Trapped inside the Void Volume III Starter Story! Lennea was sitting on her bed the whole night. She wasn’t feeling well. It was like her mind was just confused. The thoughts she was having were nightmarish. Her stomach was hurting, and her head started too. She swallowed a pill, hoping it will get better, but somehow it got worse. It was like if someone had sliced her brain apart. Still feeling sick she laid on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking of anything than the pain. Her room wasn’t helping too. It was like all of a sudden, any kind of noise was hearable. Every shadow looked like a person. Every creak the opened window did, was enough to stress her out. With still closed eyes she felt like her stomach felt a little better. Making the opportunity she commanded herself to fall asleep, but it wasn’t that easy to make yourself to that. From some time now, every night her mind just would not stop thinking of one place. Something that looked like a forest. Lennea would find herself just staring from the window, at the street right in front of the house. Her parents wouldn’t let her go away, because her face always looked like it was pale, or sick-like. Right now, she was sick…sick of herself having to feel this kind of discomfort. When her head started feeling alright, it was time for her to fully extend the calmness which had entered her mind. Everything inside the head was black and foggy. No thoughts…just nothing. Then out of nowhere a picture comes flying from deep inside her brain. It’s a picture of a forest. That very same forest she sees, but doesn’t know. Maybe tonight was the night for her to understand what was so important for that forest to appear. Not thinking much her mind just blasted with super human speed, and now she was standing. She was wake. Her feet felt the touch of soil mixed with grass. It smelled fresh. The leaves on the bushes had small rain drops on them. It looked like it had rained. The bodies of the trees were wet and looked darker than normal. Everything felt so peaceful. But the question on her head wasn’t gone. Why was it important for her to come here? Was there something she had to find? A mystery? Making a step towards one tree Lennea felt something. It was like the whole atmosphere changed in a split second. The cold wind was moving through her. That feeling when someone is watching you, was on edge. The fear sensors were screaming. Something bad, evil, non-human, monstrous was here. She took another step towards the tree, and again. A cold breeze touched her arm. It nearly froze it. Her breath was coming from her mouth like smoke. The temperature was low. That made her think. If this was happening all in her dream, then maybe, just maybe she could do something. As she thought of that, a small heat like source came from somewhere and merged with her. The coldness was gone in an instant. And now, able to breathe and move with no concern of the cold she made another step and touched the tree. And that’s when it happened. That dreadful feel went inside her like the air she was breathing. Something wasn’t right. And she was really, really correct. Something wasn’t right. In fact, …everything from now on was bad. When her palm touched the tree she heard a voice. -Come… It felt like a whisper. Something like a…well, a voice. Lennea turned around, but there was no one there. Was her mind just playing tricks…of course it was. If it wasn’t, then why was she even here. But then again… -I…help… This time it was clearer and somehow distorted. Like, it doesn’t match up. -Who’s there? – asked Lennea again looking at all directions. Nothing. Everything was quiet and looked normal, but there was something happening. Then she figured out, that the voice was calling her to move. Then…maybe…was she able to do it? Her fear was strong…but the curiosity was stronger. She started walking. Passed the tree and entered a path, surrounded by more trees thicker than the ones she firstly saw. Some of the bushes were making scratches on her feet, but weren’t that harmful for her to acknowledge them. The voice once again said “Come…”. She picked up the right way and continued walking. It seemed like the forest was really big and had many secrets, one of which was about to be unrevealed. Taking a turn to the left, Lennea stop right in front of something which looked like a circle. Making a few steps she was inside of it. Ahead of the path led to some dark trees. Darker than the ones from before. No leaves on them, even some logs were laying on the ground. The forest from that point on was probably dead. She was about to turn around, when she spotted something. Its eyes were red, bright enough to see in the darkness. It looked big, because with every step towards the girl the ground was shaking. With every breath it was making, a large smoke came from its mouth, which wasn’t visible. Lennea was frozen in fear. Her legs weren’t moving, and her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The blood inside her was barely moving, making her face paler and paler. The thing finally emerged from the dark shadowy part of the forest, and with the small light she could somehow see it. That made her even more terrified. It was standing