog which is one of
the only things I care about aside from my mom. “So how was school today Hun?”
My mom said but she must’ve known how it was. “Like always, I get shoved into
the lockers and get threatened unless i give them my lunch money”. My mom
looked at me surprisingly like it never happens, then she finished her dinner
and went to her room to smoke cigarettes and text to escape all her problems,
including me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As an adult I still remember that terrible night when I went
to the movies with my crush, Jimmy Thomas. Being gay is one of the reasons why
I always got bullied, as well because of the way I dressed and how I loved my
education. So anyway we went to see the new movie I forgot what it was called since
it was so long ago. And some jocks were going to coming by. “Hey homos how are
you doing today?” They laughed. I was infuriated so I decided today was the day
to stand up to these jerks. “Hey is there something wrong with my sexuality, I
don’t know what your problem is but were trying to enjoy our night why don’t
you leave us alone”. Jimmy was shocked that I finally said something to those
asses. “Why don’t you make us” then he took a big shove on me, I punched him in
his face and his friends took me and threw me in the bushes. All I saw after
being shoved was them taking Jimmy and left.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day I found
him by his locker trying to cover his face but I could see a bloody lip. “Hey
are you o...” he stopped me and yelled, trying to embarrass us. “SHUT UP AND
LEAVE ME ALONE” he ran away and hadn’t talked to me about it for a while, in
fact he hasn’t talked to me in months, and then it happened. On a Monday
morning I was walking through a hall near period history, I walked inside and
felt weird because Jimmy wasn’t there. He had never been sick and I had never
been in class before Jim. As I walked inside; a guy probably a senior ran past
me and he looked like Nathan landrace, the kid who shoved me into the bush.
Then I heard it on the microphone for the announcements, I thought it was going
to tell us lunch today and stuff like that, but it was the principal that
sounded serious; “Attention students of the school a boy named Jimmy Thomas was
found on the floor about ten minutes ago, he is not breathing and hasn’t
responded to the shock charges. He is presumed dead.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn’t believe
it; the one out of the three people I actually liked has died. He almost felt
forlorn, this incense pissed me off. After about a week after his death my
mother told me the news that my dog had died. Then I went to live with my
grandparents because about three months later my mom died of a cancer she never
told me about. I was crushed that all three things I cared about had died. The
rest of my high school years I never talked to anyone, nobody bullied me
anymore but I still felt scared. After graduating college I became a police
officer to build up courage, I made more friends and was a few months away from
being sheriff and I started to have a terrific life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then it happened. I was looking on Facebook for new ad on
how to help his foot odor when he discovered he had been messaged, Jared
Nelson, a man who he had been most scared of as a kid. He messaged him saying
“Hey I want to make up for how I treated you in middle school, meet me at the
Chinese restaurant on Houston Street”. I decided to let bygones be bygones and
visit him for lunch. I met him and he told me about his problems and how he was
gay and came out of the closet to his dad, and how his dad left and he never
saw him again. So I brought him into my house and offered him a drink. He
accepted the drink and passed out asleep. So I sat there watching TV waiting
for him to wake up, then I thought about how he used to shove me into the
locker and took my lunch money. I was furious now so I walked into the kitchen
and grabbed my butcher knife I use on thanksgiving. He awoke at the time I was
cutting his legs off, I had already finished his arms he took so long to wake
because the alcohol had numbed him, and he screamed so I ripped his jaw off and
let him bleed out in the garbage can.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After that I started to kill more. Not just any people, I
killed all the people who bullied me in school and I did the same thing every
time, cut their arms and legs off and broke their jaws off and left them in
trashcans, Except I now did it near different hotels every time. I remember
what had happened when I was a boy and how my crush Jimmy had died, I didn’t
know how and I couldn’t remember, so I visited the school met my old teachers
and then I talked to the principal about the death and what happened in the
video. The principal let me see the video for the first time and I saw
something that changed my whole life and a sense of melancholy rushed through
me when I saw him getting into a fight with the kid who ran past our class,
Nathan landrace. I was so mad I stormed out of the room with a feeling to
actually kill not because I want to, but because I have to. I looked him up on
Facebook and messaged him saying we need to talk about middle school meet me
near the McDonalds by the school, the one with the alleyway. We met there where
he addressed me as “homo” I could see he matured (sarcasm). “A little birdy
showed me the video of what happened that day at middle school when you killed
Jimmy; I am pissed at you and I want to strangle you right now, But no… I will
let you suffer”. Then non surprised Nathan pulled out a knife. I pulled a
pistol and shot him in the knee four times; he lay on the floor and was
screaming so I broke his jaw off immediately. I removed the arms and legs and
then I felt happier in life. I lived on to be a folk hero among that towns
people, and had a lovely husband, raised four kids and three dogs, and had a
great and magnanimous life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Ricky wilson</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-62926161958568871332013-02-24T05:51:00.001-08:002013-02-24T05:51:34.799-08:00Roses Are Dead<br />
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It was a warm windy day I was inside watching TV. My parents
and older brother Kevin were out shopping. It took unusually longer than normal
for my parents to arrive home. When they got home they were soaking wet and
they told me that there was a car accident and Kevin didn’t survive. After four
years I saw my parents get killed by an intruder. After that I pushed myself to
survive through high school and get a job. I didn’t kill anyone for a while; I
don’t know what caused me to kill them. It just seemed to happen after a while.
