Thursday, November 19, 2015
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
#blessed
Although there are many things in today's world that distract us from the important things in our lives, it is still important to hold on to, and be thankful for those things. These include family, friends, teachers, small-group leaders, or anyone else who makes a positive lasting impact on your life. These are the people you should not take for granted.
Blessed
I am thankful for the peace that we have here at home. All across the world, in some homes here, peace is a forgotten word. People have died dreaming of it, people die a little bit everyday hoping for calm, for the end of the storm. And every day that we are blessed with in which we live our lives in peace and freedom is a Blessing from God.
Motivation
The main purpose behind competitive activities in the classroom is to generate an environment where everyone is completely involved.
In so saying, naturally, it is imperative that teams are equal.
However, incorporating groups with unique qualities into the competition will give the individual team members additional incentive to achieve their highest level of scholastic performance. If you place a random group of people in a group, they will have a marginal level of identity within that group, i.e.. Group 1, Group2, etc.
If you place them in groups of people with similar characteristics, you will create a higher level of identity of the group. Specifically, if you create groups (such as Senior girls, plus a couple additional people to enlarge the group, senior guys, junior guys, and junior girls) with specific "identities," in this case, mainly grade, it will inspire a more competitive spirit. Instead of merely hoping that one's group of random people (whom one does love being on a team with) will win, one will be rooting for Senior Guys/Senior Girls, etc. This will motivate each group to win.
This motivation will lead to higher involvement and personal achievement.
In the end, it is not whether one group wins or loses. It is not whether one group has two points more at the end of the game. What truly matters is that the students are inspired through the class to delve deeper into literature and truly engage in class. That is what I think this particular method of motivational competition will achieve.
In so saying, naturally, it is imperative that teams are equal.
However, incorporating groups with unique qualities into the competition will give the individual team members additional incentive to achieve their highest level of scholastic performance. If you place a random group of people in a group, they will have a marginal level of identity within that group, i.e.. Group 1, Group2, etc.
If you place them in groups of people with similar characteristics, you will create a higher level of identity of the group. Specifically, if you create groups (such as Senior girls, plus a couple additional people to enlarge the group, senior guys, junior guys, and junior girls) with specific "identities," in this case, mainly grade, it will inspire a more competitive spirit. Instead of merely hoping that one's group of random people (whom one does love being on a team with) will win, one will be rooting for Senior Guys/Senior Girls, etc. This will motivate each group to win.
This motivation will lead to higher involvement and personal achievement.
In the end, it is not whether one group wins or loses. It is not whether one group has two points more at the end of the game. What truly matters is that the students are inspired through the class to delve deeper into literature and truly engage in class. That is what I think this particular method of motivational competition will achieve.
You're Welcome
What am I thankful for? Alright, if you insist, let's get the list started.
1. I am thankful for my fellow seniors, because they's my homies and we tight.
2. I am thankful for all of my friends at Fideles, because you guys always bring a smile to my face even on the days of uber senioritis.
3. I am thankful for the opportunity to help direct lower school drama, because there are some really awesome kids in that class who have been a huge blessing in my life.
4. I'm thankful for MEGAgroup... nuff said
5. I'm thankful for my family, because I owe almost all of my knowledge of the world to them some way or another. Also my parents have provided for me all may life, so that's pretty awesome.
6. I'm thankful for the guys down from 238 for being serious bros.
7. I'm thankful for my fellow senior guys for also being serious bros.
8. I am thankful that I attend a school with rigorous academics and like minded (for the most part) individuals.
9. I'm thankful for every moment that I am still alive, because these moment's are all gifts from God.
10. I'm thankful that I am "of the elect"... boom
11. On that same note, I'm also thankful that I have friends who are not cynical Calvinists like myself who cause me to reevaluate and rethink my theology (I'm still a Calvinist though).
12. I'm thankful for this blog, because it gives me the opportunity to spew out all of my opinions which are typically TL;DR.
13. I'm thankful for my teachers who have guided my educational growth.
14. I'm thankful for the number 14
15. I'm thankful for the sufferings and trials which prove to me God's existence.
16. I'm thankful that God's character has been revealed to us in the Bible.
17. I'm thankful for the fact that I live in the greatest country on God's green Earth.
God bless America, and God bless you (yeah you and you and you... but not you though).
1. I am thankful for my fellow seniors, because they's my homies and we tight.
2. I am thankful for all of my friends at Fideles, because you guys always bring a smile to my face even on the days of uber senioritis.
3. I am thankful for the opportunity to help direct lower school drama, because there are some really awesome kids in that class who have been a huge blessing in my life.
4. I'm thankful for MEGAgroup... nuff said
5. I'm thankful for my family, because I owe almost all of my knowledge of the world to them some way or another. Also my parents have provided for me all may life, so that's pretty awesome.
6. I'm thankful for the guys down from 238 for being serious bros.
7. I'm thankful for my fellow senior guys for also being serious bros.
8. I am thankful that I attend a school with rigorous academics and like minded (for the most part) individuals.
9. I'm thankful for every moment that I am still alive, because these moment's are all gifts from God.
10. I'm thankful that I am "of the elect"... boom
11. On that same note, I'm also thankful that I have friends who are not cynical Calvinists like myself who cause me to reevaluate and rethink my theology (I'm still a Calvinist though).
12. I'm thankful for this blog, because it gives me the opportunity to spew out all of my opinions which are typically TL;DR.
13. I'm thankful for my teachers who have guided my educational growth.
14. I'm thankful for the number 14
15. I'm thankful for the sufferings and trials which prove to me God's existence.
16. I'm thankful that God's character has been revealed to us in the Bible.
17. I'm thankful for the fact that I live in the greatest country on God's green Earth.
God bless America, and God bless you (yeah you and you and you... but not you though).
What am I Thankful For?
Well, for starters, I'm incredibly thankful for all the positive influences on my life. From parents, to best friends, to the guys in my small group. All of these people have played such extensive roles in my life I can't even begin to comprehend their impact. Having people to steer you in the right direction who care about your destination is a pretty great feeling. I'm also thankful for all material possessions and I try to not take them for granted as much as possible.
Thank youu ♥
Giving Thanks
(written by 10 year old Brooke...memories)
Thankfulness,
faithfulness all through these days,
God hath provided
through the sun’s rays.
Plentiful crops for
Thanksgiving Day,
We celebrate pilgrims
in Plymouth Bay.
Indians provided
three deer.
Pilgrims supplied
some fat steer.
Be thankful for all
the good food,
Instead of having a
nasty mood.
Grandma’s good dinner
piping hot.
Be helpful and help
her carry the pot.
Say the blessings and
think what to say,
There’s a lot to be
thankful for on Thanksgiving Day.
God gave us blessings
all through the year,
Hardships and
troubles also came near.
Remember Thanksgiving
and what it’s about.
Go on, say it, shout
it out.
Thank You
I am most thankful for the people who tolerate me everyday. If it wasn't for the acceptance I'm given, I probably wouldn't bother to get up in the morning. I appreciate all my fellow Juniors at Fideles, but most of all the teachers who keep the room together. Thank you, Fideles.
Giving Thanks
When living in hard times like these, it is really important to realize all the things God has blessed us with, which I often times lose sight of. I am so thankful for my family. Even though they get on my nerves sometimes, they have been there with me every step of my life. I am thankful for my friends that have also been there for me. I don't know how I could have gotten through life without them. I am thankful for the ability to play volleyball. God has taught me many lessons through playing. I am so blessed and thankful for the path God has led me down thus far. I don't know where he wants to send me now and for college, but I can't wait to figure out!
Thankful for...
This November I honestly am very thankful for the upcoming holiday and the break that is paired with it, because I need it. I am also extremely thankful that my grandmother's "non-curable" cancer is actually shrinking due to a trial treatment. And of course I am thankful for my family, friends and Jesus, all of whom have helped us through the good and the bad of the past years. Specifically I am thankful for my parents who have provided for me, my brother, and my sister.
Simply, joy
To be quite honest with you, November has sucked. But I've realized the things that I am thankful for. I am thankful for the friends that I honestly didn't know I had. They've been there the whole time, but I haven't noticed how truly thankful I am for them. I'm thankful for my Lord, without him, I wouldn't be doing this well... Stress and life are just beating me down. I'm thankful that through all of the terrible, crappy things of this world, I can have neverending joy because of God. Knowing that He has control and that He loves me eternally is the greatest thing ever. That's what I'm thankful for this year, God's never-ending assurance of joy that He's placing in my heart!(:
Thanks I Guess
The world over all is pretty terrible. War and persecution and just overall horrible humans. Humans ruined the earth. However, I am still thankful for things. I'm thankful for my dogs because no one is as kind to me as them and they're my reason for living. I'm thankful for my friends who I love more than my actual family and who I'd do anything for. I'm thankful for hockey, the best and only relevant sport. Also all of nature itself. It's beautiful and practical and trees are fun to climb. Lastly I'm thankful for animals. All animals because they're wonderful and pure and they deserve to rule the earth, Down with humans, That is all.
Thank you
I feel like Americans aren't nearly as grateful as we should be. We tend to get used to the way we live and take all of our blessings for granted, I know I do at least. I am so thankful for the way I live and the life I have. I am thankful for my friends and family, my health, my education, the gifts and talents God has given me, and all of the amazing adventures and opportunities that I have experienced. I am thankful for America and the freedoms I have. I am thankful for the ability to worship God freely and I am thankful to all of the people who have sacrificed so much for me to live the life I live.
Thanks!
We live in a time where most everything we hear about in the news is negative. Every now and then, it is good to take a step back, slow down, and be thankful for what we have. Above all, I am thankful for the salvation I have in Christ. Without His grace, I would be nothing. I owe all to him. I am also thankful for my loving family, for the privilege to go to Fideles. I am thankful for my classmates. No one could tell me they have a better class than I. We are so close and don't give a care in the world what anybody thinks of us. Within that, I am thankful for my four best friends. I am thankful for my church and for the many opportunities I have to serve the Lord. I could sit here all day and write about what I am thankful for, but I have to start on a few hours of Physics homework (which I am not entirely thankful for).
Give Thanks With A Grateful Heart
There are lots of things that I could say that I am thankful for. I could say that I am thankful for a roof over my head and food to eat and clean water to drink and parents that love me. And while I am eternally grateful for all of those things, that is not what I am here to say.
I am thankful for all of y'all. It sounds kind of sappy but it's none the less true. For the past two years I've been doing school online tucked away in my bedroom for hours on end, with no one but my moody sister as company (I love her, I promise). I missed out on a lot of social interaction and it probably made me feel more melancholy that the introvert in me would like to admit. When we decided to move to Fideles this year, I was more than nervous at first. You guys have all known each other for so long, longer than I had ever been at one school, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to fit in.
But it didn't take more than a day for me to feel at home. You were all so nice and welcoming and willing to help me in those first few days. So thank you guys, for making the new girl feel like an old friend. :)
thnxgvng
Wow. What am I thankful for? Although we are living in trying times, there is honestly so much to be thankful for. I'm probably most thankful for my nuclear and extended family. Without them, I'm not sure where I would be. I'm thankful for new opportunities rising and for all the things I've been able to do in the past year (travel, etc.). I'm thankful for volleyball and all of the teammates and friends that have come out of it. Most of all, I'm thankful for how much God has had a hand on my life and how much He looks after me.
What am I Thankful For?
What am I thankful for? Well that's not a hard question, I would say that I'm thankful for my family. They are always there for me, and I don't know where I would be without them.
Giving Thanks
We are only a week out from Thanksgiving, but things around the world seem pretty bleak. Terrorist attacks, rejection of faith, and political divides fill our headlines and our minds. In the midst of sorrow, however, there are still so many things to be thankful for. Not only are we commanded to be thankful, but we also have a nationwide holiday dedicated to gratitude. And research shows that expressing thankfulness has a similar effect on the brain as taking anti-depressants.We are all blessed beyond measure with material things, but far more by the peace that comes from Christ. Even our sufferings can bring us to a place of gratitude.
So for today, write about what you are thankful for.
So for today, write about what you are thankful for.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Team Captains
Less extreme than Kyle's. I want a ladder wrestling match (with everyone who wants to captain) fighting. Last 4 people left will be captains. This is good because then you can convince your team captain to pick who you want. Also only a weenie would be offended by being picked last. I'll be picked last if that helps (i don't want to be captain but I do want to fight). Or we all quickly group together and elect a team captain to speak for our group.
