The Antichrist Zero /Starter Story/
The rain was slowly falling on the wet ground on which tires and all sorts of things had run over. The streets, even at night were kind of welcoming, it was peaceful. The night itself was full of hidden secrets which no one knew; which was one of the main things, that made the streets look bright, even in the darkness, the mystery of the night. While Josh was thinking this, his feet were getting really hurt from the pointy classy shoes he had put on. There was an occasion for it though. His prom had just ended, actually it never did really start for him. Even in his costume, which was ordered to be made for a specific date, he still didn’t look good, mainly because he was just...unpleasant to look at. Nobody knew what was in him, that made everyone so disgusted by him, but there was a thing in his personality that turned him into a “nerd”, as he was often called at school. Speaking, or even thinking about school made the young man angry, even furious about everything that was going on there. While walking on the sidewalk of a random street, he kicked a bottle of soda which flew and crashed on the opposite building. Knowing his luck, if the bottle was from a different material, specifically something noisy, kicking it at the wall, would make a terrible sound in the night. It was already passing 23: 30, and making this sort of noise would be disrespectful for the elders who had already went to bed. But why was he always bullied in school? As mentioned…he was just considered a loser by the others. Just half an hour ago, it happened again. As he left the restaurant in which the prom was being held at, to breathe some fresh air, he momentary got noticed by the biggest bully of the school. His “luck” again shined. Just to shorten the argument that raged on, he was called so many bad words, that even writing them on a piece of paper would make your wrist hurt. Though, that wasn’t what made him leave. It was the fact that even the teachers didn’t want him to be present at the prom, so he was kicked out, and I mean literally kicked in the back by the physical education teacher. Remembering those moment his eyes watered, although they were already wet by the rain, which had already stopped. Taking off his glasses he washed his eyes with the knuckles and continued walking in the dark street, which was illuminated by a couple of lights. His phone rang, and he nearly received a heart attack. Taking it out from the inside pocket of his jacket. It was “Mom” -Hello- he almost whispered in the mic, as he picked up. -Hey honey, how was the party? - she asked, without knowing anything about his life in school. He intentionally didn’t tell his parents, because he was afraid of losing his respect from them. It was odd thinking, but Josh, just didn’t want them to know that the whole school threated their son like a fly in a hot day. -It went great ma’ it was okay…I will be back soon, so don’t wait for me. He hanged up the phone when she said goodbye and continued walking somewhere, without even knowing where he was. His feet were getting pierced by knives, but he wanted to endure the pain, and look like a real man, which he wasn’t. Now that his mother was on his mind, he really decided to head back home. Looking around nothing quite seemed familiar with his neighborhood, so he turned back, but instantly looked again when he heard some noise coming from some of the houses that were right next to him. Looking up, Josh saw something that looked like an old abandoned church, which was about to crash down any moments now. The front door was widely opened, welcoming him into the dark room of the first floor. Curiosity was the driving thing that led him right in the building. In his first impression, he noticed the dust that was covering almost everything, besides the floor on the entrance, and the wooden staircase leading to the second floor. Now that he was inside, the noises were kind of clearer to hear. It was like someone was reciting a poem or something. There might be some sort of meeting up there, disturbing the guest would be impolite by him, so Josh turned around and just when he was about to leave the building, he heard another voice. It was…kind of demonic. Nearly made him jump in the dusty room. This voice was louder than the rest and was speaking in some…different language. He took his phone and got closer to the stairs. Without making any unnecessary movements he launched the recording app on his phone and listened as the voice was yelling the words in a non-native language. As the seconds were coming by, the voice just stopped talking all of a sudden. Josh stopped recording and took off, leaving the building behind. When he left the house, he saw that there was some light coming from the upper window of the second floor, and hurried ahead so he doesn’t get noticed by the people there. As he walked faster, he found a curve in the street which was leading to a familiar street, so he rushed ahead. A couple of minutes later, he was home. As he mentioned that he was coming back home to his parents, they weren’t waiting for him, and everyone was already asleep. Going to his room, he quickly undressed himself, finally taking off his formal shoes. Then placed on some old clothes he used as pajamas and sat on his computer, as he plugged a USB cable and moved the recorder file to the desktop. Now that it was quiet, he put on his headphones and listened to the recording of the strange language. :” …. Sequitur quod omnes potentiae realis tenebris Dominus et quid sit .... qui tam insipiens est quam in aliqua ineptias, non pereat sunt in manibus nostris, Lucifer ... ... praeceptorem nostrum!” Josh understood only Lucifer and definitely knew that they weren’t reciting poems on the second floor. They were a cult…worshiping the devil. Thinking it might be something different, he copied the words as much as possible and pasted them to a translator online. Some words were written wrong and were corrected. Then it was translated to English, his native language and Josh was able to read the things that person yelled. : “Everybody that follows the dark lord shall know what real power is.... those who are foolish enough to believe in some nonsense, will perish down by the hand of Lucifer...our commander...our Lord!” It wasn’t the best translation…but it was spine chilling to hear it at night, knowing something might have happened there…knowing somebody might have been killed and sacrificed to the devil. Josh didn’t sleep that night. A couple of weeks had passed, and his night meeting with the followers of the devils had passed, and he forgot all about it. Everything in school was the same, just like always. He was bullied, beaten down…and…normal stuff. One day he was walking home, once again, when he took a familiar road, which he passed on the same night he was coming from the prom. It was night again, and he was again depressed from school. It was passing 23:15 when he found himself near the street he walked by that day. Thinking about it, he once again turned and started walking forward. He was interested in seeing if there was someone in the church again. He was far from the building, but saw how four kids sprinted out of it, screaming and running like crazy. Seeing that, he was afraid of going there now, and at the same time was even more intrigued in going inside. Josh got closer to the place, but it was again dusty and as abandoned as last time. This time though…there really was something different in the building. The door was left wide opened by the kids that sprinted out of it. Just by the door, in the shadows, a man wearing nothing but black was standing still and was staring into Josh, without him noticing. He felt as if he was watched, but there was clearly no one there. Josh took a few steps inside…and seeing now there was somebody there he fell on the ground, right on his back and wanted to scream…As the man approached him, he felt something inside of him. Anger. Hatred which had risen to a different high, it was like a parasite was eating him from the inside. Then the unknown man thought to himself…”it is clear that this boy has some darkness in his heart…embracing it…would be good, not only for him, but for me…embracing the darkness is equal to happiness for this depressed fellow…” The man entered the light of the street, without leaving the house. His figure was massive, compared to the tiny body Josh had for a 6’2 ft. guy. The man looked so pale, it looked like he was dead, but his eyes…those eyes that Josh would never forget, those abnormal eyes…those…completely black eyes were staring down on the fallen young man, who turned 19 just a month ago. Kneeing to the ground, once again not leaving the porch of the door he extended his hand and dropped a black covered book. -Perish everybody…-whispered the man in a growling old voice. Then he again stood up, entered the church and closed the door. Josh was laying on the ground, which was still hot from the sunny day. His eyes had watered and…his trousers too. Now that he was alone…he felt ashamed of himself…thought, he was left with a gift. Crouching on the ground he took it and saw a white pentagram of the devil, engraved on the black leather-like cover. The book was small, fitting his hand completely. Josh turned the first page…and read: “Black Magic” as the title of the book. His lips turned into a slight grin, as his eyes quickly shined with a dark hue. The Anthichrist Zero II 2 Weeks after the events of the last chapter. Josh was better than ever, and when I say it like that, I really do mean it. If you could see the man right now, and the man before 2 weeks ago, you would see a really big difference in the character. And that was just one of the things that were solely opposite to the person you knew from last time. This time, you will see a different Josh. Someone who knows things, new things, dark things that a child shouldn’t know and worship as he is doing. Sinister aura was surrounding him…and now he fully embraces it, he loves that feeling of evil right beside his neck. Its making him feel comfortable in studying the black covered book. That book came from the hand of a mysterious man, who lives in an abandoned church. Just knowing that would instantly make you think that Josh has gotten in a lot of trouble…and the truth of the matter is…you would be completely right to think that this Cult, or Satanic group is preaching in the city, making this man do horrible things, to people who once bullied him. And yes if you wondered, why