I was living at my house and one night, I stayed up late, and went out. I
worked at a romance store that sells items to help with relationships. I
unpacked the shipping deliveries so occasionally I could take an item without
anyone being suspicious. This time I took a rose; to me it signified my name,
for my last name is Rose. I took a heart necklace and broke it in to two
pieces. I put one in each pocket. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After work I took a knife from my kitchen. It wasn’t the biggest
knife, it was just the way the blade glimmered that attracted my attention.
That night I went out and found a girl, she was alone; so beautiful. She had
long silky blonde hair that gleamed in the moonlight; her dress fit her body oh
so perfectly. I talked to her and went home with her. I caressed her body as
she did with mine. As we began to undress a rush went through my body I grabbed
the knife from my clothing and stabbed into her throat. The blood poured out,
the crimson stream flowing down her body. I took the right half of the heart
necklace from my right pocket. I left to my car and grabbed a rose; I carefully
placed it symmetrically on her body. After that I went home, I cleaned the knife
as best as I could. I couldn’t understand the feeling I had from taking someone’s
life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After a couple of weeks rolled by I had gathered up my knife
again. I took a necklace and rose from work and placed each item in their
rightful positions. After work I began driving around the town. I noticed a few
girls but none seemed to catch my eye. Then I noticed a brunette girl. She was
different, not so much as attractive but the way she dressed. The clothing she
wore was so unique; the bright colors drew so much attention. I started a
conversation with her and coaxed her to come with me. I drove her to a group of
houses that were recently built and have not been lived in yet. I brought her
inside one house and stabbed her neck. I placed the right side of the heart
necklace in her neck, and cautiously placed the rose over her chest. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never understood why I did it. I always felt so guilty
after taking a life. I just seemed to do it. It was like a dark part of me that
I could not control. As if something burned deep inside my soul. I killed two
more women before I saw the news report of the Rose Bed Killer. After that I had
left myself at home for a couple days feeling so guilty; but later forced the strength
to get back to work. After all I just had to unload packages. I worked for a
few more days then I saw her; she was so beautiful. I just had to meet her. I
heard my brother’s voice saying “don’t do that” as I was aimlessly looking over
at her, then a crate fell and I had escaped it just in time. I picked up the
contents of the crate… strange; there was a heart necklace there. The necklace
must have been misplaced. I took it and cleaned up the mess. I decided not to
take a rose this time. Instead I went to a flower shop and bought a dozen roses.
<i>Tonight will be sleepless</i> I thought.
That night I took my knife placed the dozen roses in my car. Took a collection
of heart necklaces I stashed away and drove off. The night was young; I coaxed
a pair of girls into meeting with me. I killed them both and followed my
process. Each motion was like clockwork. I killed eleven girls that night; I
kept the twelfth heart necklace and rose and drove home. I pressed the rose in
a plastic sheet. I needed something to remember the night by. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A few days later I went to work. After a few hours I saw
some policemen questioning the store owner. He pointed at me; the police ran
towards me. They took me in. <i>What did I do?