on two human feet and that was the only normal thing. Its torso was covered in brown fur and its head resembled a dog’s head. His antlers were knocking dead branches out of trees. The legs were bent in a way, which wasn’t really normal. On top of all those things, the creature was gigantic. Almost 15 feet tall. When it was finally standing right in front of the girl, it opened its mouth. A growl like voice said something which sounded like: “I…wont…harm…” Was it even speaking? How was that possible? How was this dream even a dream? Actually, if this was happening, and the only thing Lennea was feeling was fear, then it would be more appropriate to call this a nightmare. Her body was finally able to move, but was she brave enough to do so. Was her mind strong enough to resist the forcing fear. The winds were playing with her hair, and the grass was slowly caressing her bare feet. -Why are you here? – was the only thing Lennea said. The monster didn’t answer but just pointed at her. She was responsible for his arrival. But why? Was there something she had done, for him to appear out of nowhere? Probably. Her mind brought her here. So there was an explanation for this scenario. Maybe there was something she did in the last couple of days. Her parents were annoying her, with their stupid questions. Yes, she was looking like a zombie, but she was okay. There wasn’t any need to lock her in her room and not let her go to school. Was her temper the villain in this? All those questions were slowly corrupting her, into a person with no right thought. All those things were distracting her from the main reason she was here in the first place. And that was because of that monster, which was carefully looking at her with his red eyes, that looked like bright lanterns. It was inspecting her. But she wasn’t gonna fall for it. Her mind was clear, and the only thing in it was a voice screaming at her to start running. But she wanted to know first. -Why…me? – said Lennea and stuttered at the end. The monster didn’t say anything at first but then responded with its distorted voice. -Because…you…hurt… That wasn’t really a good answer. That wasn’t really helping her find the purpose. Another question appeared in her head. -What are you gonna do to me? – this time with every note of calmness said Lennea. -Kill- growled the beast. Now that was enough to bring all the fear back inside her. And enough to decide quickly. She was gonna get the hell out of there. With a quick turn she launched herself and started sprinting towards the lighter part of the forest. If that beast was aiming to kill her, she wasn’t gonna give in so easily. First she was gonna try to escape…but that thought kind of faded. When she looked behind her, she could clearly see how the monster was chasing after her, running on four feet. It was gaining on her. With all the power in her legs, she forced herself to run faster and faster and faster. Then a bush appeared in her running path. She went right through it and when she stepped on ground again, she nearly fell out of a cliff, she was on the edge of it. Her eyes widened as she saw the countless trees. Everything was stunning. Then she remembered the monster chasing her. Lennea turned around and saw it slowly breathing. It was standing probably 2 feet to her. She didn’t have the voice to scream or even do anything. She was certain that the beast was gonna eat her. Eat her alive, with no one to hear her voice. But the beast looked at her and suddenly extended his long arm. It firstly touched her head and then the stomach. A lightness suddenly hit her hard. All that tense pain she was feeling from earlier was numb here, but now it fully disappeared. -You…hurt…no…-growled the beast. And it was right. She wasn’t no longer hurt. Her mind was peaceful. And…her body wasn’t detecting any pain. Then his hands, which were covered in fur pushed her of the edge. Lennea was falling…but…was she really? It was like those times, when you think you are gonna fall, but then end up waking up all stressed. Right when she was about to hit the bottom, her eyes opened. She woke up. The sweat she felt on her back was nothing. Her head wasn’t hurting anymore; neither did the stomach. Her body had healed. Was that monster responsible for that miracle? Maybe it was…maybe not…but Lennea was happy. That forest looked familiar. It felt like there was a huge time span since she lastly visited it. But…all the memories kind of faded. Now her face wasn’t pale, and she didn’t feel sick. It was exactly 5 am. Going to the bathroom she filled herself a glass of water and quickly drank it. It was cold, but that didn’t bother her. She managed to escape the void. That was the only thing worth thinking about, in a night…that started as a nightmare. The Never Stopping Ride The driver of the taxi was calmly smoking his cigarette, when from a far distance he noticed a granny waving at him. She wanted a ride. The man quickly threw the cigar and started the engine. When the car stopped by the old lady, she didn’t open the door to get inside. -What’s the matter ma’am? – asked the driver. She pointed at the door. Maybe the granny wanted him to get up and open it for her. Well, that was his job, right? Disobeying