did he studied that book for so long…you are about to know in this final part of this story. As we said, two weeks had passed since that day. Josh was getting more and more awkward every day. His family started getting worried for him, but he really wasn’t interested in any one’s advices about how he should cure his depression. In his mind, this depression, his mother and father spoke of, was just a similar word of saying that he had lost hope. That wasn’t true. Of course it wasn’t true. Josh found a hope to believe in. Found the source of darkness that he needs to pledge in, only to gain a new ability as a human being…and that is…black magic. Yes, in that black covered book, was stored ancient curses and manuals in gaining wicked abilities. There were many powers a human could desire. He was always interested in moving things with his own mind. Sometimes too lazy to stand up and turn off the lights, now he would just look at them, or even think about it, and they would turn off. You would think that…it’s not really bad. Oh believe me it was. Josh went through some of the most gruesome experiences of his life to find that skill. He took pills, whatever the kind, went to churches and waited for the people to leave, just so he could turn all the crucifixes upside-down and paint the drawing of saints with red paint, making the pentagram of Lucifer. He would go to graveyards, and beyond his fear, he would dig out coffins and take the bones of humans, who had passed away recently. After he would gather enough bones, mainly ribs or skulls, he would align them in a pentagram circle, set them on fire, take the flaming parts and rub them on his hands burning them, while he whispers a secret chant to the dark forces. Telling it that way, it really does sound just unbelievable, but it was all…true. His hands soon got burned to the point, where his flesh was fried, and heated to the black. Not feeling anything in them, having the pain of his life, he searched for a way to cure them. There was the book in which a solution was written. He had to cover his hands with some bandages that have to be coated with iodine. That way, it would make the hands, more flexible and full of strength. The night he did that, he suffered such pain, that his mind was twisted in a way which cannot be fixed. His beliefs turned dark, and his previous smile, which was kind of sincere, was now a grin, full of evil intensions. His eyes even got madder. The night of that ritual was…transformative for Josh, who woke up a different man. Once that ritual was done, he began experiencing something inside him. It was like an itching force, that was making him do things, in his mind. In other words, the ritual to claim telekinesis, worked. Present. All the boys left the gym and entered the locker rooms, where they had to change and get ready to leave school. Josh, now, acted really differently. The other people that were used to seeing him walk with his head tilted towards the ground and his glasses almost glued to his face, were now seeing a man, full of confidence and a little bit of edge. When Kevin, his biggest bully approached him, Josh looked at him and smiled. -I see that you have changed your mood…but that doesn’t add you to the save list…so would you be a nice little boy and give me your pocket money for today, or do you want me to take it? – asked Kevin and smiled at the already smiling Josh. The difference in the boy’s smiles, were that Kevin had this almost mocking smile, while Josh had a grin…a full on stare down. Josh stood up, since he was sitting on a bench as he was putting his socks, and looked at Kevin with that grin. The bully felt a chill fly on his back. Just like that the doors to the locker room locked, and now, there were only the two of them left. -How about…today, we do something…different? – asked Josh and smiled, showing his teeth, which were perfectly white. Kevin proceeded to punch him, but Josh didn’t even bother to block. Kevin’s hand had stopped mid impact. He wasn’t able to control it. Josh widened his eyes and something pulled Kevin’s arm out of its socket, ripping it out of his body. It was flying in the air spilling blood all around the place, while the bully was laying on the ground, crying and pleading for him to stop. When he saw, that Josh was looking at him, like a wolf staring his pray, the dread in his mind tensed up to a point in which he almost threw up and black out, but his own ripped hand punched him ring in the nose, breaking it, but making sure he doesn’t go to sleep. -C’mon Kevin, get up and fight? Why won’t you fight, huh? - asked Josh with that sinister smile. The bully was laying and losing blood quickly, as his skin turned pale. His flying arm fell down and now the focus of Josh was on the lockers, which did weight some pounds. His mind lifted a couple of them, and they really flew in the air. Josh was controlling his new ability with ease, and was having the best day of his life, having to take the life of his rival. Kevin was in the state in which he began to plead for him to stop, trying to get up. Josh kicked him and he fell on his back, completely exposed to the floating lockers that were ready to fall. -You are a demon…A FUCKING DEMON, DIE IN HELL MOTHERFUCKER! - he managed to scream, as one locker fell and smashed his head. More blood spread, and more lockers fell and squished his body, killing him. When the last remaining drop of blood was dried on the floor, Josh left the locker rooms, again with a smile, heading towards his next victim. 12 hours later. Midnight had already fallen, as Josh entered the lonely church. It was still dusty as last time, and now it looked kind of comfortable for him. It was like a save spot in which he could gather all his thoughts and clear his mind out of the wickedness…which was the light and all its pain that caused him. His arms were heeled, but he didn’t take off the bandages, because for him it looked cool. They were covered in a lot of people’s blood by the time he was there. The P.E teacher, some other bullies and a couple of punks who dared to ask him for money on the streets. The good thing, for him that is, was that he found different ways in killing them. All had a similar fate, but with a different procedure. Thinking about that, he climbed up the staircase leading to the second floor. There everything looked really colorful, as he liked to say. The walls, doors, ceiling, floor and mostly everything was covered in pentagrams. His smile widened, and he proceeded to knock on the middle one, as he felt a source of power coming from there. As he knocked it opened, and there was him, that mysterious man. His jacket had some new ripped spots, and his face was kind of paler than before, as his eyes had dark circles under them. His piercing black eyes, shined in the darkness of the room and started into the excited ones of Josh. -I wish to join your group…-finally stuttered Josh. The man chuckled and coughed a bit of blood, which he wiped on his jacket. -And who do you think you are to come here and ask for that kind of thing? – asked the man, as his voice sounded like a growl of a bear. -I…you gave me that book, and I thought…I mean…that…I wish to pledge my allegiance to the dark forces…-he said shakenly. The man started laughing loudly in the night. That laughter was so nerve wrecking and dreadful that Josh kind of backed off. -I gave you that book, just because I saw a darkness in you…something that drive you mad…some part of your soul, that allows you to produce hateful thoughts in your brain. Just because you managed to eliminate your victims, doesn’t make you a believer in the Devil, nor the dark forces. The only thing you can do right now…is to leave this place…and never return. If you will not…-Josh took a few steps back. The man noticed that and smiled. -Even as I talk, you walk backwards, because you are afraid. Fear is not welcome here…fear is treated like a sickness…and when a person fears the darkness…he can never embrace it- finished the man. Suddenly he launched himself at Josh, and he quickly froze on the spot. Forgetting about powers and courage, nothing helped him as he made an ear wrecking scream. The man grabbed him by the head, and tossed him in another room. -Here…you will be consumed…by eternal…fear! - said the man and closed to door. Josh started looking around, but it was dark, oh so dark, that his sight was clearly blind to everything in this room. It smelled like a rotten flesh, or carrion which had melted. The stained walls reeked of metallic smell, which would only be blood. A few bones broke from the hysteric movements of the boy. It was like the man said. His fear was consuming him, eating him…twisting his mind to the point of insanity…to the point of breakage. The walls started staring at him…it was like he was looking in the eyes of the man…those pitch black eyes. Screams covered the room, but no one would hear them…only him, and the bones of children that were locked here not so long ago. His screams were so piercing that his own eardrums exploded…and he fell…crying and sobbing…consumed by dread and fear. He no longer wanted to join the dark forces…no longer wanted to be surrounded by the night. His only wish was that he would be free from this chamber of fear. Those wishes soon turned into blank memories…which memories vaporized in his mind…and his soul…ceased to exist. In the room next to that one, the man was giggling like a little boy, watching a cartoon. The room was full of torn body pieces, all covered in sludge and stanched of disgusting smells. The laugher of the man got deeper…horns started coming out of his forehead…and his sclera’s blackened. The Devil was laughing. Birthday Party I was 7 when that nightmare happened. Right on my birthday. Let me give you a little back story. My name is Tristan, 18 currently. When I was a kid, I used to be sick a lot, mostly on the holidays, which was really annoying, having to miss Christmas and all the nice holidays that were celebrated. Ever since I turned 7 I kind of stopped being sick all of a sudden, and everything was nice and cool, having to celebrate the holidays with my parents and all, but there was a thing I really wanted to do. Have a birthday party. You see, there was something like a neighborhood thing, that when a child has a birthday, most of the kids of the street gather along and have a massive party. All my friends were talking about that thing, since it was probably the most interesting thing in our small neighborhood. The dads would save enough money and call up a clown of some sorts to entertain the crowd. He was a nice clown, but sadly he passed away, due to being too old. I wasn’t feeling well anytime there was a birthday party going on, so I never got to experience the clown himself, I just listened about him, as the kids were saying things. For me it seemed kind of interesting to be honest…but I didn’t know how to feel, now when he was dead. But, never mind that. As I said when I turned 7, my world just turned upside down. From having to lay on a bed and watch TV, to having mostly every week outside in someone’s yard playing and having fun. When it was time for me to turn 8, my dad sat next to me, and started asking what things would I like to have on my party. That was a wrong question to ask to a newly becoming 8-year-old, because I wanted everything, but above all, I wanted to have that clown everybody was talking about. “But son, we can’t have mister Positive come…you know that he already is in the sky”- said my father and rubbed my head. “Well then bring someone else, it doesn’t matter”- I said and looked at him with the big eyes every kid has. Long story short, he got a clown for the party. From the start it wasn’t such a big deal, as I imagined. 