</i>I thought. Then I remembered. I shouted “Oh god I killed them all!” the
police began to drag me towards a cop car. At that moment I knew my life was
over. I was taken in, questioned, but the questions made no sense. They asked “why
did he kill them” I answered “I killed them because I wanted to” I had no idea
what they were talking about. They locked me in a room and after a while I was
placed here in this room. I was told to explain my story. “Why am I not in jail
right now?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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A man walks out of the interviewing room. He walks over to
the police and says “he’s apparently blocked his brother’s actions from his
mind and viewed his life from partial points of view from his brother. It all
started when his brother killed his parents and told him about it. He couldn’t
comprehend what had happened so he had created an illusion of a life. When his
brother killed he followed him; witnessing his murders he viewed them as his
own.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Written by: Kylan Walker</div>
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Concept by: Kylan Walker & Ricky Wilson</div>
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Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-32696769103380377522013-02-24T01:19:00.000-08:002013-02-24T11:09:13.593-08:00The Thing That Eats<br />
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It began in July of 1968; on a warm summer evening in rural
Texas. Mrs. Macready was sweeping the
dust out of her house when she heard a scream. She runs over to find her
daughter Betsy crying over her dead dog. Mrs. Macready said: “It was probably
coyotes.” Betsy asked: “Why did it have to happen to spot? He was a good dog.”
Mrs. Macready responded: “Sometimes bad things happen to good people, or
animals.” She then asked Betsy to come inside and wash up for dinner. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next day Mrs. Macready went into town. She met up with
Mr. Jenkins the town’s prosperous farmer. She asked him if he’d been having
trouble with coyotes recently. He responded with: “No ma’am I think this is
something much larger then coyotes, some of my cattle has been killed off.” She
said “Well what could it be?” Mr. Jenkins said “I don’t know, but whatever it
is, it’s big. I’m going to be waiting in my field with a shotgun in case it
shows up.” Mrs. Macready bought her groceries and headed back home. She got
Betsy ready for bed and tried to dial out the telephone to reach her husband.
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Mrs. Macready turns on the radio to listen to music. The
announcer says “…And that was ‘tip toe thru’ the tulips with me’ by Tiny Tim at
number seventeen on the popularity charts as of June 29<sup>th</sup>. Now for a
quick update on the weather. For the next few nights there will be a few meteor
showers visible over some parts of Texas for the next few nights and the next
few days are looking very clear. Now here’s ‘2,000 Light Years From Home’ by
The Rolling Stones.” Mrs. Macready checks out the window, sure enough she could
see those beautiful streaks of light in the sky. She goes to her room, sets out
her clothes for the next day and goes to bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mrs. Macready heads into town with Betsy, she looks for Mr.
Jenkins who’s always there on Friday. And more importantly it was the first
Friday of the month; he always delivered some form of food to the town market
on the first Friday of every month. Mrs. Macready went over to the town’s
grocer, Mark Gutenberg an immigrant from Germany during the Second World War.
He moved here when he was young but despite that he still talked with a slight
accent. He told Mrs. Macready that Mr. Jenkins had not shown up today. After a
few hours of waiting Betsy was getting restless, she went off to play in the
forest. Mrs. Macready thought it was okay because the creature seemed to only
come out at night. She goes in the forest; after about half an hour she runs
out screaming. Some of the town’s folk come running. Betsy points at the forest
and then starts crying. Some of the men grab their rifles out of their trucks
and head into the forest. There’s a dead cow, and bloody shoeprints heading off
into the forest. The men follow them; they see old Mr. Jenkins Lake. It was
completely empty. They notice that the blood tracks turn off around the lake
and back into another part of the forest. The men follow them a ways until they
find a pool of blood. One of the men notices a drip, and looks up. He looks
frightened and stares, the other men look up and see Mr. Jenkins body mostly
ripped up and hanging on a tree branch. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The men head back to town and get a bag to bring back the
body, they tell the news to Mrs. Macready. She was a good friend of Mr. Jenkins
and she was stunned with disbelief; but when they brought back the body she
started crying. The men decided to call a town meeting at the rec center. One
of them said “we need to find this creature and kill it.” A few others agreed,
while yet a few others were afraid to find out what it was. The town members
eventually decided to go after the creature; and a group of men began gathering
weapons and flash lights. The men split up into groups of four and go out in
the forest. Some bring their dogs and have them sniff the cow hoping they’ll
track the creature down. The dogs pick up a scent and begin to run away in
cowardice. The men don’t bother chasing the dogs; they’re just determined to
kill this creature. One group heads off in the opposite direction the dogs had
run. They travel a while and then stop. They hear a noise that sounds like
something eating. They see a creature with bluish-green reptilian skin with
patches of bonier looking skin bumps around the joints on the limbs. The
creature had dark black eyes and a row of two inch spikes going along its
spine. When the creature sees the people it raises its spikes the way a cat
hunches its back before it pounces on a mouse. The creature takes a tremendous
leap towards the people, slashes the throat of one of the men and bites the
throat of another. One of them hides behind a tree as the creature pounces on
the third guy and starts eating out of his stomach as he’s screaming for help. After
the creature catches a scent of the other group it heads runs over there. The
guy waits until he can’t hear the creature anymore and leaves. He runs towards
the town, he hears screaming behind him. “There was nothing he could do” he
told himself. He ran to the town and told the people what happened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The men go after the creature with their hunting rifles. By
this time it was almost daylight, the find the mangled bodies of their friends
that went out before them. They follow the path the creature left in blood, and
find it resting on a rock. One of the men takes a shot at it; the bullet
shatters. The men look worried and run. The creature chases after them; two of
the men make it to town just as the creature catches up to them and notices all
the other people around. The creature begins massacring the townspeople. Mrs.