((In case you didn't know what Ladder Wrestling Matches looked like))
((In case you didn't know what Ladder Wrestling Matches looked like))
Team Captains
I vote for a very unorthodox team captains method which involves three separate drafts. First team captains will be chosen based on the following four qualities; oldest, highest grade, most objectively fashionable shoes, and the classmate who can yodel without losing their voice the longest. The yodeling contest can in some cases last for days on end, so I suggest making it easier by having the eliminated throw water balloons at the remaining challengers. These water balloons should be filled to maximum capacity with a mixture of spoiled milk, eggs, and goat urine. Finally when four captains are chosen, the draft will begin and it will be completely slanted towards the yodeler (i.e they get 2 drafts per round).
Then after four teams are assembled, The Gauntlet will begin. Airdropped onto a remote third world country, each team will have the responsibility of collecting all five totems thus unlocking the entrance to the Temple of Unsound Secrets. The totem collecting can also be a lengthy process taking multiple years to finish, so I recommend providing a limited supply of food and water as motivation for each team to search quickly. This portion is not very competitive seeing as the temple will open to any team and then remain open for the next hundred years, unleashing angry spirits on the unstable nation. Plagues, cannibalism, and dictatorships will haunt this poor land for the next hundred years. But it's worth it. Inside the Temple of Unsound Secrets, the teams will have to put their heads together in order to survive the 7 Trials of Unsound Secrets. While the trials alter every hundred years when the temple is open, some examples have been documented. Each room typically has a puzzle which must be solved before some impending doom befalls each of the teammates. The teams will be separated into different sectors of the temple where they will all face different challenges as they race to the atrium. Let's imagine a team of 6 is in a room with a mirror and a crack in the ceiling, revealing a beam of light. On each wall are grooves which seem to have some reflective material... also the walls are slowly caving in. The secret would be to aim the beam of light at the grooves and as the walls move in, adjust the light so that all reflective surfaces experience the light. This is an example in which the peril is part of the way to solve the puzzle.
When a team makes it into an atrium, they must gather into a circle and reveal their darkest secrets... This will cause demon spawn to emerge from the center of the atrium. First team to reach the atrium and kill off their allotted amount of demon spawn win the challenge. Each member of the team then become a team captain for a new team. After the second draft, the new teams will joust atop horse-sized ducks. To make things more interesting, duck-sized horses will flood the room and attack the team members. Essentially, fall off your duck and you then have an army of duck-sized horses out for your blood. The last team remaining (according to my calculations, they should have 4 people), will hand select the four real team captains(they can't pick anybody on their own team). Assuming our entire class makes it back to school alive, we should have 4 completely unbiased and random team captains. Then we do Devin's method.
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Then after four teams are assembled, The Gauntlet will begin. Airdropped onto a remote third world country, each team will have the responsibility of collecting all five totems thus unlocking the entrance to the Temple of Unsound Secrets. The totem collecting can also be a lengthy process taking multiple years to finish, so I recommend providing a limited supply of food and water as motivation for each team to search quickly. This portion is not very competitive seeing as the temple will open to any team and then remain open for the next hundred years, unleashing angry spirits on the unstable nation. Plagues, cannibalism, and dictatorships will haunt this poor land for the next hundred years. But it's worth it. Inside the Temple of Unsound Secrets, the teams will have to put their heads together in order to survive the 7 Trials of Unsound Secrets. While the trials alter every hundred years when the temple is open, some examples have been documented. Each room typically has a puzzle which must be solved before some impending doom befalls each of the teammates. The teams will be separated into different sectors of the temple where they will all face different challenges as they race to the atrium. Let's imagine a team of 6 is in a room with a mirror and a crack in the ceiling, revealing a beam of light. On each wall are grooves which seem to have some reflective material... also the walls are slowly caving in. The secret would be to aim the beam of light at the grooves and as the walls move in, adjust the light so that all reflective surfaces experience the light. This is an example in which the peril is part of the way to solve the puzzle.
When a team makes it into an atrium, they must gather into a circle and reveal their darkest secrets... This will cause demon spawn to emerge from the center of the atrium. First team to reach the atrium and kill off their allotted amount of demon spawn win the challenge. Each member of the team then become a team captain for a new team. After the second draft, the new teams will joust atop horse-sized ducks. To make things more interesting, duck-sized horses will flood the room and attack the team members. Essentially, fall off your duck and you then have an army of duck-sized horses out for your blood. The last team remaining (according to my calculations, they should have 4 people), will hand select the four real team captains(they can't pick anybody on their own team). Assuming our entire class makes it back to school alive, we should have 4 completely unbiased and random team captains. Then we do Devin's method.
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The Snake Draft
In dividing the teams for Huck Finn activities, I suggest doing something similar to a snake draft. Although this idea will work if we pick teams (and will be a fairer way of picking teams), I think it is also a good alternative to picking teams.
In a traditional snake draft, the people pick in order from first to fourth. The next round, they pick in reverse order from fourth to first. With this being done, the top person does not get to pick the best out of every four people. It gives a fair chance for the teams to be even. I suggest conducting a snake draft based off of grades in the class at the end of the semester. Mrs. Carnes would then, based off of grade, select the 1st, 8th, 9th, 16th, 17th, and 24th best grades to be on a team. She would then select the 2nd, 7th, 10th, 15th, 18th, and 23rd best grades for a second team. Team three would have the 3rd, 6th, 11th, 14th, 19th, and 22nd grades and the last team would have the 4th, 5th, 12th, 13th, 20th, and 21st best grades. I know this sounds complicated, but I will give an example.
Example: if the grades at the end of the year were the same in highest to lowest as the students names in alphabetical order by last name (so that Harris had the highest grade and I had the lowest grade), the teams would look like this:
Team 1 - Harris Bailey, Lindsey German, Tessa Hammond, Rigg Milner, Macy O'Fallon, Devin Young
Team 2 - Grace Cook, Gabbi Estrada, Camden Howell, Nathan Mills, Kyle Rutherford, Ally Williams
Team 3 - Alex Correa, Travis Eastin, Garrison Hunter, Mitchell McCraney, Brittany Simpson, Joshua Teague
Team 4 - Indigo Crandell, Stephen Davis, Chandler Jackson, Dalton Lambert, Brooke Tate, Hannah Teague
I understand that these specific teams are not fair, but this is not exactly how the grades will line up (or at least I sure hope not). This just gives a detailed example of how this process would go. The pro to this is that no one can blame either the Captains or Mrs. Carnes for choosing unfair teams. The grades will determine the teams in the most fair way possible.
If you have any questions about this method, I would be happy to answer them.
In a traditional snake draft, the people pick in order from first to fourth. The next round, they pick in reverse order from fourth to first. With this being done, the top person does not get to pick the best out of every four people. It gives a fair chance for the teams to be even. I suggest conducting a snake draft based off of grades in the class at the end of the semester. Mrs. Carnes would then, based off of grade, select the 1st, 8th, 9th, 16th, 17th, and 24th best grades to be on a team. She would then select the 2nd, 7th, 10th, 15th, 18th, and 23rd best grades for a second team. Team three would have the 3rd, 6th, 11th, 14th, 19th, and 22nd grades and the last team would have the 4th, 5th, 12th, 13th, 20th, and 21st best grades. I know this sounds complicated, but I will give an example.
Example: if the grades at the end of the year were the same in highest to lowest as the students names in alphabetical order by last name (so that Harris had the highest grade and I had the lowest grade), the teams would look like this:
Team 1 - Harris Bailey, Lindsey German, Tessa Hammond, Rigg Milner, Macy O'Fallon, Devin Young
Team 2 - Grace Cook, Gabbi Estrada, Camden Howell, Nathan Mills, Kyle Rutherford, Ally Williams
Team 3 - Alex Correa, Travis Eastin, Garrison Hunter, Mitchell McCraney, Brittany Simpson, Joshua Teague
Team 4 - Indigo Crandell, Stephen Davis, Chandler Jackson, Dalton Lambert, Brooke Tate, Hannah Teague
I understand that these specific teams are not fair, but this is not exactly how the grades will line up (or at least I sure hope not). This just gives a detailed example of how this process would go. The pro to this is that no one can blame either the Captains or Mrs. Carnes for choosing unfair teams. The grades will determine the teams in the most fair way possible.
If you have any questions about this method, I would be happy to answer them.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The Decision
All right, make your best case: how can we fairly divide the class into four groups for our Huck Finn competition? Propose the best solution, and explain what the benefits would be in terms of cause and effect.
Afterwards, go through and read your classmates' ideas and comment on them.
Unrelated: what kind of a logical fallacy is demonstrated by this popular FB post?
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Autumnvale
There's just something about small towns, bathed in innocence and quietly sequestered off from greater society as a whole. I was never able to put my finger on it, but my whole life I found the idea of the idyllic and picturesque small town to be extremely alluring. It was this almost supernatural allure that brought me to Autumnvale, New York. Autumnvale was a happy place, full of smiling faces and a carefree all-American feel. The town certainly earned it's name as well, having the most beautiful falls in all the North East. A vast amount of deciduous trees and thick untamed forests all around made Autumnvale the place to be to get that New England autumn experience without going there. From the outside, Autumnvale seemed like a good wholesome place where you could settle in and really plant some roots. That was what I wanted. Back then, I was young and fresh out of the college machine with a degree in business and a passion in my heart to start a toy shop. I wanted to bring back the craft of real toy making, not that mass-produced, money grabbing monster that seemed to grip the markets of the world. I was naive and thought there would be a market for handmade woodcrafts. So, I bought a store in town and began my humble trade.The great natural beauty all around me inspired me and I knew that things were perfect. However, things were not as lucrative as I had envisioned and I was barely staying afloat.
"Things will get better" I told myself. "Customers will come."
Around this time I began looking for a church, but the town only had one: The Church of Starry Wisdom. It was a strange denomination that I had never heard of before and haven't heard of since. It seemed that the entire town was in attendance there. I had only visited once, but I was met with many dirty looks and little to no teaching from the Bible. The next nearest church was over an hour away, so I had to make do on my own. The church became a matter of interest to me though, I was very curious as to its theology. But, the townsfolk were very tight-lipped about the whole thing and some seemed almost hostile. One day a man stumbled into my shop. I watched him as he perused the toys. He was old, disheveled, and had the distinct smell of alcohol about him. He then turned towards me and half stumbled to the counter.
"Can I help you sir?" I asked doing my best not to be rude.
"I heard you've been askin' about the church." He slurred, leaning against the counter.
"I will admit I've been curious." I said to him trying to disguise how repulsed I was by his breath. His lips pulled back revealing long, yellowed teeth in a Cheshire smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'd stop doin' that right quick if I was you." he said. "No good ever came from that place."
"What do you mean? Why are there no other churches in town?" This was the first person I'd run into who hadn't shied away from the topic of the church as soon as I brought it up.
"I'm just warnin' ya, some people might notice if ya keep it up. I'd hate to see another one go." He looked down as if terribly saddened. Then, as if startled he fixed his eyes to mine and said. "But, I didn't say that. I wasn't here." He began to stumble towards the door.
"No wait!" I yelled. I wasn't going to let someone tell me I was in danger and not get as much information about it as I could. " You can't just come in here and imply I might be in danger and not give me any information about it." I came out from behind the counter and caught him before the door.
"I've said too much already let me go." He said intending to leave. He tried to wrench his arm away from me but was too intoxicated to keep his balance. There were no other customers in the store, so I shut and locked the door, flipping the open sign to closed. I then turned to the drunk man on the floor. "What do you know old man?" I asked pulling him up from the ground.
" I know it wasn't always like this." He said taking out a flask from his' pocket. We moved to some chairs and I sat him down where he began to talk. " When I was young there was still only one church in town. It was called the Apostolic Lutheran Church of Autumnvale. My father and the pastor, Pastor Laestad, were good friends and often went on hunting trips. I was too young to go with them at the time having just turned six. One autumn they went out to hunt deer and did not return for three weeks. In this time many search parties left and returned empty handed. Then one Sunday Pastor Laestad returned. He burst through the front doors of the church and sent the whole town in an uproar." He paused. "My father wern't with him. Laestad wasn't the same after that. He claimed he'd had a new revelation in the wilderness and started preachin' on what he called 'sacrificial living.' He claimed it was through this 'sacrificial living' that true salvation was obtained and knowledge untold awaited those who practiced it. Lots of folks left the church after this, my mother included and, by extension, me. The church's name changed real quick after that, it did. But, something still wasn't right. As time went on those who had left the church stopped showin' up anywhere. Enough people out of the church went missin' that most of who was left went back. I guess it was just easeir to be a member than to be worried all the time. But, not my mama she said that Laestad had the devil come over him and wouldn't go near him. I think she thought he killed my father in the wilderness. One day when I was sixteen I woke up and my ma was gone. It was that church. I know it was. They took her and they killed her just like my pa. Laestad is still there preaching in that church, somehow he's outlived just about everyone from back then. Now you know the truth. Stay away from that church. It's no place for any wholesome folk." He finished. I just sat in my seat contemplating what he told me.