15 kids running around playing games and having fun. Don’t get me wrong, it was a blast, but it kind of felt strange, not having to fully witness the greatness of the previous clown. This new one was named mister Grumpy, and as his name applied, he really looked grumpy as hell. Every time a kid asked him to make an animal balloon he looked at him as if he asked him to do 100 push-ups. In the end he ended up making one, but it wasn’t really made with care or anything. He would stare at us, as if he hated being here. Now that im older I would think that he wanted to grab a knife and stab everyone there, and I might’ve been on the right track there. He was just standing there…and looking directly at the birthday boy…which was me. He waved at me to come closer and I did, for my mistake. -Hey kid- he said in a rusty smoker’s voice. – Wanna help me out a bit? – he asked and leaned closer to my face, as I could see his white color paint clearly. His face mask thingy was wiping of. And to be clear, he had painted his face white, made two red circles around his cheeks and blackened the edges of his eyes, oh and not to forget the nose ball. -Sure, I guess- I said and looked at him curiously. He smiled and widened his white teeth. -Follow me then- he said and opened the door of the gate, which was surrounding the house. We went outside and got to his car, which if remembered clearly was an old Chevrolet, with only two doors. He opened the passenger’s door and asked me to get to the back seat and hang him the box with the balloons. He pulled the passenger’s seat to make me way to go to the back, and as I kneed down to take the box I saw a rope laying on the car’s floor. As I am writing this I couldn’t really understand why he was keeping an old rope in the car, but I kind of have an idea about that, but never mind. I quickly took the box and came out of the car. He smiled and patted my head softly as I handed him the box. -Well now, I need to get my pump- he said and went to the trunk. He opened it and took something that looked like a bag. I thought that the pump was covered in it. He chuckled and told me to wait up here, and don’t come until we are ready. I nodded and sat on the curb of the sidewalk and waited. Mister Grumpy nodded back at me and went back inside the garden. Some of the kids were excited of it. I heard somebody walking beside me and I saw dad. -What up sport, why are you waiting here- he said and stood by me. I told him what the clown asked me to do and described the bag and its strange shape, and he quickly rushed back in the garden. I got intrigued about his sudden fear and followed back, and that’s when it happened. Loud gun shots started firing from an unknown to me source. I quickly duck down as I’ve seen in movies and waited for the shots to stop. It seemed like the whole house was getting barraged with bullets. It seemed like an eternity and it finally stopped. I quickly got back up and ran to the gate of the back yard and saw the massacre that had happened. Mister Grumpy was laying down on the ground and was bleeding, while…all the kids and most of the parents were killed. Bodies lying everywhere. The water in the pool had painted red from the blood of my friends, which were playing in it. I saw my mom lying on the steps heading inside the house, with huge bullet holes on her chest. Dad was sitting next to her and was crying, holding a gun in his hand. He didn’t tell me where he got it from, but it seemed like he was prepared. Police sirens were already running from somewhere. I was so shocked I collapsed and blacked out. Now I’m older and still remember this day when I hear exploding fire crackers or something loud like that. Me and Dad live in a different house, in a different neighborhood knowing what happened to our previous one. He became a police officer, and now had a gun with him wherever he went to. We went on a clown hunt when all that crazy stuff happened with the clown attacks, and ended up locking 5 people in jail. The world is a truly horrifying place, when you have to live next to an insane person, not knowing his true intensions. I was forced to go to many psychiatrist’s and find a way to understand the pain and all the horrible things…for an 8-year-old boy, who just turned 8, that was a life moment, I would never forget. And I will never forget the smile that psycho had before shooting all those people. “It’s a nightmare” …I say to myself, every time I wake up and look out of the window…and sometimes when I’m sleepy I swear I see a colorful silhouette standing on the curb of the sidewalk, waving and smiling at me…the birthday boy. Mister Grumpy This short story was taken from the diary of Martin Craig Seal also known as: Mister Grumpy. Those are the last few entries before his sudden rampage over a party in a quiet neighborhood in which he killed over 20 people and wounded 10 to 12. He met his death there by the hands of the owner of the house in which the party was going on. Here are his entries. 10/05/1975. I’m 12, and still don’t know what to do with my life. It’s strange writing this down on a paper, but I kind of feel inspired to do it, knowing of all the hardships I went through. First of all, I was never really considering to be a clown myself, but I was forced to be one. My father, and his father, were clowns that entertained the crowds and such, but I never was that kind of a person. Being shy, that ruined all your chances of becoming an entertainer in the circus industry, but I never did grow. My grandfather tough me how to keep my pressure to myself and gave me a few lessons, unlike my father who would always beat me up for not improving at all. You see our circus was closing down, and my two father figures needed money to keep it going, but the sales for the show were low, and I couldn’t do anything…but improvise and manage to learn a few tricks by myself. A little bit of juggling or knife throwing, animal balloon making and tricks like that. When I debuted, the crowds liked me and insisted to see me every show, which meant that I had to work of my tricks and improve them even more. There was still something I wasn’t doing right, since father didn’t like it. Not one bit. The final show for the summer was happening and I was next to enter the stage. Starting off with the balloon animals I felt the strange atmosphere in the crowd. It was like they were waiting for something more and didn’t really feel fully satisfied with my trick, so I started juggling. Having two rubber balls I started throwing them in the air, and having another person throw different things. Some of the people in the front rows started throwing objects that hit me in the head, because I wasn’t really paying attention. I fell on my knees and the people started booing me, hitting me with rotten tomatoes. I remember the sadness I felt that day…those people were straight telling me to go kill myself, that I wasn’t good…the kids were laughing hysterically, making my wound extend to the point where I got mad and sprinted back to the backstage, where I saw my father standing and having his arms crossed. “Well, what’s up boy?!” – he said mockingly and chuckled. I didn’t pay much attention to him so I went straight to my room, where I saw a clown’s costume laying on top of my bed. Without hearing him, I felt his palm gripping my shoulder. His slap made my cheek so red that it burned. A kick to the face and I was nearly knocked out. He pulled me hair and tossed me at the bed, in which I crashed, and broke. Lifting up the costume he grabbed my face with one single arm and started speaking in a soft fatherly voice, which was all a makeup. “Do you see this…oh i bet you do…you know what it is, don’t you know? – he chuckled and slapped me again. – You will soon become what I never wanted to be…and you will like it…otherwise I will purge you, you little shit! - he yelled and punched the back of my head, as I fell asleep immediately. 03/12/1987 Now a bit older I was living in my own, having to bear that grudge to my father who was always in my head, telling me I could do better. When I left his circus he nearly killed me, but grandfather managed to save me, and send me to a friend’s circus where I was payed to make my tricks, which I developed really nicely. That’s when dad showed up and ruined everything once again. Being backstage he attacked me out of nowhere, hitting me with a thick wooden stick, that was crashing at my body, nearly breaking me apart. “You are nothing- he was yelling out of pure anger…NOTHING, a failure, you can’t do shit, the people hate you! They fucking hate you! - he yelled and yelled as his weapon was hitting every part of my body. On that day forward I wanted to kill him personally. 