Macready takes Betsy and hides in Mr. Jenkins storm cellar. She goes up into
his house and locks the doors, she looks out the window. She looks at the tree
line and notices a shadow moving over them. She thought it was strange because
there were no clouds. She looks up and sees a giant metal saucer flying over
the trees. It was heading for Mr. Jenkins’ lake. She notices the creature run
toward it. She unlocks the front door and heads towards the ship leaving Betsy
in the house. The ship lands at the dried up lake bed; and she sees the
creature walk into an open ramp on the ship. She sees a group of black
creatures that look like men stowing the creature away in a cage. After the
ship flies off Mrs. Macready had no idea what to make of the events that
happened that day. Six months later Mrs. Macready was institutionalized for
delusions of an alien attack.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-83794281496763162652013-02-23T23:01:00.001-08:002013-02-23T23:25:44.576-08:00De- Evolution<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">About 150 years from the date April 11<sup>th</sup>, a group of people were lost in the forest, and needed to eat to survive, traveled into the woods for a birthday for one of their cousin Richie and brought a ton of friends were celebrating Richie’s birthday that night. “This is gonna be the best birthday ever” he thought. “Pack a lunch and be home by tomorrow okay” his mom said with disbelief to actually go out into Canadian woods. “Alright mom I will be home at exactly 1” Richie said with a big grin on his face. He met with Jayme’s mom who was riding her horse to pick him up. I could see Jayme and Mark in the back of the car, so I hopped in the back and we drove near the Canadian forest. There was a bunch of people with presents and teenagers bringing drinks to celebrate. Hundreds of tents were in boxes and people were ready to go camping, if they would've known what was ahead, they would've never gone in the woods.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After Jayme’s mom said happy birthday to Richie and gave Jayme a kiss they took off. Soon they went hiking out into a nice campsite where there were no problems what so ever, except for the dirty tables. “Today we celebrate the birthday boy year of 14” Mark said after getting on the table. Everyone laughed and the partying begun, everyone was excited. At about 3, the sheriff came to talk to the kids, they were alarmed for a second but then they calmed down. “The teens curfew up here is 2:30 it’s about 2:57 now, now all of you go in your tents or I’ll throw you out of here faster than you can say happy birthday”. The kids frowned and sighed a little but went into the tents to go to sleep, Richie, Mark, and Jayme slept in the same tent. “Thank you guys for the best birthday ever I’m so happy I could die”, unfortunately for him it wasn't a very good after birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When he awoke he felt a very bad headache waking up. He was shocked to open his tent to something that wasn't his campsite. It was in the forest but the trees were much higher and thicker they felt as if more fog like, and untamed with no domestication. He looked around for a second and thought he was in a dream, he wasn't; He awoke all the campers with his screaming and they all looked outside to see what was going on. They knew what was happening; in time of fate they knew somehow they had traveled to some place that nobody knows how they got there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They looked around and didn't see any wild life but sooner they started to get hungry. Unfortunately their food did not come with them so they had to start thinking on what they should eat. Richie took a few friends by him and told them that they should start eating the people that they didn't need, at first they denied eating a human being, but after about 5 days they rethought the idea, most of them started carving out wooden sticks with metal and told them that they found food and would stick a knife through their necks. They would take his head off and burn it because they could not stand to eat a brain, then they opened the bodies up ate some raw then the rest were cooked. Soon after that the people they didn't need died out and they knew they needed to search for food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After a few weeks they started learning how to find an animal and kill it easily with a weapon, after a while they got better and started learning to grab with their hands, soon they realized they couldn't age because of some kind of mutation due to the time portal, after sixty years or so they start to notice they don’t talk much so their development has caused them to lose their voice and start to make a new language by screaming in a kind of loud deep shout, their feet have gotten bigger, in fact no human foot could match theirs from years of stepping on rocks and bringing them to high places, they couldn't shave and they needed to be warm. They had coats but the coats couldn't fit since they have gotten to a height no man could reach due to the mysterious portal's radiation over the years after about 110 years they start to travel to different places. So if you ever see a giant creature they are known as <o:p></o:p>“Giganticus Erectus Robustus” or “bigfoot”. And if you do remember back to this story, a Bigfoot will tear your head off burn it and take your organs, due to being used to eating raw food for 150 years they get used to eating you raw, so watch yourself.