the passengers wouldn’t give him the payment at the end. Without further ado, he gets up, and circles the car. Then opens the door and lets the granny in. With a really hoarse voice she says “Thank you”. Now that everything is done, he gets back in the driver’s seat and turns the volume on the radio up. The lady doesn’t like it, so he lowers it back down. -W-well…where to ma’am? -Just drive…- says the lady, still with a hoarse voice. The driver nods and accelerates the car. From this point on, they pass many things in the city…basically they just leave it. Making a few looks at her, the driver continues driving to…well…somewhere. It isn’t long enough when they pass a small village. The city the originally started from is miles away now. The lady tells him to stop by a house. He does it. Then again the thing with the door. He gets up, opens it, she leaves the car, and enters the house. Maybe she is going to get some money. Now that he looks closely at her, he can see a small veil on her face. It’s kind of transparent…but it’s kind of dark too. Her clothes are all in black, and she wars this stupid looking hat, also black, with some blackish looking butterflies on top. That’s her thing though. The driver can’t judge. She returns back, but this time she is wearing a black scarf, which completely covers up her mouth. It’s kind of strange…but…the only thing important for the driver right now…well, the cash. Again the procedure with the door. The lady is bringing some sort of a hand bag. Maybe the cash is in there? -Take me to the nearest graveyard- says the lady out of nowhere. -O-okay ma’am. And then the car again starts and they start riding. The village where she lives is small, so they don’t get really troubled finding the graveyard. The driver again stops the car, and goes to open the door for her. The granny leaves and enters the graveyard, while carefully stepping between the rocky sides of the graves. All of the graves had this rocky frame, which surrounds the soil. A large tombstone. And a wooden crest, which is stuck in the soil. The granny goes in the graveyard…really deeply in it…where no one can see what she is doing. She is clearly looking for something… Grave 4562…date of death-25.02.87. No…that won’t do. Then a new one…grave 4569…date of death-28.02.13. This one could…but it needs to be fresh. And so she searches for a certain grave until she finds it. It looks freshly made. The soil is still piled up really highly. That was a sign. Grave 4836…date of death-08.03,17. There it is. This one is perfect. The corpse was buried here just yesterday…She opens up the hand bag and gets a small shovel from inside of it. Then with energetic movements she starts digging a hole. It takes some time, until she reaches the coffin under the soil. Maybe 30- 50 minutes has passed already. The driver doesn’t care to go outside and see if everything is alright. He only cares about the huge bill she is getting right now. The more she took her time, the more he was going to be paid. The lady opened the small half of the coffin. The exposed body of an old gentleman was laying there in peace... It was pale…but he had some more left inside of him. The lady leans towards him more and more until she reaches his neck. Then, with a swift move, she bites and…and…starts drinking it. The blood that’s left from the dead man. It starts flowing out swiftly, and she barely even sucks it. Its touching her tongue. The metallic taste is making her fill dizzy. She loves it. Then…all of a sudden…it stops. The blood left from the man is drained from his body. She licks her lips and covers her face with the scarf. That was a good meal. But she wants more. More blood…fresher…blood which is still pulsating in the human’s veins and arteries. When she comes back to the car, the man is already waiting for her outside. He opens her the door, but as she is entering she slips, and for a split second her scarf moves away, revealing her bloody lips and mouth. She lightning fast covers it back, and enters the car, leaving the man a bit stunned. “Was that…blood? No…its…lipstick…yea that’s the reason”. He still has some question he wants to ask her…but doesn’t. He gets inside the car and starts it. -Now…where ma’am? -Drive…just drive. The man kind of gets annoyed, but starts the car. His curiosity is getting the better of him, so he just asks her. -…Why is your face covered in that scarf ma’am? No reply. -Did you hear me? She looks at him, from the mirror which is above him, and sees how he is staring at her. -Do you really want to know? – she says with a voice, which is somehow cleaner and more energetic. But the driver doesn’t seem to notice it. -Well…if it’s okay ma’am? She nods. -Pull of here, please. With the most excited movement he stops the car, near a bus stop. Nobody is around this place, so it’s okay. Then he turns to look at her. -I need you to close your eyes, will you? -Of course ma’am. The driver does what she tells him. Then she takes of the hat, leaving her blackish hair to hand freely. Then the veil…and finally the scarf. Her face looks…younger. It…healed? She isn’t…she isn’t old anymore. Her skin is so smooth. No wrinkles. No dark circles under the eyes. Then she turns to