15/12/1987 Leaving the hospital, I headed to the barracks where my father lived in a trailer, that was soo old that it had its wheels broken and was rusty all over. He was sleeping when I entered with my full of clown costume. My costume was different. A dark shade was covering my eyes, with two red spots on my cheek and black lipstick, only for special occasions…and the red nose of course. When he saw me, he was already drunk, but being himself, he nearly shitted himself seeing me. I was holding a large knife, and this satisfied grin on my face, that exposed my white teeth, compared to his pale face. I approached him and he tried to attack me, but it was futile. I blocked his punch by grabbing his wrist and twisting it, while stabbing his ribs with the knife, repeatedly. At least 10 times were the total stabs, and I wasn’t finish at all. I really enjoyed torturing him, making him scream, even as his wounds quickly took his life I was dying to kick and punch him, I wanted to make him suffer, the way he made me suffer…it felt good, nice and extravagant to slice his body in half, exposing his bones, that cracked each time I stepped on them and broke them. Blood was everywhere by this point. I had to do one final step. Taking a bottle of gasoline, I covered his body and lighted it on fire. I watched it burn from afar and cried out of laughter…that day I turned a little bit insane…just a tiny little…bit… 08/05/1988 I started working as I hire-up clown, and I guess it was working for some time, until the kids started getting arrogant. They were asking me to do the tricks all over again, and expose the way of doing em. Those little shits dared to take my belongings and claim it was theirs, as their parents encouraged it. Oh that wasn’t gonna happen…not with me…I had to make everything clear. Quickly taking my belongings I made them cry, which angered the parents who I flipped off and left the stupid party. From there on I was named Mister Grumpy. Never really invited to parties I was still getting payed, just because I was a clown in the data lists. 15/06/1990 I’ve had it with this boring life…I need a change I need someone to scream like a pig getting killed. I want to feel his guilt as I push the knife deeper and deeper and make his blood flow. Mister Grumpy wanted to destroy himself…and I was finally invited to a party of a kid named Tristan. There I was going to have a little bit of fun myself…my final step of ending myself. He later on goes on a killing rampage shooting those poor people, who did absolutely nothing to him. He spared the boy, which ended up being shocked to the core, and afraid of clowns for the rest of his life. His father only survived, having to bury his wife in such a young age. That twisted person could’ve easily escaped, if it wasn’t for the father who shot him and ultimately killed him for good. That person was sick, mentally and scared by his father, who pushed him to become a clown. In short…his world was pushed upside down. Crossing the Room...Journal 1/2 I believe I was in class before it happened. Sitting on the desk I was drawing some sort of sketch that wasn’t going the way I wanted it to be. The teacher’s monotonic voice was resonating around the whole room, which made his speech about something that nobody was interested in, more annoying, which kind of contributed to my sudden wish to sleep. History was one of the few classes I really didn’t like. Now, like always I would end up, just falling asleep, but just before doing it, the bell rang and all of the students had to get up and leave the room for the next group of students. -Well guys, for next time I want you to cover pg. 100 through pg.120- said the teacher and smiled devilishly, while closing the textbook he was reading from. The whole group replied with a tired voice – “Okay”. It was time for launch break, which for us was 25 minutes, not much. I didn’t know why i was soo sleepy at the time, but thinking back on that day, I remember heading to a different hallway than the one you have to take to get to the main stall where you would usually buy some junk food. I took the right turn, instead of the left and continued to walk through the empty hallway. I did think that it was way too quiet, but I still walked further into the corridor. I got to a stairway which was leading down straight to the first floor, mind you that I was at the 3rd at the moment. I proceeded to walk down, and randomly looked left to see a wooden door. I haven’t seen that door before, and believe me, I would have seen it, since most of the doors in the school are made of P.V.C, and a wooden door would make a wonderful change to the whiteness that was the whole school. That door looked old and dusty. Like it was always there, but no one dared to clean it, mind, enter it. Now my sleepiness was away and gone, and new curiosity had stepped its place. “Should I open it? It’s probably locked anyway…” – I said to myself, and approached the metal handle that swiftly, without a sound of rust, twisted and opened the door. It was dark, but I could see some spots on the floor that were illuminated by the sun. Stepping forth I closed the door and continued forward to what looked like a room that was constructed, and then left to dust, never to be finished. The floor was wooden, not concrete, the walls too. It smelled like old wood and moisture. What was stranger, was the corridor ahead of me. This room was just another corridor of our school, that nobody had ever noticed before. Walking ahead i started to look around, since the corridors had some rooms, that weren’t fully build, just made, and not finished. Strange…I thought to myself as I reached the end of the corridor. There was only one room, that looked like the ones we usually use in the finished part of the school. I again approached the door and twisted the handle, to a surprise. It was unlocked. The whole portion of the next thing I saw is a bit blurry. There was some sort of chains coming from the ceiling, as hanged bodies of dead students hanged, some even fresh. -What the actual…. -I wanted to say…but the horror kicked in…and I immediately felt my stomach turn, as I saw one of the guys that used to bully me. His body was torn to pieces, intestines were hanging from his torso, but what was even more frightening was his head that looked like it was nearly chopped up, but it ended up just being ripped to the point you can call it decapitated. His eyes were missing, and his tongue had been cut off, as a part was sticking out. It was that unrecognizable. The other bodies looked like they had been tortured equally to the one I just described. One was burned so badly, that it was turned into charcoal, as it was falling apart slowly, as the time was passing by. I couldn’t just watch this anymore. I wanted to run, but the shock doubled as I heard somebody to the left of me. I haven’t made a “sigh” or a scream, but I did breathe quite hard, because the sleeping giant just beside me was turning towards me, with his sleepy eyes. And when I say giant…it really was. It looked like a troll, but the ones that are huge and smell badly…but this one had this sort of horrifying, twisted face. His eyes were white, as I could barely see, his face was paler than a ghost…and his teeth were sharpened so much, they resembled spikes. Not to mention his black hair, that was almost as long as himself or itself... I don’t remember much, but I think I started to run as fast as I could. The thing woke up and started to run after me, but I was smaller and way faster, but I wouldn’t want to lie about the sickening sight of a giant running straight at you with such a force. Passing the wooden corridor, I saw a few planks that were all of a sudden gone, which made my escape even harder. The troll was picking up at me, which only gave me the motivation to jump above the empty hole and get to the safe side. The troll stopped right before the hole and looked at me with those piercing eyes…and then made a growl like nothing I have ever heard, probably a thing I would never forget either. Without waiting, I left the room and quickly closed the door. Some time had passed, I stood with my back against the door, my heavily breathing lungs were about to pop out…when I heard his loud footsteps walking back in that horror room. My mind was going blank, and I could sense that my tears were falling down without me noticing. I looked at my wrist-watch and saw that the time was…stopped. Either it was in a different dimension…or my watch was out of batteries, because it showed me 16:30. My launch break is at 12:05…how the heck did soo much time pass…it felt like I was inside of the room for like 15 minutes max., but that wasn’t the case…there was something more to it, that I really don’t want to know…or see. I never talked with anybody about this…but I felt rather scared to even rethink the memory of the “accident” as I like to refer to the room. Now that the week I took off school had passed, I started to think about the bodies that were hanged on those chains. Those were the bodies of the bad students. Not only bad, but with poor grades and douchebag attitudes. Was there a system in our school, that killed all those students, just because of their grades? If yes, then that was fucked up…on soo many levels. And to think they have a hidden entrance to a horror movie set, with a troll of a human, or…beast, waiting for a fresh prey…that would cause a lot of shock if people find out. Even thinking about it makes me sick… But…as I write this journal, laying on the bed, and thinking about so many conspiracy stories that could happen if I open my mouth and spill the truth I receive an email from the headmaster of the school. It contained three sentences: “I hope you won’t say anything about your encounter with our…punisher. Don’t ever point out that door, or go in it, if you don’t want to end up like them…you know who” P.S “We will know if you enter it again…” “With much care, your Headmaster” And to that I reply: I Edward Ethan Grey, swear to uncover the truth…even if it costs me, my life. I will try to post something next week, and will try to keep it as short as possible. This journal has to get posted on the internet…or my encounter with this…will never live to see light. Crossing the Room...Again! Journal 2/2 It’s been awhile since I last posted here, but this time, it’s become serious. Now, that I know something about the school, that nobody knows, makes it easier for me to understand it, and simply describe with full detail to the police. But for that to happen, I need to investigate on the following place in the school, which I call the “Room”. Last time was a bad experience for me, but now I think I am able to withstand anything. But for that to happen I need to make a plan to infiltrate in the room without anyone watching. Thanks to the headmaster I know that there are either cameras there or people who are guarding the place. For me to break in the room once again will be a task, but it will be something to work for. I don’t really care for my education, I don’t really feel any danger, just because I really want to uncover the truth, which is why I Edward Ethan Grey will resolve this mystery. 