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-33527003242799621262013-02-23T15:22:00.001-08:002013-02-23T15:22:26.811-08:00The Man With no Eyes (Part 3- final)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After he had that experience with the horrific beast that lies in that hallway, he sets off. It seems he’s been lost for days and his hunger was starting to grow. He thought about going back and eating the dead bodies until he stumbled into what appears to be a kitchen. He saw nice meat like beef jerky and ham from the other part of the store, he couldn’t resist so he chowed down until all that remained was some scraps and some condiments. He heard a door opening from a far; he noticed a large butcher knife sitting upon the desk next to the ham he had denigrated. He grabbed it and stood by the door, when the door was pushed open by the man who was at the cash register he slit his throat and grabbed his key to the way out. Unfortunately, he stumbles into another dark room, this time a man with the chair the opposite way of Henry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The man turns with his chair and looks into his eyes, again frightened by no pupils he soon runs at him, scared out of his mind he then comes and slashes him in the head with the butcher knife. The man is still standing his mouth open he takes one more look at the man’s eyes. He soon starts to obliterate his pupils, he was afraid to loose vision, but somehow he didn’t. He had no pupils but he could only see in red, knowing his purpose he walks out of the store and takes off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-25605958282063001012013-02-21T13:51:00.000-08:002013-02-22T17:00:25.693-08:00Malevolence<br />
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The story begins nearly five years ago. Frank Heisenberg was
just getting out of med school. He had his two year internship and was already
receiving a job offer at several local hospitals. Frank was excited for he had
worked hard to reach this point in his life. Even his divorced parents both
showed up. Frank hardly remembers his father, but after his father just stashed
away some of the reception food and left, all the hateful memories returned.
But today was too important for bad memories. After all the ceremonials his
mother came and congratulated him. Frank was happy to see his mother after all
these years. Two years later Frank had become a prodigious surgeon. He had
learned that his mother had fallen ill. She had fallen victim to an abnormally
slow developing blood cancer. The doctors gave her two years of survival at
most. Frank went home depressed over his mother’s state, and enraged that even
his dexterous surgeon’s hands he could not help her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For the next two and
a half years he visited her every month.
His next visit was a few days early, he brought flowers. As he entered
the room he found his mother lying comatose, and his father in the room
watching over her. There were two nurses there but Frank still blamed his
father for this. He finally mustered up the courage to ask what his father was
doing there. The nurse explained that the mothers will stated that Frank’s
father was to decide whether to pull the plug or not if his mother was to be in
a coma. His father signed the paper and they took her away. A tear formed in
his eye; his father was beginning to leave. Frank stood up and yelled at him. “How
could you, she was your wife!” Frank’s father replied “She left me and took you
away from me” Frank begin to form a tear in his eye, at that moment his father
gathered a cocky smirk on his face and pushed Frank aside and left. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When Frank got home he was mad. He took his car out and
drove; drove for hours. Frank found an old run down store. He noticed there
were no security cameras; rather just bars on the windows. Frank walked in and
noticed a clean and expensive looking knife kit. He asked the manager how much
the kit was. The price was $150 He figured he could afford it, he drives about
20 miles, and he drives fast. As he reaches an ATM a malevolent darkness seemed
to fall around him. He draws out $200 He heads back to the store, making great
haste. He buys the knife kit notices an extra pocket and places a surgical
scalpel in it. He drives home and hides it under a floorboard that reaches into
a crevice in his wall. He knows that no one but him will ever find the knife
kit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Frank went to work the next day, he did not have to perform
any surgeries. For the next week it seemed like no one needed surgery. The week
went slow for Frank. He spent the time grieving over his mother, and grudging
over his father. Frank went straight from work to the bar. He had never been to
a bar for his problems before. After he went home and sobered up, he realized
avoiding his problems was puerile. For the next few weeks Frank avoided
everyone. The only people he saw were the sedated bodies he was performing
surgery on. He only left his house to get supplies and for work. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A coworker of his stopped by to check on him, Frank opened
the door and she nearly gasped at his cadaverous appearance. Frank not knowing