"I think you should go now." I told him showing that I was skeptical about his' drunken story. I lead him to the door as he raved about the evils of the church and let him out. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked him.
"I'm John Lars. You can find me at the leek and bong." He said. Of course he would be found at the local bar. I wasn't sure what to think about his' story. I had visited the church and, while the message was on sacrificial living, the head pastor had been a young man. No one I had met in town seemed particularly sinister to me either. I figured there was only one thing to do. There are two sides to every story, so I was going to visit the church again.
I put on my Sunday best and walked toward the the church that Sunday. The Church of Starry Wisdom was a beautiful piece of architecture. It's stunning Byzantine design seemed almost out of place in the town but, somehow also right at home. I couldn't help but notice all the same dirty looks and strange remarks from the first time I visited, but I didn't care. I was on a mission. I sat on the back set of pews to avoid the glares of as many towns people as possible. The message was preached by the same pastor as my last visit. The pastor was older than I had thought, but still far too young to be older than John Lars. John looked to be in his late fifties early sixties. This preacher could not have been a day over forty-five and that would be a stretch. After the sermon I approached the front of the church. I walked up to the pulpit and tapped the pastor on the shoulder. he jumped slightly as if startled and turned around quickly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I said as he set his gaze on me.
"It's no problem." He said. "Say, your that new toy maker aren't you? I think I've seen you here before."
"Yes I came once before, but I didn't feel very welcome, so I didn't come back for a while." I told him.
"I'm sorry to hear that. All are welcome here at the Church of Starry Wisdom. All that matters is that you are here now. I'm Pastor Laestad. I'm the head pastor here. "
"Oh," I said. "was your father a pastor here before you?" I asked trying to sound casual.
"Why yes. why do you ask?" He inquired.
"I was talking with some townspeople about the church's origins and they mentioned a Pastor Laestad as well." I said and immediately regretted it. Pastor Laestad's countenance changed.
"Who would be talking to you about that?" he asked. Something about the way he said it made me wary to answer.
"I can't really say I remember. It was a while ago." I lied.
"It was John Lars wasn't it?" he asked as if he knew the answer already.
"I really don't know." I said worried John may have been right.
"It's a sad story, his. He couldn't handle his' parents abandoning him so he blames my church. I wouldn't put much stock into anything that drunkard says." Laestad said, his' words almost dripping with malice.
"I should get going." I said wanting to get away from the conversation. Laestad seemed to catch himself. "I'm sorry." He said." I don't mean to seem spiteful. I've just heard his' ramblings and accusations a few too many times. I hope we can see you here next week." He said gaining back his' composure. I left quickly without another word. I went quickly home and did not leave the rest of the night.
The next day I decided to go to the Leek and Bong to find John Lars. I was surprised to find he was not there. I asked the bar tender if he had seen him, but he didn't want to be very helpful and eventually told me he hadn't seen John in weeks. This made no sense as John had specifically said he would be there. The barkeep had to be lying. What if John was right about the church? What if talking to me was the final straw? I didn't trust the townspeople enough to ask around for John Lars. John had warned that asking questions could get you killed. There was only one thing I could think of to do: stake out the church. The Church of Starry Wisdom made an imposing figure on the horizon and as the sun set it's dark spires rose to meet the sinking sun. I found a spot in the nearby woods where I could watch the comings and goings at the building. As night time approached many church members gathered inside it's halls. I began to think that this was no more than an innocent meeting and that I had wasted my time when out from the back of the church a procession of figures in dark robes left the church. Several were carrying torches and the rest were carrying a large bundle between them. The procession was lead by a figure in a blood red robe with golden trim. This figure had it's head cast upwards towards the stars and walked with it's arms outstretched. The procession headed towards the woods and I began to follow. As I drew closer I noticed the robes of these men, as all of them seemed to be men, had long over large hoods and and were covered in strange symbols that made my head ache dully. They walked deeper and deeper into the wilderness. A light misty fog settled among the trees as darkness seemed to envelop the forest. Finally, we approached a small clearing. A very small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a large slab of rock. It had stairs carved into the sides and the procession proceeded up them. Atop this "stage" was another smaller slab. upon which the bundle was placed. They placed the torches in holders along the outside of the slab. The figures surrounded the bundle and the red robed figure began to speak. The voice was unmistakably that of pastor Laestad, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.I slowly and quietly crept to the edge of the clearing where I could hear more clearly.
"And it was there deep in the wilderness that it was revealed to me that true wisdom does not come but through Sacrifice. After that first sacrifice, the stars prescribed this place as holy ground for their pleasure and worship. The stars have revealed to me the secret of eternal life, and not only eternal life, but eternal youth. This has come with many years of devoted sacrifice, brothers. Do you want the gifts the stars can offer?" Laestad spewed in a strange alluring way. The hooded figures in the circle all expressed a desire to learn from the stars. "Then tonight," Began Laestad. "I invoke the stars to bless this sacrifice and all who partake in it!" The figures let out a cry and began an eerie chant in an unknown language. The figures unwrapped the bundle and out tumbled an unconscious John Lars. They tied him to the slab. I watched in horror as all those present pulled long blades from their robes and the chant intensified. They began raising their daggers all in unison. The higher the daggers the more intense the chanting. Higher and higher they rose the daggers. It sounded less like chanting now and more like crazed screaming. Then silence as they all at once plunged their blades into Lars' body. I involuntarily gasped, perhaps louder than I thought because Laestad's head shot right to my direction and our eyes met. He pointed at me and screamed.
"There! The toy-maker seize him!" I took off running as quickly as my feet could carry me. The sounds of pursuers right behind me. I had to get away. The rustling behind me began to fade I looked over my shoulder to confirm that I had gotten away. I turned my head back just in time to see a massive branch. WHAM. I was out cold. As I came to, I realized I was being dragged. I was still too groggy to put up any resistance. I could hear Laestad talking ahead. " We are very fortunate indeed. The stars have provided for us another sacrifice, and so soon.Truly we are blessed." As he spoke they took me up the stairs of the stone slab. Realizing where I was I began desperately struggling. I wasn't going to die without a fight. They were carrying me from the arms, so I began wildly kicking. As we reached the top of the stairs I saw Lars' cold, lifeless body, his' blood spilled all about the slab and dripping onto the ground. In a final gambit I managed to kick over one of the stands holding the torches. It fell and landed directly on Laestad's robes. They caught fire and the fire quickly spread to Lars' alcohol rich blood. The entire slab was soon engulfed in flames and in the confusion I managed to wrench myself away from my captors. I fled, this time without pursuit, as the cultists tried in vain to put out Laestad's burning frame. His screams echoed through the forest as I tried to find my way out of the thick repetitive wilderness. By some miracle I made it it out. I quickly ran home, packed a bag, and left Autumnvale forever.
I had made it out alive, although barely, and I didn't plan on being drawn in by small towns ever again. I moved to a large city on the west coast where I opened a successful toy shop.
Sometimes though, in the middle of the night, I think about what Laestad said about the stars and wonder if I too could benefit from some sacrificial living.
Fin
The Church of Starry Wisdom
Laestad
Altar
Believe it or not, this was based on a true story.
"Things will get better" I told myself. "Customers will come."
Around this time I began looking for a church, but the town only had one: The Church of Starry Wisdom. It was a strange denomination that I had never heard of before and haven't heard of since. It seemed that the entire town was in attendance there. I had only visited once, but I was met with many dirty looks and little to no teaching from the Bible. The next nearest church was over an hour away, so I had to make do on my own. The church became a matter of interest to me though, I was very curious as to its theology. But, the townsfolk were very tight-lipped about the whole thing and some seemed almost hostile. One day a man stumbled into my shop. I watched him as he perused the toys. He was old, disheveled, and had the distinct smell of alcohol about him. He then turned towards me and half stumbled to the counter.
"Can I help you sir?" I asked doing my best not to be rude.
"I heard you've been askin' about the church." He slurred, leaning against the counter.
"I will admit I've been curious." I said to him trying to disguise how repulsed I was by his breath. His lips pulled back revealing long, yellowed teeth in a Cheshire smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'd stop doin' that right quick if I was you." he said. "No good ever came from that place."
"What do you mean? Why are there no other churches in town?" This was the first person I'd run into who hadn't shied away from the topic of the church as soon as I brought it up.
"I'm just warnin' ya, some people might notice if ya keep it up. I'd hate to see another one go." He looked down as if terribly saddened. Then, as if startled he fixed his eyes to mine and said. "But, I didn't say that. I wasn't here." He began to stumble towards the door.
"No wait!" I yelled. I wasn't going to let someone tell me I was in danger and not get as much information about it as I could. " You can't just come in here and imply I might be in danger and not give me any information about it." I came out from behind the counter and caught him before the door.
"I've said too much already let me go." He said intending to leave. He tried to wrench his arm away from me but was too intoxicated to keep his balance. There were no other customers in the store, so I shut and locked the door, flipping the open sign to closed. I then turned to the drunk man on the floor. "What do you know old man?" I asked pulling him up from the ground.
" I know it wasn't always like this." He said taking out a flask from his' pocket. We moved to some chairs and I sat him down where he began to talk. " When I was young there was still only one church in town. It was called the Apostolic Lutheran Church of Autumnvale. My father and the pastor, Pastor Laestad, were good friends and often went on hunting trips. I was too young to go with them at the time having just turned six. One autumn they went out to hunt deer and did not return for three weeks. In this time many search parties left and returned empty handed. Then one Sunday Pastor Laestad returned. He burst through the front doors of the church and sent the whole town in an uproar." He paused. "My father wern't with him. Laestad wasn't the same after that. He claimed he'd had a new revelation in the wilderness and started preachin' on what he called 'sacrificial living.' He claimed it was through this 'sacrificial living' that true salvation was obtained and knowledge untold awaited those who practiced it. Lots of folks left the church after this, my mother included and, by extension, me. The church's name changed real quick after that, it did. But, something still wasn't right. As time went on those who had left the church stopped showin' up anywhere. Enough people out of the church went missin' that most of who was left went back. I guess it was just easeir to be a member than to be worried all the time. But, not my mama she said that Laestad had the devil come over him and wouldn't go near him. I think she thought he killed my father in the wilderness. One day when I was sixteen I woke up and my ma was gone. It was that church. I know it was. They took her and they killed her just like my pa. Laestad is still there preaching in that church, somehow he's outlived just about everyone from back then. Now you know the truth. Stay away from that church. It's no place for any wholesome folk." He finished. I just sat in my seat contemplating what he told me.
"I think you should go now." I told him showing that I was skeptical about his' drunken story. I lead him to the door as he raved about the evils of the church and let him out. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked him.
"I'm John Lars. You can find me at the leek and bong." He said. Of course he would be found at the local bar. I wasn't sure what to think about his' story. I had visited the church and, while the message was on sacrificial living, the head pastor had been a young man. No one I had met in town seemed particularly sinister to me either. I figured there was only one thing to do. There are two sides to every story, so I was going to visit the church again.
I put on my Sunday best and walked toward the the church that Sunday. The Church of Starry Wisdom was a beautiful piece of architecture. It's stunning Byzantine design seemed almost out of place in the town but, somehow also right at home. I couldn't help but notice all the same dirty looks and strange remarks from the first time I visited, but I didn't care. I was on a mission. I sat on the back set of pews to avoid the glares of as many towns people as possible. The message was preached by the same pastor as my last visit. The pastor was older than I had thought, but still far too young to be older than John Lars. John looked to be in his late fifties early sixties. This preacher could not have been a day over forty-five and that would be a stretch. After the sermon I approached the front of the church. I walked up to the pulpit and tapped the pastor on the shoulder. he jumped slightly as if startled and turned around quickly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I said as he set his gaze on me.
"It's no problem." He said. "Say, your that new toy maker aren't you? I think I've seen you here before."
"Yes I came once before, but I didn't feel very welcome, so I didn't come back for a while." I told him.
"I'm sorry to hear that. All are welcome here at the Church of Starry Wisdom. All that matters is that you are here now. I'm Pastor Laestad. I'm the head pastor here. "
"Oh," I said. "was your father a pastor here before you?" I asked trying to sound casual.