2 weeks after the first break-in. Sitting on my desk, as usual I was drawing a sketch on a piece of paper, when the teacher started talking about something I really wasn’t interested in. For the time I was home, I had planned and planned, but nothing really came to mind. It was true, that the last time I entered the room I didn’t really know that there was even a door there, but now I knew, since my memory isn’t that of a fish. There was a path to it, but it was dangerous for me to take it again. But…was there really a choice? No…but did I had something in mind? Yes. The plan I managed to think of when I get inside is simple, but the plan to enter itself is kind of tricky. For the past 3 days I’ve been walking in the wrong direction of the corridor, so I can take the very right side of the staircase, but it seems that there is always a teacher there, so I need to skip a few classes, just so that I can go inside. Our biology teacher announced the end of the class and everyone started packing their things. I hurried and got everything in my bag and just when I was about to leave the room i remembered something. -Edward, are you okay? - asked Mr. Yorker, looking at my stiff body. I was frozen, because I was thinking rapidly, and when he got closer to me I suddenly came back to reality and looked at him. -Yes, everything is alright mister, goodbye- I said and left the room. He nodded at me and continued to look at my back as I left the room. It was strange of me to froze that way, but there is an explanation to it. You know how every teacher has a small room behind the dark chalkboard? Well, it happens to be that our biology teacher has the biggest of rooms. I need only to wait for him to leave the classroom, so I can hide inside of the teacher’s room. That was the plan for now. 4 hours later. It was tough to wait in the bathroom for such a long time, but I finally managed to enter his room unseen. I hid in one of his big wardrobes, where all the experimental things were kept in. For the time being I bought a few bottles of water, and a sandwich, just in case. I heard the room locking, and I smiled at myself. During the wait, I saw how the janitor of the 3rd floor leaves his keys on the door when I was in the bathroom. I quickly stole them and headed to the hiding spot, when I had the perfect opportunity. Now I was locked, but not really. The only thing I had to do now was wait. 2 hours later. The final engine started and the car left the parking lot and drove off to somewhere. I quickly left the wardrobe and unlocked the teachers room, then I unlocked the class room itself and quickly headed directly towards the main staircase, but I turned right, when I got near the history class room, and now running swiftly and without any sounds, I reached the right staircase, that no one seemed to use. Right as I got there, the cameras activated, but I was ready for that too. Grabbing a few mineral rocks, I gathered from the biology ingredient shelfs I threw two at the camera, which was enough for it to fall back in sleeping position. Now I walked down a few steps, and right near the window of the 2nd floor I looked back and there it was…the wooden door to the “Room”. The excitement suddenly started to flow inside of my head, making me dizzy for a second. I drank some water and approached the door. Twisting the handle, it opened, but now it was pitch black. There wasn’t any sun to illuminate where I was going, just the rays of the moon that was slowly climbing on the welkin full of starts. It was already 19:10 when I entered the room, and judging by the time flow in there, I didn’t know when exactly I will leave…or if I will leave at all. Stepping forth with all my courage, the rooms smell hit my nostrils and the stench of many things started slowly killing my nose. First it was moisture…then it was dust, and when I reached the broken places of the unfinished corridor I slowly began to smell the metallic taste of blood. It was coming from further beyond the corridor, where only one room was finished, in which was a beast…a sleeping creature ready to devour me and whatever it comes to its way. Taking my phone out of my pocket I began to record my voice. -1...2…3, alright…My name is Edward Ethan Grey and I believe I found out something really sinister in my school. It all began when I discovered a door which led to some sort of place that wasn’t even finished in construction. But that isn’t the thing I am worried about. The thing I am really afraid of, is what is inside the final room in this old room. Believe me or not, there is a…monster…I can only describe it as a troll among men. What is more shocking, is the fact, that it eats children who were not behaving well, or bullies, and even kids with low grades…I didn’t really know what to say in my head, or think…but I got a letter from my headmaster telling me to not tell anyone…and here I am about to tell this to everyone…- during this time I was looking at the final room, which was slowly getting wider and wider. A thin man was walking straight towards me, and a bright smile was glued on his face. I felt the shivers running down my spine as the face of the man reveled to be the headmaster. I continued talking. – I believe the headmaster is responsible for this kind of horror, but I don’t know in what shape or form does it extend. I just know…that there is something wrong with this school, something really wrong. – I paused for a second seeing as the teacher was right next to me, but a wooden plank was dividing the floors. He spoke with the most delighted voice possible. - I thought I warned you Edward…you didn’t have to come here again…I thought I told you… -What is that? That beast…why is it here…-I asked and again started recording this. -Oh, by the time you came back I thought you would figure it out…but let’s say it’s just a punishment for the other kids that don’t listen…just like you don’t- he said and grinned as his eyes were locked into mines, he wasn’t even blinking. -I figured much…but, why? Are you a murderer? – I asked and felt a cold wind flowing in the air… -Oh…me…a murderer? oh…Edward, you got it all wrong…I am just really hungry…I can’t stop looking at you kids as food…what is so bad about it? And with that I figured it out…and as I did, his eyes widened…and widened until they became white a snow…his body started to extend as his features grew and turned into an ugly face…with sharp like spears teeth, and a massive body. His bold head was now covered in black hair…and his mouth…was turned into a smile…or so it was supposed to be. I pressed the “send to” button, and the phone gave me a few options, and I picked everything...while it was still recording I added this: -I Edward Ethan Grey…plead for the police or whatever it is, to stop this man…and end this sort of wickedness. If you ever hear this…that means I am already dead. The Unknown Task One of the strangest moments of my life happened when I was 12. I’m not saying it, just because I want attention or anything. There’s something going on with my life for a long time now, and just recently, have I started to look at it, in certain ways. But then, I didn’t understand It, not one bit. It was more of a sudden thing, that locked into my memories, with a key to open, and was meant to be forever locked until different things or (being) started to call for me. It is bad…my situation is getting worse every single minute that passes by. It was frightening, and now it’s getting horrifying. But for people who can read this in time, I will explain it, however I can. May 6th 2010 If I have to name all my relatives that were there of the funeral, I would just blank out, because there were a lot of people. Me and my Uncle’s, and people whom I’ve never met before. That was the least strange thing though. All of them were doing something. Some even threw soil with the help of the shovels, that were being stabbed in and out of the ground, just to get a little pile of soil, which was then thrown down in the 2-meter grave. The older people, were giving out plastic bags full of sweats and whatever they have filled them with. I was probably the youngest there, and…seeing all them work, motivated me to help too, but my grandma stopped me and gave me some towels which were for giving away to the people. Now having a job, I distributed each towel for its owner and I was done. The whole bury process lasted more than an hour. When everything was ready, everyone piled around the grave. Now we had to put the coffin in and let the undertakers to the work. As the coffin was getting placed into the hole, everyone began to cry for the beloved great-grandmother, which passed away with lots of pain. It really was sad, I nearly cried myself, but I wanted to remain strong and didn’t. The coffin finally reached the spot, and all of the people grabbed a handful of soil and dropped it on the closed coffin. The undertakers opened it for one last time and everybody said his goodbye. I didn’t really say anything, because of the shock I was experiencing. When the coffin’s door opened I saw that my great-grandmother was staring at me, with her eyes wide opened. I didn’t really know what to say or do, so I started back. Her mouth started moving, as if she just waked up from a nap, and didn’t have taste in her mouth. I looked at the other people that began to move away from the grave, and now It was only me and her, staring at each other. Her lips now moved and a soft voice began to speak. -You did it my boy…you are the only one who can see me…im proud of you…really proud. Out of everyone who was spilling dirt on my coffin, and the people who helped dig this grave…you were the only one who managed to see me…- she said and smiled at me. Her face as she said it started to brighten up from the pale color, and was now turning a bit red, as her cheeks were getting pushed out, and the wrinkles around the eyes were moving away. Her white hair started getting darker. My eyes were about to pop out at this moment, but I was interested in seeing what was going to happen next. Her lips began to move again, and that soft voice was even softer now, without that additional old granny voice attached to it. It was resounding in my ears as a megaphone. -You have to do this my boy…you are the only one who has to do it…- she said and smiled. -Wh—at…do I have to do? - I asked with a stuttered voice. She began to speak, but her voice started getting mute, like it was getting lowered and lowered until it