what to do invited her in for coffee. She accepted Franks offer and looked
around. His house seemed clean, despite the gathering of dust. As if the house
was an image of a life that wasn't there. She was surprised at how hospitable
Frank was despite the fact he has avoided people for so long. She almost forgot
what she came to talk to Frank about; however she remembered when Frank sat
down. “You seem different, has something happened” She asked. Frank responded
with. “I’m fine, just getting over something with my family.” Afterwards they
talked about work. When she left she said “take care.” Frank became enraged by
how the coworker reminded him of his mother. He went to the loose floorboard
and got out the knife kit. He began planning. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He put the knife kit in his car. He went to sleep; he
decided he should be well rested. When Frank woke up the next day he went to
work. He performed his deeds in a seemingly new light. Frank planned his work
while doing a surgery. He looked at what he would have to do, and planned it in
his head. But he had to be careful because he was working with a person. Frank
went home. He precariously grabbed food out of his fridge. He just seemed so
different, as if waiting for something wonderful to happen. And he was waiting
for something wonderful to happen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When Frank had finished eating he got into his car. He had a
wide smile on his face as he drove carefully to the public trail entrance. He
found the little path he made when he was younger that lead up to his father’s
house. He was wearing gardening gloves, when he enters his father’s house he makes
sure to touch things, leave an imprint of the gloves logo. Then he finds his
father passed out drunk. He duct tapes his father to the bed quickly. He
reaches for a meat cleaver. He starts butchering his father in a way that resembles
how a butcher prepares a steak. He didn't cut with rage. He let the love of his
mother guide his cuts. He cut off his father’s left big toe. The same toe his
father broke on him when Frank was younger. This cut seemed different, as done
for revenge for him instead of his mother. When the bone was all that’s left he
snapped it off. He went in the trail behind; but before that, made sure the
front door was open. He then followed the trail to the tree with the hollow
spot under it. He stowed the toe away there and left. He drove home and had a
wonderful sleep. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When at work Frank marveled over the work he had done. He
played it over and over again in his mind. He had begun to socialize at work
again. Frank was happy. But after a few months, he had to do surgery on a man’s
toe. He began feeling guilty. Then he felt angry; then sad. But he reminded
himself why he did what he did. But then a warm feeling of happiness filled his
body. He finished the surgery. After that day he left his work claiming it was
to travel the world. He made it look as though he traveled to Europe. When he
does not return back people will look for him there, if they even decide to
look for him. But really he stayed, bought a mobile home and begun his journey.
To avenge his mother the only way he knows how. Frank visited a diner and
listened to the radio playing. The announcer said. “The FBI has begun a
nationwide manhunt for a serial killer who breaks off the left big toe of his
victims.” Frank smiled, tipped the waitress that looked like his mother, and
left. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Draethereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03695579752580583660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-87633558679185209722013-02-21T12:35:00.002-08:002013-02-21T12:35:46.521-08:00The Man With no Eyes (Part 2)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After getting hit in the head with a strange object he awakes in a freezer with dead bodies behind him, he feels the need to scream but he knows if he screams the guy with no pupils will come back and kill him. He knows if he stays in there any longer he’ll freeze to death so he smoothly moves past the bodies and breaks through the door. He looks around for a few minutes and he finds out he’s in an alley way completely blocked up with no fences to hop. He then sees a doorway; scared he sees someone unlocking the door he gets next to the door waiting for the man or women to open the door. The door opens and he lunges for a man and pushes him on the ground covering his mouth and says “shut your mouth or you die”, he went inside and found duct tape and tied up the man and covered his mouth, then he put him in the freezer. He soon leaves and comes into a mysterious room with all lights off; across from hallway he notices a little chair about the size of child’s chair, up above was a flickering light. Henry steps closer to the chair afraid he might get attacked by the man with no pupils. As he is about 5 feet away the light goes out. He is frightened enough to stool his pants. Soon he is about 3 feet from the chair and the light turn’s on, he freezes and is shocked to see a girl with black hair covering her face, she is wearing a shirt covering to her knees so he was sure she had no pants on, the man was starting to get aroused because he has gone to jail for molestation charges. He soon goes near the girl, the girl looks up to meet with his eyes; he sees she has red eyes. In a soft voice she whispers “go back” the man stands for a second until he notices the girl is about to say something else. Instead of a hollow voice that sounded like a little girl her voice changes to a man like voice that seems too deep, and speaks these words but louder: “GO BACK” soon he realizes she wasn’t a girl but some kind of demon. He watches as her mouth opens and blood poor’s out of her mouth but goes upwards, he soon knows he needs to leave.