"Why yes. why do you ask?" He inquired.
"I was talking with some townspeople about the church's origins and they mentioned a Pastor Laestad as well." I said and immediately regretted it. Pastor Laestad's countenance changed.
"Who would be talking to you about that?" he asked. Something about the way he said it made me wary to answer.
"I can't really say I remember. It was a while ago." I lied.
"It was John Lars wasn't it?" he asked as if he knew the answer already.
"I really don't know." I said worried John may have been right.
"It's a sad story, his. He couldn't handle his' parents abandoning him so he blames my church. I wouldn't put much stock into anything that drunkard says." Laestad said, his' words almost dripping with malice.
"I should get going." I said wanting to get away from the conversation. Laestad seemed to catch himself. "I'm sorry." He said." I don't mean to seem spiteful. I've just heard his' ramblings and accusations a few too many times. I hope we can see you here next week." He said gaining back his' composure. I left quickly without another word. I went quickly home and did not leave the rest of the night.
The next day I decided to go to the Leek and Bong to find John Lars. I was surprised to find he was not there. I asked the bar tender if he had seen him, but he didn't want to be very helpful and eventually told me he hadn't seen John in weeks. This made no sense as John had specifically said he would be there. The barkeep had to be lying. What if John was right about the church? What if talking to me was the final straw? I didn't trust the townspeople enough to ask around for John Lars. John had warned that asking questions could get you killed. There was only one thing I could think of to do: stake out the church. The Church of Starry Wisdom made an imposing figure on the horizon and as the sun set it's dark spires rose to meet the sinking sun. I found a spot in the nearby woods where I could watch the comings and goings at the building. As night time approached many church members gathered inside it's halls. I began to think that this was no more than an innocent meeting and that I had wasted my time when out from the back of the church a procession of figures in dark robes left the church. Several were carrying torches and the rest were carrying a large bundle between them. The procession was lead by a figure in a blood red robe with golden trim. This figure had it's head cast upwards towards the stars and walked with it's arms outstretched. The procession headed towards the woods and I began to follow. As I drew closer I noticed the robes of these men, as all of them seemed to be men, had long over large hoods and and were covered in strange symbols that made my head ache dully. They walked deeper and deeper into the wilderness. A light misty fog settled among the trees as darkness seemed to envelop the forest. Finally, we approached a small clearing. A very small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a large slab of rock. It had stairs carved into the sides and the procession proceeded up them. Atop this "stage" was another smaller slab. upon which the bundle was placed. They placed the torches in holders along the outside of the slab. The figures surrounded the bundle and the red robed figure began to speak. The voice was unmistakably that of pastor Laestad, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.I slowly and quietly crept to the edge of the clearing where I could hear more clearly.
"And it was there deep in the wilderness that it was revealed to me that true wisdom does not come but through Sacrifice. After that first sacrifice, the stars prescribed this place as holy ground for their pleasure and worship. The stars have revealed to me the secret of eternal life, and not only eternal life, but eternal youth. This has come with many years of devoted sacrifice, brothers. Do you want the gifts the stars can offer?" Laestad spewed in a strange alluring way. The hooded figures in the circle all expressed a desire to learn from the stars. "Then tonight," Began Laestad. "I invoke the stars to bless this sacrifice and all who partake in it!" The figures let out a cry and began an eerie chant in an unknown language. The figures unwrapped the bundle and out tumbled an unconscious John Lars. They tied him to the slab. I watched in horror as all those present pulled long blades from their robes and the chant intensified. They began raising their daggers all in unison. The higher the daggers the more intense the chanting. Higher and higher they rose the daggers. It sounded less like chanting now and more like crazed screaming. Then silence as they all at once plunged their blades into Lars' body. I involuntarily gasped, perhaps louder than I thought because Laestad's head shot right to my direction and our eyes met. He pointed at me and screamed.
"There! The toy-maker seize him!" I took off running as quickly as my feet could carry me. The sounds of pursuers right behind me. I had to get away. The rustling behind me began to fade I looked over my shoulder to confirm that I had gotten away. I turned my head back just in time to see a massive branch. WHAM. I was out cold. As I came to, I realized I was being dragged. I was still too groggy to put up any resistance. I could hear Laestad talking ahead. " We are very fortunate indeed. The stars have provided for us another sacrifice, and so soon.Truly we are blessed." As he spoke they took me up the stairs of the stone slab. Realizing where I was I began desperately struggling. I wasn't going to die without a fight. They were carrying me from the arms, so I began wildly kicking. As we reached the top of the stairs I saw Lars' cold, lifeless body, his' blood spilled all about the slab and dripping onto the ground. In a final gambit I managed to kick over one of the stands holding the torches. It fell and landed directly on Laestad's robes. They caught fire and the fire quickly spread to Lars' alcohol rich blood. The entire slab was soon engulfed in flames and in the confusion I managed to wrench myself away from my captors. I fled, this time without pursuit, as the cultists tried in vain to put out Laestad's burning frame. His screams echoed through the forest as I tried to find my way out of the thick repetitive wilderness. By some miracle I made it it out. I quickly ran home, packed a bag, and left Autumnvale forever.
I had made it out alive, although barely, and I didn't plan on being drawn in by small towns ever again. I moved to a large city on the west coast where I opened a successful toy shop.
Sometimes though, in the middle of the night, I think about what Laestad said about the stars and wonder if I too could benefit from some sacrificial living.
Fin
The Church of Starry Wisdom
Altar
Believe it or not, this was based on a true story.
The Boy From Texas
Once there was a boy from Texas. His family had lived there forever in the same house. The boy was very happy there. He lived on a large plot of land in a nice house. It was old and creaky but it was warm and cozy. Like most kids he spent all day outside so he never really cared that he wasn't allowed in the spare room. After all it was probably just storage.
However, one time he did go in that room. It wasn't his fault though. It was because he had to babysit his cousins and of course they wanted to play hide and seek. One of the little girls hid in that room. He would have never known if he hadn't heard a thump and then crying. He rushed in panicked partly because he wasn't supposed to be in there but mostly because his little cousin was probably injured.
As it turns out, his little cousin had only backed into a table and knocked a box off it. Unfortunately the box was cracked on impact. Whatever. That could be dealt with later. Right now his little cousin needed ice cream.
It wasn't until a week later that he realized something was wrong. He woke up a couple times in the middle of the night that week. Always with a feeling of being watched. This wasn't so bad except when he had to got to the bathroom. Made it a bit awkward. As soon as he got used to the feeling of being watched, everything got worse. Seeing things out of the corner of your eye and feeling hands tug at your clothes is unnerving for anyone but watching your aunt die? That'll mess a person up.
When his aunt was staying with him and his parents it was a bit tense. His dad didn't like his aunt but she had just split up with her husband and had nowhere else to go. Family is family after all. One night after a particularly nasty fight between his dad and aunt, the boy when to bed early. When he woke up in the middle of the night to get some water he walked passed his aunt sleeping on the couch. He wouldn't have payed her any mind besides the fact that someone was standing next to her head. At first he thought it was his dad but no. His dad wasn't that tall. When the boy turned to get a good look at who it was, the thing vanished. The boy shrugged figuring he was seeing things again. He got his water and returned to bed.
He had just drifted off again when he heard a scream. He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to his aunt. He was just in time to see her be lifted up by that shadow man. He called out to her just as the shadow stabbed his hand right into her stomach and pulled out her intestines. The boy screamed and ran toward his aunt and held her stupidly asking if she was okay and rocking her back and forth. It didn't matter that he was getting covered in her blood, he didn't even notice. Then he heard his father shouting his name.
The boy looked over his mom and dad wondering why they hadn't come down sooner. They had worried expressions on their faces but not nearly as concerned as they should be with his aunt lying in a pool of her own blood. He screamed at them telling them to call the police but they just stared back at him in confusion. It wasn't until his aunt got up from the couch and asked what was happening. He just stared at her with his mouth open. He'd just seen her be killed hadn't he?
Once his family had calmed him down enough to talk, he explained what he saw. Of course they didn't believe him. They said it was only a nightmare. He knew better. You can't feel and smell in dreams. He had felt her blood soak into his clothes. He had smelt the viscera and blood.
Another two weeks and it had just gotten worse. He'd watched his aunt get slaughtered different ways each night but no one believed him. Even when his aunt complained of horrible pains in her abdomen. His parents even wanted him to go to a therapist. He wasn't crazy though! It really was happening!
The third week was when it happened. Like the past two weeks he awoke at 2 am and went downstairs for water. He couldn't help it. Something told him to. So again he saw the shadow man lift up his aunt and pull out her heart. He watched it beat once, twice, three times, then no more. The creature then ate her heart and faded into the shadows. That's when he heard his parents scream. He looked back at his aunt expecting her to be fine but instead he saw her blood and organs leaking out of her open chest. His mother was sobbing, asking what he'd done.
She thought he killed his own aunt? He didn't even have her blood on him! There's no way he did it! Luckily his father seemed to realize that and took his mother to the other room to explain.
After they calmed down they made a plan. They knew the police would never believe that a shadow man had killed the boy's aunt so they did the only thing they could. They cleaned up. While his mom washed the blood out of the couch and the rug, his father got rid of the body. Luckily his father was a hunter and knew how to clean out a carcass. Once cleaned out, he put the rest of the boy's aunt meat in the freezer with their venison and other game meat. He tossed the "inedible" parts out into the pigpen knowing they'd get rid of it all very quickly. The bones were the only problem. They didn't have anything that could grind them well. Normally they'd use the bones to make a broth but they didn't have time for that. Luckily the storage room upstairs had a box where they could store the bones.
When the boy's dad brought the box downstairs he looked very troubled. The box had a crack in it. The boy didn't think that would be too big of a problem but his dad was obviously freaking out. He kept muttering about how he wishes he knew who had been in there and that there was no time to make a new box. As the boy was about to open the box to put the bones in it, his father yelled at him to stop. The boy shouldn't have to know about this so soon so he sent his son to help his mother.
After another two hours of cleaning everything was fine. No evidence was left. The only thing to do was to move. Of course they waited another couple months so as to not seem suspicious but eventually they did move. They didn't want to leave the south, after all that's where their family had always lived, so they moved only a few states over to Georgia.
The boy still sees shadows but they seem much more welcoming and kind. He was still wary of them but he slept just fine and didn't wake up in the middle of the night anymore. His family is nice and happy and they go to church each Sunday but they're still followed. They all know it but they don't speak of it. After all, it takes a while for a soul to become twisted and evil. The box will be someone else's problem by then.
However, one time he did go in that room. It wasn't his fault though. It was because he had to babysit his cousins and of course they wanted to play hide and seek. One of the little girls hid in that room. He would have never known if he hadn't heard a thump and then crying. He rushed in panicked partly because he wasn't supposed to be in there but mostly because his little cousin was probably injured.
As it turns out, his little cousin had only backed into a table and knocked a box off it. Unfortunately the box was cracked on impact. Whatever. That could be dealt with later. Right now his little cousin needed ice cream.
It wasn't until a week later that he realized something was wrong. He woke up a couple times in the middle of the night that week. Always with a feeling of being watched. This wasn't so bad except when he had to got to the bathroom. Made it a bit awkward. As soon as he got used to the feeling of being watched, everything got worse. Seeing things out of the corner of your eye and feeling hands tug at your clothes is unnerving for anyone but watching your aunt die? That'll mess a person up.
When his aunt was staying with him and his parents it was a bit tense. His dad didn't like his aunt but she had just split up with her husband and had nowhere else to go. Family is family after all. One night after a particularly nasty fight between his dad and aunt, the boy when to bed early. When he woke up in the middle of the night to get some water he walked passed his aunt sleeping on the couch. He wouldn't have payed her any mind besides the fact that someone was standing next to her head. At first he thought it was his dad but no. His dad wasn't that tall. When the boy turned to get a good look at who it was, the thing vanished. The boy shrugged figuring he was seeing things again. He got his water and returned to bed.
He had just drifted off again when he heard a scream. He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to his aunt. He was just in time to see her be lifted up by that shadow man. He called out to her just as the shadow stabbed his hand right into her stomach and pulled out her intestines. The boy screamed and ran toward his aunt and held her stupidly asking if she was okay and rocking her back and forth. It didn't matter that he was getting covered in her blood, he didn't even notice. Then he heard his father shouting his name.
The boy looked over his mom and dad wondering why they hadn't come down sooner. They had worried expressions on their faces but not nearly as concerned as they should be with his aunt lying in a pool of her own blood. He screamed at them telling them to call the police but they just stared back at him in confusion. It wasn't until his aunt got up from the couch and asked what was happening. He just stared at her with his mouth open. He'd just seen her be killed hadn't he?
