From The Trees

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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?

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.

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.

By: Kylan Walker

I Can Prosper

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.

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.

 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.

 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.

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.

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.

By: Ricky wilson

Roses Are Dead

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.

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.

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.

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. Tonight will be sleepless 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.

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. What did I do? 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?”

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.”

Written by: Kylan Walker

Concept by: Kylan Walker & Ricky Wilson

The Thing That Eats

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.

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. The town’s phone lines were never very reliable when making out of town calls.

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^th. 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.

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.

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.

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.

By: Kylan Walker

De- Evolution

About 150 years from the date April 11^th, 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.

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.

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.  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.

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 “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.

By: Ricky Wilson

The Man With no Eyes (Part 3- final)

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.  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. 

Five years later: “This just in, women found with no pupils was found dead this morning”

By: Ricky Wilson

Malevolence

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

By: Kylan Walker

The Man With no Eyes (Part 2)

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.

By: Ricky Wilson

The Man With no Eyes (Part 1)

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.

By: Ricky Wilson

Control

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.

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.

By: Kylan Walker