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-81208550682324029142013-02-21T00:12:00.002-08:002013-02-21T00:12:29.583-08:00The Man With no Eyes (Part 1)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was a dark night when Henry Pooler walked into the pharmacy. He had a T-shirt that said in quote “screw the blind”, he was a very hateful person. He walked up to the cash register and addressed the man behind the register, “Do you have some marijuana I have a medical disease” of course he was lying to get weed. The man gave him a tiny glimpse, “let me see your license”. The man dropped his I.D. and driver’s license on the counter; bringing a frown on the man’s face he said only these words: “you know what I mean boy”. The man looked at him and then looked back saying “do you know who the hell you’re dealing with”. The man took a step back and reached into his pocket, he soon grabbed a desert eagle and aimed it straight at the man’s head, and soon a guy with a hood closed up only revealing his face stepped into the room from a back door. ”You, step away from the counter or I’ll have your brains splattered all over the gum section”. The man only showed a grin near his hood, “you know we closed about 10 minutes ago, I suggest you leave or else.” The man did nothing but laughed, and aimed the gun at his forehead, pressing it against his head…. His hood fell off; soon he notices that the man has no pupils. Before he could get the feeling to run he couldn’t move… soon he realizes that his eye sockets are feeling more sensitive than they should, soon his eyes start to melt off of his face and then he starts to scream. While he is in the middle of freaking out he cannot see with his eyes and gets hit with a very hard object.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>By: Ricky Wilson</o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395569924698784142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135394669402827879.post-36533915748309009972013-02-20T23:41:00.001-08:002013-02-20T23:41:28.431-08:00Control<br />
There is a legend around here. At the dried up stream bed a curse was cast, so many eons ago. A curse of a man who's sons traveled and new generations formed, eventually they traveled to Mexico where the last of them stayed. The man knew that his death was going to happen, as though sensing the future. The man was to be murdered and cursed at this very stream. During the time its sweet juices overflowed out into the forest. The man was killed by a passing hunter. Though not any random hunter, but a religious teacher, and a spirit walker. He killed the man because the spirits had to punish him. And doing so he did, solely by the guidance of the spirits. As the hunter killed the man, the man looked up at the hunters eyes, which seemed hollow and empty, his vision was fading but not before realizing that there was no pupil in the hunters eyes. In fact, they were pure white. Not to the point of glowing, but a ghostly white that would haunt your soul at even a very glimpse of it.<br />
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The hunter then dumped the body into the stream and turned it red as a sign that man should not play god. As the spirits punished him to be a warning, but as well a savior to man. It is said that the man’s descendants predict a date of civilizations end. Modernly assumed to be the Mayan calendar, but no. That happens to be a coincidence as even though the man’s descendants were future Mayans, they never made that calendar. This calendar was said to be locked away in the dream realm. A world in which raw creation can be achieved by anyone. But as well not conceived by everyone. This world in which this calendar lay is the world that every dreamer enters to. And so since no one tries to let the dream world control them, they instead try to control it, they will never find the calendar. But the date is not important, but rather the where. This is because at this trail where the man died. Soaking his blood imprint on the world. Another life must be taken to save all of human life. To go beyond our instinct but instead to help others even though our life forces will be eaten away. When the waters dry up off this earth, life will start to wither, this is when a man must go alone to the stream bed and lay down his life so that the juice of his body will pour out, not as blood. But as water. Every time a drink is taken by a conceited man, the one who saved us all shall suffer. And the dilemma of humanity is that we are all conceited. Though his pain brings us life, the good things done will make him cry, not out of pity or despair, but out of joy, and the cries will bring rains to even the driest of places. Why? Because the man did what no other man will do. So he will achieve what no other man can. Control.<br />
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By: Kylan Walker</div>
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