Once his family had calmed him down enough to talk, he explained what he saw. Of course they didn't believe him. They said it was only a nightmare. He knew better. You can't feel and smell in dreams. He had felt her blood soak into his clothes. He had smelt the viscera and blood.
Another two weeks and it had just gotten worse. He'd watched his aunt get slaughtered different ways each night but no one believed him. Even when his aunt complained of horrible pains in her abdomen. His parents even wanted him to go to a therapist. He wasn't crazy though! It really was happening!
The third week was when it happened. Like the past two weeks he awoke at 2 am and went downstairs for water. He couldn't help it. Something told him to. So again he saw the shadow man lift up his aunt and pull out her heart. He watched it beat once, twice, three times, then no more. The creature then ate her heart and faded into the shadows. That's when he heard his parents scream. He looked back at his aunt expecting her to be fine but instead he saw her blood and organs leaking out of her open chest. His mother was sobbing, asking what he'd done.
She thought he killed his own aunt? He didn't even have her blood on him! There's no way he did it! Luckily his father seemed to realize that and took his mother to the other room to explain.
After they calmed down they made a plan. They knew the police would never believe that a shadow man had killed the boy's aunt so they did the only thing they could. They cleaned up. While his mom washed the blood out of the couch and the rug, his father got rid of the body. Luckily his father was a hunter and knew how to clean out a carcass. Once cleaned out, he put the rest of the boy's aunt meat in the freezer with their venison and other game meat. He tossed the "inedible" parts out into the pigpen knowing they'd get rid of it all very quickly. The bones were the only problem. They didn't have anything that could grind them well. Normally they'd use the bones to make a broth but they didn't have time for that. Luckily the storage room upstairs had a box where they could store the bones.
When the boy's dad brought the box downstairs he looked very troubled. The box had a crack in it. The boy didn't think that would be too big of a problem but his dad was obviously freaking out. He kept muttering about how he wishes he knew who had been in there and that there was no time to make a new box. As the boy was about to open the box to put the bones in it, his father yelled at him to stop. The boy shouldn't have to know about this so soon so he sent his son to help his mother.
After another two hours of cleaning everything was fine. No evidence was left. The only thing to do was to move. Of course they waited another couple months so as to not seem suspicious but eventually they did move. They didn't want to leave the south, after all that's where their family had always lived, so they moved only a few states over to Georgia.
The boy still sees shadows but they seem much more welcoming and kind. He was still wary of them but he slept just fine and didn't wake up in the middle of the night anymore. His family is nice and happy and they go to church each Sunday but they're still followed. They all know it but they don't speak of it. After all, it takes a while for a soul to become twisted and evil. The box will be someone else's problem by then.
The Game
It's a dull and rainy evening in November. Jarett and Remi Reilly live with their parents in a small neighborhood in Alpharetta, in a house which they just moved into about three months ago. It's a pretty quiet neighborhood and the kids don't think it very special, but Mrs. Reilly says it will get better. They had to move from Chicago because of Mr. Reilly's job.
Jarett has had his driver's license for two weeks now, and Remi has never ridden with him, mainly because she is only seven and sometimes has trouble controlling herself, so it's hard for Jarett to take her places. However, today, while Mr. Reilly works, Mrs. Reilly is in Atlanta for a service project and has asked Jarett to take Remi to her friend's birthday party at a pizza place only a few miles from their house. He agrees and both kids watch from the living room window as their mom backs her car out of the dimly lit driveway. About five minutes later, Jarett starts the car, but Remi remembers she has to get her friend a gift. About five minutes down the road, Jarett pulls the car into the parking lot of Walmart. The kids hop out and Jarett makes Remi promise she will stay with him and not run off. "Sure," Remi replies. "And do you have money for me?" Her big brother holds out a ten.
After about twelve minutes of looking in the girl's clothing section and all the toy and candy aisles, Jarett reminds Remi that she needs to pick something out, or she'll be late to her friend's party. "Look!" Remi exclaims as she rushes over to the board games. Jarett hurries after her and watches her as she grabs Monopoly from the shelf. "I've never played this before," says Remi excitedly. "Can we get it?" "For Bella?" "Her name isn't Bella, it's Bailey. And no, not her. Us!" Jarett thinks for a second but tells his sister that they came only to get something for her friend. "I don't think I have enough money for two things, Remi." Discouraged, Remi sets the game back on the shelf and glances around for something for her friend. Meanwhile, Jarett's eye is caught by an interesting looking board game... The box is gray, and written on the front in bold black letters is "Try Me." He picks up the game on the front of the shelf and, immediately, a few tiny black figures drop from it to the ground below him. He flips it over and is shocked to see a giant hole in the back of the box. Remi turns around and reaches down to pick up the little black characters. "Jarett, look! It looks a little like old Mr. Larry from the neighborhood," Remi exclaims with a giggle. Jarett picks up the other pieces and studies their faces. "Funny little characters," he observes. "Can I keep this one?" Remi asks. "I guess", says Jarett, "considering it's probably missing a bunch of pieces already." Jarett takes one more look at the hole in the back of the box and then sets it back on the shelf. "Let's get going. You don't wanna miss your party."
As Remi takes her friend's game to the cash register, Jarett reaches into his pocket and pulls out the three little black figures he kept from the broken board game. Remi hands her game to the cashier and asks her brother for money to pay. Before he can reach into his pocket for his wallet, Remi notices the figures in his hand and gasps. She grabs the skinniest one and declares, "this is Ms. Molly." Jarett is confused. "What are you talking about, Remi?" Once again, she states confidently, "this is Ms. Molly, my teacher." She grabs another one. "And this is mom!" Jarett grabs it immediately and stares at its face. "I don't see it, Remi. You're silly." Remi gets louder. "No, Jarett! This is mom! Look!" He grabs the change from the cashier, hands his sister her game, and leads her swiftly out of Walmart.
Just as Jarett and gets in the car, he gets a call on his phone. It's Mrs. Reilly. Remi watches her brother's face through the car mirror as he listens intently to the voice on the other side. He sets the phone down into the passenger seat, and Remi asks why he looks upset. "Nothing, Remi. It's okay." She questions him more. "No, you don't look good. What's wrong?" Jarett decides to tell her but doesn't know how to. "Mom just got a call from your school, Remi. Um... well, I..." His gaze doesn't move from the window as he tries to find the words. "Ms. Molly. She, uh... she was in the hospital last night," continues Jarett. "I know," says Remi. "She said she was going to get her knee fixed." "Well..." says Jarett, "this morning, she died." He turned to look at his little sister's face. A mixture of shock and horror overcame her, but she didn't say a word, nor did she cry. As if a strange idea invaded her mind, she slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the black figures she had with her. The skinny one she declared to have looked like her teacher was now faceless and felt immensely lighter to Remi.
To be continued... (It's way too late)
Jarett has had his driver's license for two weeks now, and Remi has never ridden with him, mainly because she is only seven and sometimes has trouble controlling herself, so it's hard for Jarett to take her places. However, today, while Mr. Reilly works, Mrs. Reilly is in Atlanta for a service project and has asked Jarett to take Remi to her friend's birthday party at a pizza place only a few miles from their house. He agrees and both kids watch from the living room window as their mom backs her car out of the dimly lit driveway. About five minutes later, Jarett starts the car, but Remi remembers she has to get her friend a gift. About five minutes down the road, Jarett pulls the car into the parking lot of Walmart. The kids hop out and Jarett makes Remi promise she will stay with him and not run off. "Sure," Remi replies. "And do you have money for me?" Her big brother holds out a ten.
After about twelve minutes of looking in the girl's clothing section and all the toy and candy aisles, Jarett reminds Remi that she needs to pick something out, or she'll be late to her friend's party. "Look!" Remi exclaims as she rushes over to the board games. Jarett hurries after her and watches her as she grabs Monopoly from the shelf. "I've never played this before," says Remi excitedly. "Can we get it?" "For Bella?" "Her name isn't Bella, it's Bailey. And no, not her. Us!" Jarett thinks for a second but tells his sister that they came only to get something for her friend. "I don't think I have enough money for two things, Remi." Discouraged, Remi sets the game back on the shelf and glances around for something for her friend. Meanwhile, Jarett's eye is caught by an interesting looking board game... The box is gray, and written on the front in bold black letters is "Try Me." He picks up the game on the front of the shelf and, immediately, a few tiny black figures drop from it to the ground below him. He flips it over and is shocked to see a giant hole in the back of the box. Remi turns around and reaches down to pick up the little black characters. "Jarett, look! It looks a little like old Mr. Larry from the neighborhood," Remi exclaims with a giggle. Jarett picks up the other pieces and studies their faces. "Funny little characters," he observes. "Can I keep this one?" Remi asks. "I guess", says Jarett, "considering it's probably missing a bunch of pieces already." Jarett takes one more look at the hole in the back of the box and then sets it back on the shelf. "Let's get going. You don't wanna miss your party."
As Remi takes her friend's game to the cash register, Jarett reaches into his pocket and pulls out the three little black figures he kept from the broken board game. Remi hands her game to the cashier and asks her brother for money to pay. Before he can reach into his pocket for his wallet, Remi notices the figures in his hand and gasps. She grabs the skinniest one and declares, "this is Ms. Molly." Jarett is confused. "What are you talking about, Remi?" Once again, she states confidently, "this is Ms. Molly, my teacher." She grabs another one. "And this is mom!" Jarett grabs it immediately and stares at its face. "I don't see it, Remi. You're silly." Remi gets louder. "No, Jarett! This is mom! Look!" He grabs the change from the cashier, hands his sister her game, and leads her swiftly out of Walmart.
Just as Jarett and gets in the car, he gets a call on his phone. It's Mrs. Reilly. Remi watches her brother's face through the car mirror as he listens intently to the voice on the other side. He sets the phone down into the passenger seat, and Remi asks why he looks upset. "Nothing, Remi. It's okay." She questions him more. "No, you don't look good. What's wrong?" Jarett decides to tell her but doesn't know how to. "Mom just got a call from your school, Remi. Um... well, I..." His gaze doesn't move from the window as he tries to find the words. "Ms. Molly. She, uh... she was in the hospital last night," continues Jarett. "I know," says Remi. "She said she was going to get her knee fixed." "Well..." says Jarett, "this morning, she died." He turned to look at his little sister's face. A mixture of shock and horror overcame her, but she didn't say a word, nor did she cry. As if a strange idea invaded her mind, she slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the black figures she had with her. The skinny one she declared to have looked like her teacher was now faceless and felt immensely lighter to Remi.
To be continued... (It's way too late)
The Big Green Monster
There was a young girl named Eva, who was soon to be a big sister. A few weeks later her mother had the baby. When she came home from the hospital, Eva was delighted!
"This is Delilah," her mother said. "You're her big sister. You have to treat her with love and care."
"I will, Mama," Eva said with a smile.
But after the baby arrived, her mother didn't seem to have any time for her. The baby cried all day and all night. Eva couldn't bear to hear her screaming and bawling. She couldn't even think and eventually, she had enough.
"Mama! I'm sick and tired of hearing her cry!" she shouted. "I can't study with all this racket! Can you please shut her up?"
"You need to be more understanding," her mother said. "Delilah is just a baby. You're her big sister."
"But you're always with Delilah," Eva cried. "You never have time for me anymore. I'd like to spend time with you too, mama. I'd like to go to the store with you, to the park with you.."
"You're old enough to go to all those places by yourself," her mother said. "So shut your mouth and stop being so selfish."
"I hate you!" Eva screamed as she burst into tears.
She ran upstairs, slammed her door and locked herself in her room. That night Eva had a very disturbing dream. In the nightmare, she saw herself walking through the house in darkness. She went into her mother's room and tip-toed over to the baby's crib. Then, she picked up her little sister and carried her downstairs. She opened the back door and brought Delilah out to the garden. There, by the light of the moon, she fetched a shovel from the shed, dug a little hole in the wet grass and buried her little sister alive.
When she woke up in the morning, Eva was shaking and covered in sweat. She felt sick to her stomach. The nightmare had seemed so real. She was horrified.
"Mom was right," she thought. "Delilah is just a baby and I'm her big sister. I need to learn to put up with things like this. I'm going to ask mom to forgive me."
Just then, her mother burst into her room. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Eva, do you know where Delilah is?" she asked. "When I woke up this morning, she wasn't in her crib. Do you know anything?"
The little girl shook her head.