was a far echo that barely reached my ears. And as it completely vanished the undertakers closed off the coffin’s door. -Move along boy, this isn’t a sight to see- said the old man, holding a shovel. I stepped back and ran towards my parents who were walking slowly. As I reached my father he looked at me with a sad smile. -Did you say your last goodbye with granny? - he asked and placed his hand on my shoulder. -Sort of…-I replied while looking at the ground. -What do you mean? -She did the most talking…and told me I have to do something- I said and looked at him. He didn’t really respond to that and looked at my grandmother, which was his mother, and asked if I had enough sleep during the night. She nodded, then he hugged me sideways and fallen into my father’s hands I soon forgot about it…. that’s at least what I said to myself. May 1st 2017 I came back home from the semi-final day of high-school and went straight to my room. As I said, there were more things that happened. But, they weren’t that odd, like the one that happened now. Voices from places, silhouettes walking out of my room, and faces of people that I didn’t know. That day, close to the one in the present…I checked and saw that my great-grandmothers memorial is coming in a few days. As I changed in to my casual clothes I returned to the kitchen where my grandma was doing something. She greeted me and we sat to eat lunch. During it, I noticed something strange. There was one more set of fork, spoon and knife on the table, and were only two. I was about to ask, when suddenly…my great grandma appeared before me…sitting at the stool where the needless set of utensils are. She was looking at me the whole time my grandma was eating, to the point where I stopped doing anything and focused on the silhouette. -You have to do something for me, my boy…-her voiced echoed into my ears, as she vanished so suddenly, as she appeared. Two days later, I felt her presence in my dreams, as she called me for something, until I woke up. Then I saw her leaving my room as I woke up the following morning. On the 5th I saw her on the mirror as I was washing my face….it was getting terrifying…everywhere I was seeing my dead grandma and didn’t really know what to do, and who to talk with, as I knew that nobody ever believed me about that story…no one knew what happened then…every time she comes, she asks something of me, but never really says what. And…now I’m afraid of what she needs… May 6th 2017 00:00 As I turn around from one side to another, my bed makes a noise, that could easily wake everyone up, but I hear something more to it. As I get up a bit I look at the direction of my feet and see her. My great grandma, wearing a black dress. Her hair was white, her eyes were nearly turned grey, and her skin was greenish-ly pale. The cheeks were non-visible, as her skull was a replacement for a face, as it was soo thin…really thin. Her voice was weak, and low…but sounded deeply into my head…as her hands were slowly reaching to me… -You didn’t do as I said…my boy…- her voice, said, but didn’t really look like hers…it was way more distorted and kind of imitated, than hers, - you didn’t do what I asked of you…- her hands now reached my chin, and suddenly grabbed my neck as they began to twist and tighten up the grip, choking me out of air. Those skeletal like hands were strong and fierce, and my will to fight them was fading… -You didn’t do what I asked for, my boy…and now you are coming with me…-she said and smiled at the lifeless eyes of a man, boy, child…who never knew what to do. Forgotten Memories Boring would be the perfect word to describe the school camp, in the words of Jonny. He was a 15-year-old boy, who didn’t really enjoy going on vacations much, because of his situation with his family. His parents got a divorce when he was 10, and for 5 straight years, he had moved into 6 different school and his excitement for them died over the years. That was one of the things that made him the so called “outsider” among the others, since he was always alone and such. During his years in different schools, he learned to trust only himself and not the others. He wasn’t the type to follow others, neither the one to lead them…he was the cold and silent boy. And now, like before he was picked to be in the group of students that are sent to school camps, in which they are separated and given task to complete. He was now a boy scout, but that role wasn’t for him. 1 week passed since his arrival there, but none has changed much. His attitude for the others remained the same, and the others still didn’t care for him, which was perfectly fine for the boy, knowing he didn’t want to feel the pity for him, he moved away from the ground and sat down near a tree log, which had been cut down many years ago, and threw a few rocks in the small river which was going West, according to him. Jonny focused his sight towards a fish. He was quite hungry, but didn’t want to go and join the others for lunch, so he grabbed a stick and started to sharpen it with a stone, he found. The stone did a lot of work, and his stick got sharp, and ready to be used like a spear in battle. The fish was sitting there minding its own business, but Jonny was determined to catch it. He quickly launched the stick, and stabbed the fish right in the middle, killing it with one blow. Success. Lunch had been achieved, but now he had to cook it and finally eat it, thought for that he needed dry leaves and a bit of sticks to make a small fire on which he was going to roast the fish. Crossing the small river, he went further in the woods, knowing that it was forbidden to enter without a camp leader. He didn’t care for the rules; he was rebel in his own way. Grabbing a few sticks, he continued walking ahead, until something caught his eye. There was a metal fence, surrounding something which looked like a burned down house. Strange…it should be down already, but it isn’t…- thought Jonny and immediately headed in that direction. He stepped on some leaves, which made a crunching noise, indicating they were perfect for the fire, he probably was going to start after his investigation was completed. The boy placed the stick by the leaves and jumped over the fence, which was rusty and old. Now, he had to move ahead of some trees, bushes, and a large store house, where the people who once lived here, would store their instruments. Once he was in the garden, he noticed that the house wasn’t so big…maybe because of the fire. All the walls and wooden windows had burned down…but it was still standing somehow, which was curiously interesting to him. Jonny looked at the doors, that were closed, but looked like they were unlocked, and yes, after checking his hand got dirty with coal, from the burned handle, but the door opened, revealing nothing but ashes and charcoal, which had dried of a long time ago. But at least now, he was able to explore the house, which didn’t seem scary…but charming in a way. Before it might’ve been nice to see it, but now it was…completely gone. He entered what was once the kitchen and saw some of the furniture which, now was blackened and dusty. The wooden table was gone, some of the metal utensils, like: skillets, saucepans, trays and different kitchen things, were somehow unharmed…but still kind of broken in a way. Interesting…really…he then went into the living room, but there was nothing there…maybe the fire didn’t touch anything here, besides the walls. The room was empty, but was filled with dust, so he didn’t really want to step in the room. There was a second floor, but was completely fallen on top of the stairs, and blocked the way for the bedroom in the first floor. Everything else had collapsed and burned in the fire. A mighty fire it had to be, to torn apart such a big house, which was still standing. He left it and took a peek inside the store room, which didn’t have anything useful that some old instruments. Then, he crossed the garden to take a picture of the house, but noticed something. There were some stone stairs attached to the house, that he didn’t see because they were on the left side. Now having to see them, he was amazed at how clean they were…at least for the black spot, that resembled a thunder crash…and…he looked closely and saw it, the remains of a body…Jonny quickly rushed and as he got closer, he stared at the body, and couldn’t really understand it. The body, or should we call it skeleton, was maybe…let’s say 30 years old…or more. It was of a girl, judging by the structure, or so Jonny thought. Maybe it was something completely different from a human, but it really resembled one. Shivers went to his spine as he saw the paint brush, which was in the hands of the skeleton. The pain had been dry for a long time, but the house wasn’t painted. That’s when he understood…This girl was painting the house, or the second story of it, when a lightning stroke her, burning the house to fundamentals. The boy took a feel steps back and decided not to take a picture, because the house seemed…sad, and lonely. There was something in it now, that made it special than the rest of them. It was filled with memories, that had been forgotten in the years that passed, and nobody remembered them. This building wasn’t finished, and it got destroyed so easily by nature and its…peculiar ways of work. Jonny was understanding all those things, but it was hard for him to comprehend the story of it, because it kind of made no sense to him, but…whatever happened…it was quite sad…sad indeed- thought the boy and turned back to walk out of the garden, when he felt something staring deeply in his soul. He looked back and his eyes locked onto the stairs, that he never touched. They were white and untouched of the flames that once spread over it. They were interesting…quite much- he said and again turned towards them and slowly began to walk to them. Something in his mind was making him feel weak and calm, almost sleepy. Those voices in his head were calling for his name, telling him that everything is going to be alright if he climbs them and leave this world. That was his intension…and that was what he was going to do, now when he was almost on the first step. His leg, began to descend slowly and that annoyed his voices, which made him thrust his foot on the first step. His sight returned, but…now it was different. The house was new, getting finished. A young girl was painting it with white paint. He climbed more…and the picture got brighter. Once more, and the clouds began to darken. One more, and the girl slowly