"Are you sure?" her mother demanded. "You really don't know anything? Do you swear?"
Eva gulped. "Yes, I swear."
"Alright! Alright!" her mother said. "Help me find her!"
They searched the house from top to bottom, but they couldn't find Delilah, she was nowhere to be seen. Finally, her mother fell to her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Where did she go? How could she just disappear like this?" her mother wailed.
Eva was wringing her hands nervously.
"Eva you know something!" her mother screamed. "Eva you know what happened to Delilah, don't you!"
"No, I don't know anything..." Eva said.
"I know when you're lying!" her mother shouted. "Tell me! Where is Delilah?"
Eva couldn't bear the guilt anymore. she looked out the window and pointed at a little mound of earth in the garden.
"No!" her mother cried "Dear God! No! This cant be true!
"Mama!" the little girl sobbed. she tried to grab her mother's hand.
"Don't touch me!" her mother screamed. "You killed Delilah, didn't you! You killed her because you were jealous!"
"I didn't mean it, Mama!" Eva cried. "I didn't mean it!"
Her mother flew into a violent rage. she grabbed her daughter by the neck and began choking the life out of her. she squeezed and squeezed until she couldn't squeeze anymore. by the time she came to her senses, Eva lay dead on the wooden floor.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
The mother got to her feet and answered it.
When she opened the door, she saw her neighbor standing outside. he was holding Delilah in his arms.
"We found her crawling around outside," he said. "She must have gotten out of her crib during the night. Good thing we found her before something bad happened..."
"This is Delilah," her mother said. "You're her big sister. You have to treat her with love and care."
"I will, Mama," Eva said with a smile.
But after the baby arrived, her mother didn't seem to have any time for her. The baby cried all day and all night. Eva couldn't bear to hear her screaming and bawling. She couldn't even think and eventually, she had enough.
"Mama! I'm sick and tired of hearing her cry!" she shouted. "I can't study with all this racket! Can you please shut her up?"
"You need to be more understanding," her mother said. "Delilah is just a baby. You're her big sister."
"But you're always with Delilah," Eva cried. "You never have time for me anymore. I'd like to spend time with you too, mama. I'd like to go to the store with you, to the park with you.."
"You're old enough to go to all those places by yourself," her mother said. "So shut your mouth and stop being so selfish."
"I hate you!" Eva screamed as she burst into tears.
She ran upstairs, slammed her door and locked herself in her room. That night Eva had a very disturbing dream. In the nightmare, she saw herself walking through the house in darkness. She went into her mother's room and tip-toed over to the baby's crib. Then, she picked up her little sister and carried her downstairs. She opened the back door and brought Delilah out to the garden. There, by the light of the moon, she fetched a shovel from the shed, dug a little hole in the wet grass and buried her little sister alive.
When she woke up in the morning, Eva was shaking and covered in sweat. She felt sick to her stomach. The nightmare had seemed so real. She was horrified.
"Mom was right," she thought. "Delilah is just a baby and I'm her big sister. I need to learn to put up with things like this. I'm going to ask mom to forgive me."
Just then, her mother burst into her room. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Eva, do you know where Delilah is?" she asked. "When I woke up this morning, she wasn't in her crib. Do you know anything?"
The little girl shook her head.
"Are you sure?" her mother demanded. "You really don't know anything? Do you swear?"
Eva gulped. "Yes, I swear."
"Alright! Alright!" her mother said. "Help me find her!"
They searched the house from top to bottom, but they couldn't find Delilah, she was nowhere to be seen. Finally, her mother fell to her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Where did she go? How could she just disappear like this?" her mother wailed.
Eva was wringing her hands nervously.
"Eva you know something!" her mother screamed. "Eva you know what happened to Delilah, don't you!"
"No, I don't know anything..." Eva said.
"I know when you're lying!" her mother shouted. "Tell me! Where is Delilah?"
Eva couldn't bear the guilt anymore. she looked out the window and pointed at a little mound of earth in the garden.
"No!" her mother cried "Dear God! No! This cant be true!
"Mama!" the little girl sobbed. she tried to grab her mother's hand.
"Don't touch me!" her mother screamed. "You killed Delilah, didn't you! You killed her because you were jealous!"
"I didn't mean it, Mama!" Eva cried. "I didn't mean it!"
Her mother flew into a violent rage. she grabbed her daughter by the neck and began choking the life out of her. she squeezed and squeezed until she couldn't squeeze anymore. by the time she came to her senses, Eva lay dead on the wooden floor.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
The mother got to her feet and answered it.
When she opened the door, she saw her neighbor standing outside. he was holding Delilah in his arms.
"We found her crawling around outside," he said. "She must have gotten out of her crib during the night. Good thing we found her before something bad happened..."
The scariest thing ever.
After a long day of school, Harris went home. He was so tired that all he wanted to do was watch Netflix. But to his horror, he opened his phone and realized that the WiFi was down.
The End...
The End...
Rain of Dirt
I smiled as I sat down on the grassy field. The grass blades bent around me in the wind, engaged in a jubilant dance with the breeze. I leaned back and laid my head on a soft bed of moss, watching as the clouds passed by above.
For a moment, the world faded, as my mind slowly began to wake. But the dream held on, and happily I slipped back into the peaceful world.
I had just spotted a funny looking cloud when a rain drop fell upon my cheek. I jerked my head, furrowing my brows. I tried to find that cloud again.
Another drop fell upon my eyelid, then another, then another. Frustrated, I searched the sky for the source of the rain, just as a raindrop fell directly toward my eye.
Except it wasn't rain.
The small drop of dark, earthen mud landed heavily upon my cheek as my eyes flew open.
I shook my head, seeing the comforting darkness around me. A strange dream, rain turning to dirt. I began to stretch, then froze.
Except that I didn't freeze.
It is not possible to freeze when you can't move.
My breath became ratcheted as I first tried to move my hands, then my legs. Straining, I jerked my body upward, the only direction I could move. I cried out in pain as my head smashed into wood.
I stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped thinking. For I could finally see.
All around me, the walls of dark oak pressed in. The wood enveloped me, casing me inside an inescapable cocoon of dank wood. One small sliver of light shone down onto me, a crack in the oaken wood.
I was in a coffin.
I started to scream, the yell bursting from my throat when that earthen rain fell on me once more. It filled my mouth with its rotten powder, and my scream turned into a choke as I retched. I spat the dirt out, whimpering as I saw a worm crawl away.
I cried out again, straining my voice to be heard over the muffled thump that reverberated around the coffin, synchronized with the rain of dirt.
The thumps stopped, as I cried with relief. I heard the sound as two feet landed next to this dark box I was in.
Thank God, thank God. Someone had heard me. I shudder, a mixture of "Help me" and "Thank you, thank you," escaping my raw throat.
The coffin lid creaked open, and I shut my eyes against the sun as my savior reached down.
I smiled, as I whimpered my thanks.
That was the last thing I said before a rag was shoved into my mouth, and the coffin lid closed. The darkness returned again, suffocating me with its presence. The darkness was all I had left, along with the sound of the shovelful's of dirt and my muffled screams.
Slowly, slowly, the small rain of dirt fell down through the crack above me. It rested atop the rag at first, but as more and more fell, it slowly sifted through the cloth and down into my throat.
My muffled screams became quieter and quieter as the dirt slowly slid down my throat.
Eventually, no screams came from my empty body, and all that was left was the darkness. A cold, haunted darkness only found six feet beneath the ground.
For a moment, the world faded, as my mind slowly began to wake. But the dream held on, and happily I slipped back into the peaceful world.
I had just spotted a funny looking cloud when a rain drop fell upon my cheek. I jerked my head, furrowing my brows. I tried to find that cloud again.
Another drop fell upon my eyelid, then another, then another. Frustrated, I searched the sky for the source of the rain, just as a raindrop fell directly toward my eye.
Except it wasn't rain.
The small drop of dark, earthen mud landed heavily upon my cheek as my eyes flew open.
I shook my head, seeing the comforting darkness around me. A strange dream, rain turning to dirt. I began to stretch, then froze.
Except that I didn't freeze.
It is not possible to freeze when you can't move.
My breath became ratcheted as I first tried to move my hands, then my legs. Straining, I jerked my body upward, the only direction I could move. I cried out in pain as my head smashed into wood.
I stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped thinking. For I could finally see.
All around me, the walls of dark oak pressed in. The wood enveloped me, casing me inside an inescapable cocoon of dank wood. One small sliver of light shone down onto me, a crack in the oaken wood.
I was in a coffin.
I started to scream, the yell bursting from my throat when that earthen rain fell on me once more. It filled my mouth with its rotten powder, and my scream turned into a choke as I retched. I spat the dirt out, whimpering as I saw a worm crawl away.
I cried out again, straining my voice to be heard over the muffled thump that reverberated around the coffin, synchronized with the rain of dirt.
The thumps stopped, as I cried with relief. I heard the sound as two feet landed next to this dark box I was in.
Thank God, thank God. Someone had heard me. I shudder, a mixture of "Help me" and "Thank you, thank you," escaping my raw throat.
The coffin lid creaked open, and I shut my eyes against the sun as my savior reached down.
I smiled, as I whimpered my thanks.
That was the last thing I said before a rag was shoved into my mouth, and the coffin lid closed. The darkness returned again, suffocating me with its presence. The darkness was all I had left, along with the sound of the shovelful's of dirt and my muffled screams.
Slowly, slowly, the small rain of dirt fell down through the crack above me. It rested atop the rag at first, but as more and more fell, it slowly sifted through the cloth and down into my throat.
My muffled screams became quieter and quieter as the dirt slowly slid down my throat.
Eventually, no screams came from my empty body, and all that was left was the darkness. A cold, haunted darkness only found six feet beneath the ground.
Bradley Doo Where Are You?
"Dude, Where are the rest of the Bradley Snacks™ Brad?" Said Camden as they rode down a bumpy, gravel road in the back of the old Mystery Machine.
"Ruh Roh Camden, Rooks rike I ate the role rox."
"Like..Brad, I told you to save some for me man" exclaimed Camden
"Ree hee hee hee hee" laughed Brad as he rubbed his stomach while he finished off the rest of the box of snacks.
"Hold on gang! Listen to this!" Said Josh as he turned up the radio.
"There has been an increasing amount of disappearances from the Fideles Christian School senior class over the past couple of months and no one seems to have any clue on where these students could be. The entire community is frightened by these mysterious disappearances and refuses to go anywhere near the school. If you have any information on where these kids could be located please contact the police."
"Well, guys I think we know where we are off to next." said Devin while pushing up his glasses.
"Thats right!" Agreed Josh "Gang, It looks like we have a mystery on our hands!"
"But where do we even start?" asked Brittany as she finished brushing her hair.
"The best place to start would be where the crime happened itself, Fideles Christian School." said Devin confidently.
Awww like, come on guys! Brad and I were just about to head to my favorite sandwich shop! It's super sandwich Sunday!" said Camden
"Rike reah! Re were ronna rorder the whole menu! Rwice!
"It's too late to not solve this mystery now, lets get going!'' said Josh while ignoring the hungry duo and yanking the wheel in the opposite direction headed towards the school.
The whole crew got out of the van and walked through a empty parking lot to get to the small warehouse-like school. Camden opened the door and was immediately greeted with the stern face of the school principal, the well known Mr. Whisenant.
"Why are you hooligans hanging around my school? It's a sunday for crying out loud!" said the principal with a harsh voice"
"Like, we're just here to check out where all those students have been disappearing man" Said Camden intimidated by the large man.
"Rike, yeah man" Said Brad soon after.
Mr. Whisenant sighed as he opened the door to the school completely and invited them in.
He explained that the entire senior class had disappeared with the exception of one of the newer students, David.
Mr. Whisenant hesitantly wished them his luck and returned to his office to finish up his work and sing some oldies in solitude.
Alright gang you know the drill, its time to split up. The girls and I will go talk to that remaining senior and Camden and Brad are going to go look around the school for clues.
"Why do we have to go look around, I don't wanna!" exclaimed Camden
"Yeah, me reither!"
"Would you do it for a Bradley Doo Snack?" asked Brittany.
"Nuh uh" Camden and Brad said in unison.
"How about a whole box of Bradley Doo Snacks?" said Devin shaking a box of snacks teasingly
Brad ran on all fours, jumped up, and grabbed the box straight from Devin's hand and continued to run toward the lower school side of the building.
"Like Brad!" Shouted Camden while chasing after him "Save some for meeee"
"Ree hee hee hee hee hee" laughed Brad as he made his speedy getaway.
Brad continued to run around the entire school trying to eat all the Bradley Doo Snacks he could in the process. Camden was hot on his tail eager to get his hands on some snacks and chased Brad right up into the school attic. Brad ran around the attic on all floors with the box of snacks tightly gripped in his mouth.
" Li-Like Brad! I swear when I catch you your gonna wish yo-"
Camden's threat was cut short as he broke through the old attic floor.
"Zoinks Brad! Im not feeling so good." said Camden with a disoriented look on his face while covered in broken floor boards.
Camden look around he realized he was not in a class room, but a room in between the walls of the school! It was a small narrow space that was dusty and filled with cobwebs. The dark room was also accompanied with a large oven and cauldron in the corner. There were also shelves filled with an abundance of cooking utensils and tasty ingredients.
"Like Brad, get down here! I think I found a gold mine!"
Excited to eat all baking ingredients, Brad did a graceful swan dive into the hole of the floor and slammed right on top of Camden's head. Camden stood up with stars floating around his head and tried to walk around, but he just ended up stumbling and bashing his head again into a large metal door.
"Ramden, whats up rith the roor? asked Brad with a face full of icing stolen from one of the shelves.
Brad tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. Camden replied "Brad stop messing around with that creepy door and lets get out of this place!"
Just then there was a banging on the door and multiple screams from the other side.
Brad jumped up into Camden's arms obviously spooked by the sounds on the other side of the door.
"Like Brad, that has to be the seniors that disappeared! Quick lets go tell the others and get that door open!"
Suddenly the lights went out and there was blood curdling howl that filled the halls of the school.
" Ruh-Roh"
Josh and the girls called up David and planed to meet him in upper school wing of the school. They searched through the upper school and found David sitting in one of the classrooms working.
"Hey is that you David?" asked Brittany as the group made themselves into the dark classroom.
David let out a squeal and fell out of his chair.
"Oh it's just you guys....Sorry its just I've been a little on edge lately." said David as he got back up onto his chair.
"Don't worry, you've got nothing to worry when you're with us!" said Josh with confidence. " So what's really going on around here David? Do you have any idea what happened to your class mates?
"I honestly have no idea.." said David gloomily. "One would disappear every school day around lunchtime and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The power would go out and then there would be a loud howl that would hurt everyones ears. When the lights came back on, there would always be one less senior. And now, Im the only on left." David got up from his chair quickly and said "I have one thing that might help you guys with your investigation, but its in my car. Let me go get it real quick, wait one sec."
David left and Josh pondered "Hmmm..What could be causing all the howls that David heard."
Josh fixed his ascot and looked around the room for any clues. Thats when the lights went out and a ear-splitting howl echoed though the school. Everyone panicked including Devin who ran into the classroom wall. Devin's glasses flew off his head and Devin fell to the ground.
"Oh no! My glasses! My glasses! I can't see without my glasses!"
Devin frantically crawled around the whole room looking for his glasses when he put his hand on something furry.
"Brad is that you? Thank god! Did you find my glasses?"
There was a huge growl and Devin could feel the hot breath of the beast before him.
"Well did you find it or not Brad?" asked Devin obliviously.
The beast put Devin's glasses back on his head and growled once more attempting to scare Devin.
"Jinkies! It's a werewolf!" The wolf let out another howl and the gang ran out of the classroom as fast as they could.
To be Continued..(AKA Im too tired to finish it)
THIS IS A TRUE STORY
It was a dark, cold late-October night. The air was crisp and chilled right to the bone. We had spent the last few hours getting lost in the the seemingly endless fields of corn, and now it was time to enter the scariest place little 14 year-old me had ever been: the haunted corn maze. As we stood in line I found myself contemplating how I--the girl who screams during horror movie trailers at the movie theater--had gotten talked into going anywhere with the word haunted in the name. "At least I'm not alone," I though to myself as I looked down at Hannah, who was cutting the circulation off in my arm with her nervous grip. "Don't worry," Dalton's reassuring voice was barely audible over the loud creepy haunted house music. I linked arms with Dalton and Hannah, and closed my eyes as I entered the maze. I was at the point of no return.
After stumbling through the misty entrance, I realized it was completely insane to walk through a maze with my eyes closed. Reluctantly, my eyes fluttered open. At first, I wasn't scared. In fact, Hannah and I ran and skipped and laughed through the first 5 minutes of it. I found that, for the most part, if I steered clear of the monsters, they'd steer clear of me.Well, I thought this until the unthinkable happened.
Hannah and I retreated back to our body guard as we saw the undead creatures wielding chainsaws lurking up ahead on the path. Our trio linked arms and started to walk forward, which was unfortunately our only option. When we got close to the roaring saws and their creepy owners, Hannah and I began to scream. I heard Dalton tell them to chase us as Hannah and I took off faster than the two of us had probably ever run in our lives. We sprinted through the rest of the maze with the chainsaws growling at our heels. Terrified, we ran into an old dilapidated shed-looking structure. More Zombies and blood-covered bodies jumped out at us, but all we could do was run forward.
And then finally, there was the end.
After stumbling through the misty entrance, I realized it was completely insane to walk through a maze with my eyes closed. Reluctantly, my eyes fluttered open. At first, I wasn't scared. In fact, Hannah and I ran and skipped and laughed through the first 5 minutes of it. I found that, for the most part, if I steered clear of the monsters, they'd steer clear of me.Well, I thought this until the unthinkable happened.
Hannah and I retreated back to our body guard as we saw the undead creatures wielding chainsaws lurking up ahead on the path. Our trio linked arms and started to walk forward, which was unfortunately our only option. When we got close to the roaring saws and their creepy owners, Hannah and I began to scream. I heard Dalton tell them to chase us as Hannah and I took off faster than the two of us had probably ever run in our lives. We sprinted through the rest of the maze with the chainsaws growling at our heels. Terrified, we ran into an old dilapidated shed-looking structure. More Zombies and blood-covered bodies jumped out at us, but all we could do was run forward.
And then finally, there was the end.
Don't mess around with Mirrors
She
stood outside of the old abandoned house debating to go in or not. Her cousin
was stood with her friends behind her. 'Go on, go in, if you want to hang out
with us for 2 weeks you have to stay there, tonight by yourself' Sarah was a
lonely girl, she had been sent to her aunties for two weeks so that she could
get used to the area before her family uprooted her. She had tried making
friends with her cousin Lilly and the only way to do this was to stay in that
house. Lilly made up a story about how a mother and child used to live there
and when they moved in the girl chose the back bedroom that over looked the
garden, and it has this big fancy wall mirror. In which the little girl loved.
After a few weeks, the little girl went missing and after 1 year the police
report was closed. No one has ever seen the little girl since, and according to
legend she haunts this house. Sarah was spooked by this story, but determined
to make friends she entered the doorway and made her way up the old staircase.
She went into the little girl’s bedroom, she found the mirror on the wall, a
wardrobe and a bed. She decided to lay down and get some sleep. Sarah woke in
the night to the sound of a little voice. She sat up and looked around the
room, she noticed the mirror. It was cloudy and she could see a small girl’s
reflection. The girl was asking for help, as Sarah looked at the mirror she
noticed something behind the girl. Sarah panicked and smashed against the
glass. She turned around and the girl was looking at her, she had been freed. Sarah
then noticed the mirror, the girl was still in the mirror. But it was the other
way around the girl was in the bedroom. Sarah looked around she was stood in
darkness. Sarah banged on the mirror. The girl smirked and walked out of the
room. The next day Lilly went into the house, looking for Sarah. No sign of
her. She told her mom and a police report was given. 1 year later they closed
the report. No one has seen Sarah Since. But Sarah can see them, every time new
owners go to that house, they like the mirror, they keep it. But they don't
know what lurks behind it.
This Is Long (like really long) But I Hope It's Worth It (it's probably not)....
Again, this is long. It has a purpose and is hopefully worth it. It probably wont be. So be warned.
The business man wakes up at 2 am to a low, rhythmic thumping. *thump thump*....*thump thump*... Curious, and a little nervous, the man grabs a flashlight and searches the first floor. Nothing. As he climbs to the second story, the thumping intensifies...*Thump Thump**Thump Thump*...again, he finds nothing out of order on the second floor. At last he climbs the stairs to the third floor. *THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP* Upon reaching the last closet in the last room, he opens the door slowly. And there. In the closet, is a coffin. The coffin slowly rises up, and starts chasing the business man. "AHHHH!" He screams *THUMP THUMP* as he runs from the closet. He doesn't even make it to the stairs before the coffin swallows him up...
Bill returns the next morning to the now vacant house. "I tried to warn him..." Bill thinks to himself.
5 years go by. Now there was a young man, also very successful, wanting a summer home down in Georgia. As he was driving he saw the house. "What a beautiful house!" Meeting Bill, he too asks to buy the house. "Oh no. You don't want that house, it's haunted." Says Bill, "5 years ago someone disappeared in that very house." The young man insisted and Bill said, "Well, I'll let you spend the night in the house and if you still want it in the morning, it's all yours." So the young man drove to the house and began preparing to spend the night. Around 10:30, beginning to feel sleepy, he makes sure everything is in order, and falls asleep in the bedroom on the first floor of the three story house.
The young man wakes up at 2 am to a low, rhythmic thumping. *thump thump*....*thump thump*... Curious, and a little nervous, the man grabs a flashlight and searches the first floor. Nothing. As he climbs to the second story, the thumping intensifies...*Thump Thump**Thump Thump*...again, he finds nothing out of order on the second floor. At last he climbs the stairs to the third floor. *THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP* Upon reaching the last closet in the last room, he opens the door slowly. And there. In the closet, is the coffin. The coffin slowly rises up, and starts chasing the young man. "AHHHH!" He screams *THUMP THUMP* as he runs from the closet. He, being more agile than the business man, makes it down the first flight of stairs. He begins running toward the next step the the coffin swallows him up. Just like the first...
Bill returns the next morning to the now vacant house. "I tried to warn him..." Bill thinks to himself.
10 years go by. Now there is an ex marine, wanting to live out the rest of his life in peace. As he was driving into the town he saw the house. "What a beautiful house!" Meeting Bill, he too asks to buy the house. "Oh no. You don't want that house, it's haunted." Says Bill, "10 years ago someone disappeared in that very house." The ex marine insisted and Bill said, "Well, I'll let you spend the night in the house and if you still want it in the morning, it's all yours." So the marine drove to the house and began preparing to spend the night. This marine came prepared. He was not afraid of the supernatural, however as a precaution, brought all of his guns. He lays down on the couch with a handgun in one hand, flashlight in the other...
The marine, still awake at 2 am, begins to hear a low, rhythmic thumping. *thump thump*....*thump thump*... Curious, but not frightened, the marine grabs a flashlight and searches the first floor. Nothing. As he climbs to the second story, the thumping intensifies...*Thump Thump**Thump Thump*...again, he finds nothing out of order on the second floor. At last he climbs the stairs to the third floor. *THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP* Upon reaching the last closet in the last room, he opens the door slowly. And there. In the closet, is the coffin. The coffin slowly rises up, and starts chasing the marine. "AHHHH!" He screams *THUMP THUMP* as he runs from the closet. The marine fires his handgun over and over into the coffin but nothing happens. The marine makes it down the first flight of stairs and turns and grabs his rifle and unloads on the coffin. Nothing. Sprinting down the second flight he returns to the first floor. He grabs a grenade and tosses it at the coffin. The coffin just swallows the grenade and won't stop. Terrified, he runs out to his car and begins throwing anything and everything he can. The coffin wont stop. Car keys, swallowed. Tissues, swallowed. Cough drops..................the cough drops stopped the coughin'.
I am so sorry this is so long. I didn't realize it while I was typing. I might have misspelled coughin' a couple times but I'm sure you guys caught that. Ugh.
SCP-106 (Lost Footage)
Dear Professor Clemmons
This message should be secure, but just in case do not continue reading until you have disabled all surveillance cameras in your quarters.
As per our agreement I have managed to procure footage of the discovery of SCP-106. As to how I obtained these videos is none of your concern. I expect for you to honor your side of the bargain. In case your memory has been in any way impeded I will remind you what you owe me, 21 btcs in addition to the ceasing of experimentation on my daughter. The Foundation should have not be able to track this transaction if you transfer the money to the following coded address (2dfe45Gt6--6789).