looked back at him, as her smile made his heart drop. Her face was torn, and her lips blue and rotten, exposing half of her teeth. Her right eye was white, pouring a white substance that smelled like carrion. That didn’t stop him from taking another step. The dead girl extended her hand, and he took it. Her laugh gurgled around his ears as the sounds of thunder in the sky didn’t even scare him…nor did the girl…nothing was scary, everything was beautiful. Shining and pretty. Her face started to glow, as the gruesome wounds healed and revealed a young face of a woman. He was in love with the sight of her…that pretty blonde hair, falling to her waist, that slender body and perfectly natural smile of happiness. She leaned in for a kiss, and he gladly took his chance and combined his lips with hers. It was magical, life changing…beautiful and fascinating. When they separated he looked into her sea like, blue eyes, and dived inside them like a shark, hungry for flesh. They kissed and kissed…until Jonny felt something painful. His head was split in half…literally…that stroke was enormous and cruel. He fell on his knees and then on top of the body of the girl. She looked shocked…and afraid. Tears fell from her eyes, as she watched him burn down on the steps, she died so many years ago…The same spot…different person. New beginning. Jonny was fated to be with her forever, but he didn’t know it would be this painful to die, but for him it was worth it…now we would have someone to…be here for, until someone else joins the stairs. Until someone else feels the wrath of the ancient ones. Until lightning once again falls. The Stairs of Past School Camp/ 12:30 The head teacher and leader of the school camp was setting up the fire for lunch, when the thunder crashed by the forest. The kids were frightened and quickly went inside their tents which were already set up. Mrs. Johnson ran towards the small river and jumped over it, landing on the other side. He ran for a moment then noticed the metal fence surrounding a black house. Jumping over than he entered the garden and started investigating the scene. There was no sight of a thunder crash, and the house looked like it was pretty damn old. The garden was totally filled with thorns and grasses. Some old logs were laying on the old piece of land, but there was no sight of a crash…until the teacher headed to the right side of the house when he noticed the black-ish spot by the stairs. There was a body of a young boy, all covered in wounds, burnt to a crips. School Camp/ 14:02 The police car parked by the entrance of the camping sight. Both detectives showed their badges and the gate keeper let them drive in. The taller one parked by the main wooden building and quickly left the vehicle, walking towards the head teacher and camp leader Mrs. Johnson. -Good morning mister detective- said the teacher a bit bitterly and looked towards the shorter one which reached the taller. -Morning…-replied Neal and looked at the direction of the camp sigh. His senses were tangled in a knot as his was driving towards this place and that haven’t happened in years, but it did… once again. It was awhile since he felt like he has to remember something…but then again, he forgot about it. Trevor started asking the basic questions and asked for the directions of the thunder crash and the mysterious murder case. -Please go and see detectives…I don’t know what happened to Johnny, but he disappeared 2 hours ago, and now I find him dead…what a terrible start to this camp…- he cried and placed his hands on his eyes. The teacher was a good lad, according to Neal…crying over a boy who you had to look over takes some courage and this teacher proved that he had some left in him. -If you ask me…this place…isn’t really a good spot for a school camp…it’s too…hidden from the world. Which was true. This camp itself was located by the end of Norwich, at a private land, which was surrounded by non but trees, who looked like corrupted old spirits. Neal and Travis thanked the teacher and headed towards the direction of the old house he described. Reaching the spot that Jonny crossed the detectives did the same. Walking slowly, Neal picked up the tracks of the teachers and the boy himself. They were freshly made, just some hours ago. He and his partner followed them and found a couple of piled up stick and dried leaves. -He was going to start a fire? – asked Travis and picked some of the leaves- what else would he collect those particular kind of leaves, and sticks? Neal shrugged his shoulders and rose up, and saw the figures of an old looking house. -He was probably interested in seeing what was inside of that house, over there? – he pointed it out, and walked forward, only to witness the metal fence. Both of them jumped over it and entered the garden. It was absolutely deserted. Nothing seemed alive. Even the animals didn’t like going inside of the garden for some strange reason. -Now…where should we start? - asked Travis looking at the house, who almost seemed like it was gonna break apart. It really was…the second floor had completely collapsed, blocking entrances to some of the rooms to the first floor. The doors and windows, who were crafted from wood, were roasted, as for the bricks on the rooftop…they were black-end from the fires. The walls were wrecked though; some spots weren’t touched…but some were perished. Travis entered the house, and then the kitchen, in which he found mostly things used in a kitchen. All were dusty and forgotten a long time ago. As for Neal, he examined the part where it leads to the bedrooms that were sealed away by the wreckage, and noticed an old picture frame. Picking it up, he turned the picture and saw the happily smiling father and daughter. They were waving at the camera, then black and white. It was sad to see the house behind them, ending up in such a wreck as it was. His heart got heavier up for a moment, cherishing the moments he has with his kids every day. Not a moment after that, Travis found him and he placed the frame on top of the table in the kitchen, before leaving the house. They both headed to the right side, and then saw the results of their investigation. The black-ish spot by the end of the stone stairs. The body of the young man was lying on top of them. Travis got closer and struggled to look at him. Knowing that Neal, pushed him back calmly and bent towards the corpse. -Identification: Male, 15 years-old, slightly red skin, bright eyes, short hair. Case of death-unknown. Body wounds, severe. Time of death, around 12’o clock- said Travis and looked at Neal, who was also examining the body. The boy’s eyes were opened, as for the right, it was hanging from the socket, but they weren’t depicting fear or any kind of stress. Happiness or joy, was the emotion generating from the irises. The wound started from the top of the head, where it was opened from the impact of the so-called thunder, as his side of the face was torn, with a huge chunk of flesh along with it. The blood which was poured out of the body…seemed to have vanished off somewhere, because there was no spot left from the blood. The body color was paler than snow, though, no blood was visible. -How is that even possible? Where in the hell would that blood go? You even pointed out that the animals are afraid of going inside of this place, and to be honest…I don’t really fly in joy that we are here- said Travis and looked at the corpse and cringed from disgust. Neal was keeping his temper with his partner…not because he finally learned to listen to him, but because he was interested in this case, which for now didn’t really have some sort of explanation. -There has to be something that we are missing…-he mumbled to himself and started walking slowly. -Oh, spare me those cliché of words…you heard the teacher yourself…the people heard the sound of a crashing thunder, and they found the boy here, but were scared of having to witness another one fall so they pulled back and called us… - he said agitatedly, sounding like an enraged dog. Neal was about to tell him to shut up, when he turned towards his colleague and his sight instantly locked onto the stairs. Travis was still barking out some stuff, but Neal wasn’t even hearing what he was saying, just because his mind was pushing him towards the stairs, and only them. He wanted to touch them, climb and get on top…see the future of his world and know the truth about this place. Walking towards it, Travis noticed it and asked if there was something he said…but then he saw that his eyes were looking behind him. -Yo’ man, are you good? You look like you are controller by something…-said Travis and didn’t get a response from Neal, who only walked ahead and didn’t even hear his partner. The mission of his life was to get near the stairs, because he was the one who once did the same…but doesn’t remember it…forgot about it…that memory was stored deeply inside his head, and was forgotten, until he got closer to the area in which he once was. The place or should we say school…he once lived and studied at, hid the truth about this place, but that was soon to be unveiled, as the memories were getting cleared out of the fog that his sort of a region casted. Now he was closer to the steps, and the steps were happy, because the clouds in the sky began to gather and turn into a grey-ish color, that didn’t really apply anything good. Now, he was right next to them…and his foot was about to touch them, when Travis who walked with Neal grabbed his shoulder. In the instant he did, a spark came from the jacket the taller detective was wearing, and pushed back Travis, who flew and crashed in the door of the store house, slightly to the left of the house. He never expected that sort of an attack, but he got blasted away really quickly. Neal smiled and now, stepped on the first step, and climbed up. There was a strange bright light in the top of the stairs…and now he wanted to see what it was. It was shining, making him want to go and grab it. Neal climbed those steps and quickly reached the top, and got closer to the light. Inside of the little window generated from the glowing light…he could see the past of this region…there was something happening. Killing of lots of lots of people. Native ones. Vikings or…it was way to foggy to see…The time was a very long time ago. Much before events from previous things. And Neal was interested in knowing the story behind it all. He reached for the light…and another spark appeared…and he was inside his memories…again. Broken Universe