*Camera 1 flickers on
*Camera 1 perspective: The camera is stationed outside of a 2-story abandoned house, the walls and covered in mold and mildew and the wood siding is completely rotten and weak. There are a number of windows on the bottom floor; however, all of the glass in these windows has been blown out. The window seals are all rotten and many have fallen off and lay broken in front of the building. The camera is in the front yard of the building where the vegetation seems to to be growing out to the point that it almost covers the door. The camera is slowly lifted by an unknown force and is carried toward the door. The door itself is rotten and hanging lazily off of the hinges. The camera pans down slightly to show a pair of boots and jeans which cover the legs which presumably belongs to the camera man. A low grunt is heard as the camera shakes; the camera pans back up and shows that the door has been forced open. The door leads to what appears to be a sitting room, stairs to the upper level are directly in front of the door, but the sitting room is located simply 2 feet to the right of the stairs. The floor is covered in chunks of wood and broken glass; all furniture in the room is broken down and in a terrible level of disrepair. There are cracked photos of the assumed previous owners of the house. One picture stands out above all others, the camera slightly bobs as it slowly drifts towards what was once a picture of a young man in an army uniform. However, it seems that time has not been very generous to this picture as the frame is bent and the glass is shattered. The picture itself is torn, and the person inside the photo is distorted to the extent that it would be hard to tell if the inhabitant of the photo was indeed human had it not been for the obvious uniform. The Camera bobs slightly as it moves into the kitchen, which is full of rusted pots and pans, rotten tables and counters, and spoiled food. The Camera man doesn't stop to further investigate the room, but instead heads to the door in the very back of the room. The door opens up to the back yard, extremely different from the front yard. While the front yard was full of thriving vegetation, the back yard has almost no vegetation. All plant life is either dead or dying, the color yellow stains every inch of the grass up to the broken fence which boxes most of the yard. There appears to be a cellar entrance at the side of the house. This entrance is covered by the only pieces of non-rotten wood in the entire facility. The camera turns around and heads back inside towards the upstairs. The camera man very gingerly ascends the staircase making certain not to fall through said stairs. The upstairs appears to be a kind of empty attic, with a long room with a slanted ceiling and one bed and drawer on the opposite end of the room. Above the bed lies one solitary round window, the camera moves toward the bed and drawer. However, the camera as well as the man's steady breathing ceases as the sounds of something ascending the stairs is heard. The camera man slowly turns around to see a very old looking man with a bloody smile. His skin is dark, wrinkled, and obviously deteriorating; his eyes are dark black and are sunk into the back of his head. The camera man backs up, his breath growing steadily louder and more sporadic. The floor under the old man's feet seems to be growing even more rotten than it was before. In fact, the floor starts to sink in from the weight of the two entities. Until finally the camera shakes around in a blur as the floor gives out. *Camera 1 flickers off
*Camera 2 flickers on
*Camera 2 perspective: The camera had been pulled out of the pack of the camera man who had fallen through the floor. The man grunts as he struggles to pull himself up along with the camera. Finally, he gets up and turns the camera towards his torso so he can wipe off any smudges on the lens. The camera is turned downward, the previous camera is seen broken on the floor. Suddenly the sound of a door closing is heard. Without panning the camera back up, the camera man runs to the back yard and points the camera at the cellar entrance. The cellar entrance has a massive whole in the center, and the once good wood now seems to be decades older. The man moves into the pitch black cellar. Nothing can be seen due to the lack of lighting; however, the heavy breathing of the camera man can be heard crystal clear. The man's anxiety is evident as the camera shakes violently in rhythm to his breathing. A flash light turns on and illuminates the room, the camera revolves around the room... no sign of anything else in the cellar. There are plenty of old rotten barrels, and spiderwebs line the stone wall and floor. There is a very piercing sound of shifting rocks as the cameras spins around. The same old man seems to be crawling through the wall of the cellar. Startled, the camera man jumps backwards and falls onto the stone floor. The camera adjusts in time to see the old man dashing toward it. The camera is flung to the other side of the room as nothing but the sounds of screams fill the audio. The flashlight is flung next to the camera in time to show the same camera man being dragged into floor of the cellar. He appears to still be alive as he struggles to keep his upper body from being dragged down with the strange old man. However, his struggling is in vain as he is eventually consumed by the dark stone floor of the cellar. After a few hours pass, the flashlight flickers out leaving all other visuals
*Camera 2 end of footage...
This message should be secure, but just in case do not continue reading until you have disabled all surveillance cameras in your quarters.
As per our agreement I have managed to procure footage of the discovery of SCP-106. As to how I obtained these videos is none of your concern. I expect for you to honor your side of the bargain. In case your memory has been in any way impeded I will remind you what you owe me, 21 btcs in addition to the ceasing of experimentation on my daughter. The Foundation should have not be able to track this transaction if you transfer the money to the following coded address (2dfe45Gt6--6789).
*Camera 1 flickers on
*Camera 1 perspective: The camera is stationed outside of a 2-story abandoned house, the walls and covered in mold and mildew and the wood siding is completely rotten and weak. There are a number of windows on the bottom floor; however, all of the glass in these windows has been blown out. The window seals are all rotten and many have fallen off and lay broken in front of the building. The camera is in the front yard of the building where the vegetation seems to to be growing out to the point that it almost covers the door. The camera is slowly lifted by an unknown force and is carried toward the door. The door itself is rotten and hanging lazily off of the hinges. The camera pans down slightly to show a pair of boots and jeans which cover the legs which presumably belongs to the camera man. A low grunt is heard as the camera shakes; the camera pans back up and shows that the door has been forced open. The door leads to what appears to be a sitting room, stairs to the upper level are directly in front of the door, but the sitting room is located simply 2 feet to the right of the stairs. The floor is covered in chunks of wood and broken glass; all furniture in the room is broken down and in a terrible level of disrepair. There are cracked photos of the assumed previous owners of the house. One picture stands out above all others, the camera slightly bobs as it slowly drifts towards what was once a picture of a young man in an army uniform. However, it seems that time has not been very generous to this picture as the frame is bent and the glass is shattered. The picture itself is torn, and the person inside the photo is distorted to the extent that it would be hard to tell if the inhabitant of the photo was indeed human had it not been for the obvious uniform. The Camera bobs slightly as it moves into the kitchen, which is full of rusted pots and pans, rotten tables and counters, and spoiled food. The Camera man doesn't stop to further investigate the room, but instead heads to the door in the very back of the room. The door opens up to the back yard, extremely different from the front yard. While the front yard was full of thriving vegetation, the back yard has almost no vegetation. All plant life is either dead or dying, the color yellow stains every inch of the grass up to the broken fence which boxes most of the yard. There appears to be a cellar entrance at the side of the house. This entrance is covered by the only pieces of non-rotten wood in the entire facility. The camera turns around and heads back inside towards the upstairs. The camera man very gingerly ascends the staircase making certain not to fall through said stairs. The upstairs appears to be a kind of empty attic, with a long room with a slanted ceiling and one bed and drawer on the opposite end of the room. Above the bed lies one solitary round window, the camera moves toward the bed and drawer. However, the camera as well as the man's steady breathing ceases as the sounds of something ascending the stairs is heard. The camera man slowly turns around to see a very old looking man with a bloody smile. His skin is dark, wrinkled, and obviously deteriorating; his eyes are dark black and are sunk into the back of his head. The camera man backs up, his breath growing steadily louder and more sporadic. The floor under the old man's feet seems to be growing even more rotten than it was before. In fact, the floor starts to sink in from the weight of the two entities. Until finally the camera shakes around in a blur as the floor gives out. *Camera 1 flickers off
*Camera 2 flickers on
*Camera 2 perspective: The camera had been pulled out of the pack of the camera man who had fallen through the floor. The man grunts as he struggles to pull himself up along with the camera. Finally, he gets up and turns the camera towards his torso so he can wipe off any smudges on the lens. The camera is turned downward, the previous camera is seen broken on the floor. Suddenly the sound of a door closing is heard. Without panning the camera back up, the camera man runs to the back yard and points the camera at the cellar entrance. The cellar entrance has a massive whole in the center, and the once good wood now seems to be decades older. The man moves into the pitch black cellar. Nothing can be seen due to the lack of lighting; however, the heavy breathing of the camera man can be heard crystal clear. The man's anxiety is evident as the camera shakes violently in rhythm to his breathing. A flash light turns on and illuminates the room, the camera revolves around the room... no sign of anything else in the cellar. There are plenty of old rotten barrels, and spiderwebs line the stone wall and floor. There is a very piercing sound of shifting rocks as the cameras spins around. The same old man seems to be crawling through the wall of the cellar. Startled, the camera man jumps backwards and falls onto the stone floor. The camera adjusts in time to see the old man dashing toward it. The camera is flung to the other side of the room as nothing but the sounds of screams fill the audio. The flashlight is flung next to the camera in time to show the same camera man being dragged into floor of the cellar. He appears to still be alive as he struggles to keep his upper body from being dragged down with the strange old man. However, his struggling is in vain as he is eventually consumed by the dark stone floor of the cellar. After a few hours pass, the flashlight flickers out leaving all other visuals
*Camera 2 end of footage...
Horrors of Being a White Chick
It all started when I decided I wanted some Chipotle. The thought of eating their food excited me beyond belief. I went to grab my Uggs when I realized they were missing! Of course I could not be seen dead outside the house in my knock off pair of boots, so I decided to go and get a pumpkin spice latte instead. I could use the drive through and no one would have to see my monstrosities I call boots! I wasn't that hungry anyways. I get in my car and drive to Starbucks, but as I pull in, I realize they are closed for construction. I was so freakin' pissed at this point, I decided to go home. This was the worst day of my life. I couldn't imagine that it could get worse until I went to grab the TV remote and realize my acrylic nail was chipped. I almost started to cry. Almost in tears, I turn on Netflix and start watching Grey's Anatomy. I was so excited because I was on one of the last episodes of season 11, then it happens. Derek gets hit by a truck and dies! So over whelmed with emotions and horror, I died because I just couldn't even.
I'm Done Hiding
How on earth was Channel 4 News supposed to know that releasing
an expose on the history of the town’s foreclosed mental institute would cause
such a panic? The place had been closed for half a decade- why all the fuss
now? Okay… so maybe Kira could have edited out the part about that one escaped
patient but how were we supposed to know that the town would start a riot? Gosh,
for being a town of weather-hardened farm hands, these people were all so
jumpy.
There’s
supposed to be a town meeting that starts in five minutes about the whole affair.
After the article was released, some of the women and town have claimed that
they’ve seen the “insane escapee” over recent years, and the mayor hopes to
refute their allegations. The mayor has actually done a fairly good job at
handling the whole situation. I think the only reason the whole town isn’t in
anarchy is because of is exceptional leadership.
…
So far
the meeting is a bore. The witnesses of the “insane escapee” have nothing more than
porous stories about unprovable events. The mayor seems to quickly be calming
the crowd down and the meeting might actually be over fairly soon. The mayor is
just about to give a closing statement when…
“Ladies
and Gentleman, I am going to have to request a ten minute recess. We will
return in a moment.” Murmurs ripple through the crowd as the mayor and his
assistant walk out of the room. I dart out after them, hoping this is my chance
to get an exclusive for Channel 4.
The air’s
cooler in the hallway and the lights ominously flicker. There is the loud thud
from down the hall and I nearly jump out of my skin. I must look ridiculous,
terrified out of my wits over normal noises. It almost makes my laugh. I continue
down the hallway until I hear the mayor’s voice behind one of the doors.
I start
my introduction before I walk through the door. “Hello, Mayor Hindan- my name
is Ja-“
The
sight on the other side of the door freezes me to the core.
Ms.
Thimbaum, the mayor’s assistant, is splayed out on the floor drenched in blood.
I kneel down the floor next to her, trying to find a pulse. As I examine her
face closer, I see strange symbols carved into her forehead. In fact, all down
her neck and arms are carved the same symbols. Around her elbow, the symbols
turn into words.
I’m done hiding
I’m done hiding
I’m down hiding
Trying
to shove down the scream in my throat, I slowly get up off the floor. My khaki
pants are stained crimson and the sight makes my stomach roll. I have to get
out of here.
That
was until I heard him.
“Whose
there?” a voice echoes from shadows in the corner. It’s the mayor.
“Mister
Mayor? Is that you? Are you all right?” I start to walk over to the corner
before I hesitate.
The
only response is faint whispering.
“I’m
done hiding.”
“I’m done
hiding.”
“I’m
done hiding.”
And
then it dawns on me.
“Everyone’s
terrified that the insane escapee is still in their midst.” The mayor starts to
step out of the corner. Blood drips from the knife glinting in his hand. “They
never thought he was leading them.”
He
looks down at Ms. Thimbaum’s corpse.
“Do you
want to be next?”
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