Opening his eyes, there was none but light, attacking his pupils and hurting the irises. Suddenly all froze and time started to flow backwards…and backwards leading him to the past, to the very moments when the phenomenon happened. Neal was standing on the very spot where in the future the stairs were going to be build, and was seeing the events, playing in slow motion right before his eyes. There was a war raging, people were dying and getting killed. A lot of blood was spilled in those lands, and everything was happening slowly, so that the detective can process all. The time skipped itself and then started showing the man another picture, where some people, were living in the forest, but a different clan attacks them, killing all. From that point on, nothing goes on for many centuries, years and so on, but the time skips itself to when the house, he found in the future is being build. A young girl, was painting the walls of the second story, when a thunder falls and kills her instantly, starting a fire. The father sees that and loses hope for all, being pushed to go and commit suicide by shooting himself in the head, on the second floor, while everything is burning down. All those events revealed themselves in mere minutes, while Neal was looking at them with such curiosity, that he didn’t even notice himself, standing in the middle of a circle, surrounded by trees. There was nothing but nature, and the sounds of the wild were spreading across the gapes of the branches and leaves of the many trees. A cold wind went through him, making him shiver as different sounds start echoing in the resounding area. Many growls from strange sounding animals were heading the detective’s way, making him fear what was to come. But then, glowing eyes started shining from the dark spots of the trees. Some even behind fallen logs, and some on top of the crowns of the branches. Glowing eyes, staring down at you, a prey for them…a scared human among dead. Neal didn’t know what to do…so he started screaming for help, seeing that he didn’t have his gun or any kind of weapon, rather than a fallen branch, which was thick enough to be called a wooden bat. The creatures started emerging from the shadows, revealing a hideous sight to a human’s eye. Some were so horrifying that Neal nearly lost his sense, but his grip of the stick got tighter. Dead bodies, of fallen soldiers, and native people, who’s heads, arms and different human parts were missing. Some were burned down, and didn’t have a face at all, and some where completely in tack, killed by a single strike to the head. They were taking a step after step towards him, and Neal didn’t have anything to do, rather than stay in defensive stance and wait for a chance to smash someone down. Future- Present 14:30 Trevor started moving, but felt that his hand was broken. That fall from before was completely destructive, pushing him back at the storage room. He again attempted to rise up, and ignoring the pain in the arm he got up, sweating like he was climbing a hill. Now up, he started looking for Neal, but he was nowhere to be seen…or was he…The detective quickly ran towards the stairs, and saw his partner laying on them, while a slow fire was spreading on the already burned house. -Jesus, Neal, get the heck out of there- he yelled and quickly pushed himself to go and help him. Placing his arm on top of his shoulder, he started to lift him, slowly, moving him away from the stairs. When he was at a secure spot, he laid him down and attempted to see if he was injured or hurt, but everything was completely fine. -What the heck is going on here…its giving me the creeps…- he thought to himself and got up, heading to the store room to see if there was something that could help him. Broken Universe The dead were closer than before, and Neal was able to smell the rotten bones and organs of the fallen people, nearly vomiting from the disgusting smell of carrion and rot. He swung the stick a few times and knocked back some of the bodies, making the others stop and rethink their plan, only to again walk at him. That continued for some time, until he heard a powerful yell from behind the piled up dead bodies, who moved to make way, to a giant skeleton, who was wearing some old rags and a helm that resembled a Viking. The Viking stopped before him and raised his axe, which was rusted over the years, but didn’t attack him, although sliced his stick in half. -You dare come where you can’t live? – said a voice coming from the Viking’s skeleton, that was deep and manly. – You are in the space of the fallen…inside of the memories build in the stairs…-he continued…-those horrible stairs…that don’t allow me to die in peace, but walk in this forbidden realm and roam, killing down foolish people like you who don’t understand it…don’t understand the way of the stairs- he finished. Neal didn’t really know how to respond, but attempted to speak. -Why are the stairs involved in this? How did they show me, this past? The Viking laughed and placed his axe in the belt, which looked like it could fall apart any moment. -You came, because we wanted to show you, what happened…also, you wanted as well, so I made it happen, and you are here to witness the greatness of being immortal. And as far as the stairs go…they were built over my grave, where the other Vikings buried me, although having them on top, I was angry to not see anything…so having the power to roam, even when dead, I became a ghost like being, that controlled those steps. I made a curse on it…which was whoever climbs on them dies in a horrible way…and there are only two people who have survived to tell the tale, and even seeing them, would make you shiver in fear, because they will follow you everywhere, and make you climb them…but you are returning back here, on your own…and I have to agree that you are a fool, it’s a foolish mistake to come back here…- he said and grabbed his axe. -How can I survive? – asked Neal and looked at the skeleton so afraid of the situation, that he felt tears falling on his cheek, as the fear was getting over him. -You killed your friend…and if you don’t have a secret weapon that can destroy the stairs…you are doomed. -Destroy the stair? - he thought to himself and yelled with all he had…-DESTROY THE STAIRS! The dead bodies started attacking him, and Neal started defending himself knocking everyone and everything back, with the broken parts of the stick. It was a dire situation. Future-Present Trevor was looking around the store room, but didn’t seem to see a first –aid kit, or some sort of medicine that could wake him up. Opening shelf after shelf, he saw a lot of stuff that weren’t really useful in this moment, and some that could be useful. He was looking under the table, when he heard Neal say something in his sleep. The detective quickly rushed back. When he kneed down, he started listening to every sound he was making, and noticed that his friend was sweating for some reason, as his color was paler than before. His eyes were moving behind the eye lids, which freaked out Trevor who wasn’t even understanding anything. “How can I survive?” – said Neal, and again stopped speaking. Trevor quickly jumped on his feet, and started sweating again, because his friend was apparently dying and he didn’t know what to do rather than look at his body and cry, when his final breath leaves the lungs, although Neal was making strange gestures with his hands, almost like holding some sort of weapon. Trevor checked his pulse and realized that it was increasing with time. And as he did it, a resounding scream came from his partner’s mouth. “DESTROY THE STAIRS!” Trevor didn’t understand at first…but quickly understood what he asked, and running like wild, he entered the store room and started looking for something he saw earlier. Shelf after shelf, filled with dust of forgotten times, he didn’t seem to see it…but he knew it was there…but he didn’t seem to find it…and that was irritating him, until he looked under the table and found them. Grabbing all 4 of them, he rushed to the stairs and placed them, by it, but not on it. He pulled a lighter, he uses to ignite his cigars, but now he ignited the fuses to the 4 dynamites, and waited for the result. Broken Universe. Many hands were holding him down, as the skeleton was reading to strike with his axe. Neal fought with everything, but was powerless against the dead, which never seemed to end. His eyes were watering again, but he remained calm and stared in the eyes of the dead Viking which was silently giggling over the new prey he was about to slay. He was looking at the empty sockets, where the eyes were supposed to be…and didn’t look anywhere except there, and there…inside the empty hollow holes, in which worms and rotten eye balls were stored. The dead were cheering on their master…as he was about to say the final words. -It was a pleasure talking with you…but now, you are about to join our army…and understand all…understand the stairs! - he said and swung the axe towards Neal, who now closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow…which didn’t happen. He looked up, only to see the Viking blow up leaving the lower half to fall …as for the upper…it was gone. It happened just like that…without an explanation. The dead around him, screamed and bursted over him, spreading bones and parts of the body. Neal…couldn’t believe his eyes…so he blinked…and just like that he was again laying on the ground…but back at the forest, in Norwich. Trevor was standing on top of him and was about to cry, seeing his partner is alright. As for Neal, he immediately looked at the direction of the stairs…but there were no stairs…only a pile of rocks spread all over the garden…and a house…completely collapsed, over them. -You are alive? - he said and looked back at his partner with surprise, but Trevor placed his hand on his shoulder. -It’s over…- he said and looked back at the burning house, which was creating a rain cloud, that was about to start raining. He nodded, and reached for his hand, trying to get up. In the moment he stood, a rain drop fell on his hand, and he smiled at the sight of water falling in this place again. It was truly over…for good.
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AuthorHello, this is Nedyalko Delchev, or Black Wing. I’m a writer and currently 25-years old. One of my dreams is to publish a book and impact the world! Until then, I will be posting all kind of contend on my Story Book! Archives
September 2023
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