the driver. -You can open them up. He does it. But is shocked. He looks at a younger woman. He doesn’t know how to react…but he doesn’t even get a chance to. The second he opens them, she launches herself at him, and strikes her massive teeth in his neck. The blood is coming like water from a sink. There isn’t any defense. He just gives himself to her. Eventually, his blood goes dry. He is dead. And the now young lady, is satisfied. Tonight’s prays were good. She doesn’t need him anymore, so she leaves the car and continues back to the village. The taxi is left there…in the middle of nowhere. With the driver’s body…just lifelessly laying inside. And with the cash register…making the biggest bill he has ever done…in this never-stopping ride…which is still going on. Psycho Shock Me, dad and mom were planning on going on a vacation. Dad even took a week off work and mom managed to collect a lot of money, from the money jar, or piggy bank. All of us were excited to go somewhere and enjoy are week off. It was going to be a refreshing thing in our boring everyday live. Dad washed the car to the perfect, and mom started making the luggage. I was the only one with nothing to do, so I was helping dad with the cleaning of the car. -So dad, where are we going? – I asked excited. He didn’t respond at first, but I saw that he was smiling. -It’s a surprise chief. You have to wait to find out! – said dad and continued splashing water at the front window. I was washing the armor. Mom came out of nowhere and brought us some sandwiches. That was very well received. -Mom, do you know where we are going? – I asked again, hoping she gives me some kind of information. -Oh, I don’t really know, you should ask your father- said mom, and went back in the house. I looked at dad and he started laughing. I don’t know, but I too did. -Well then…I guess the car won’t get cleaner than this, so I suggest you go and tell your mother what you want to bring for the trip. -What are you gonna do? -I’m gonna go and fill up the gas tank, so we don’t get stuck somewhere. -Alright…see you later. -Mhm. He got in the car and went to do that. I got back in the house and entered my room, on the second floor, and started packing my bag. -Toys…check…t-shirts…check…um…I think im missing something…MOM! She came running. -What is it?! -Where are my video games? – I asked worriedly. -OH…don’t worry…you won’t need those after we go. Just pack clothes and toys… I didn’t say anything, so she left the room. How was I gonna survive a whole week without playing something? Oh well, I guess the trip wouldn’t be that fun if I bring them too, since most of the time I would be playing instead of exploring the area we were gonna go to. I was ready with packing, and I saw that dad had come back. We were leaving tomorrow, so I probably had to go and take a shower. Yea…I should go and do that. I took of the clothes and went straight to the bathroom. The next day. In the morning everything was upside down. I don’t know, why they didn’t just put the bags in the car in the night before we take off, but I guess… that was kind of annoying to do…in the morning at least you get to properly wake up with some exercise. There were at least 5 bags, filled with stuff. Oh well, maybe they were bringing all the kitchen stuff with us. After 1 hour and 27 minutes of packing, we were ready to take off. I looked at the house for one last time and waved goodbye…not knowing that was the last time I was seeing this place. After we left the city, we got on a highway and drove on it for a couple of hours, until dad turned left, and entered another way, which I wasn’t sure where it went, because there weren’t any signs. I think he knew the way, so being worried about it wasn’t gonna happen. Right now, we were driving in a road, in both ways surrounded by trees. There was a forest nearby, and it was fun to watch the trees move so fast. Every time we went somewhere I always watched the ground, since the car was moving faster, the speed…the ground was moving was fast too…at least that’s how I understand it…im a kid. I watched as the ground was moving faster and imagined a shadow boy running on it, and jumping over obstacles like: stones, rocks, grass, animals and etc. I was so focused on that, that I didn’t notice how a deer ran really close to the car, scaring dad, who nearly crashes the car in a tree. Both he and mom breathe heavily, and I just sit there and watch, as he leaves the car. He looks at it, and I can see his face making an angry physiognomy. He gets back in the car and tells mom, that two of the tires are flat. We went in some tree spikes which went inside of them. That was a bummer. He only had one back up tire. -I guess, we are gonna drive to the nearest place and ask for help- said dad, and mom agreed. Then he changed one of the tires and we started driving slowly, towards somewhere. Sooner or later, we stopped at a large looking white building. Both of them left the car, telling me to sit there and don’t do anything silly. I told them I was gonna listen to the radio, and so I did. It was playing some old school rock song. I was jamming with it, and didn’t notice anything…anything. Maybe because I was blasting the music too loudly. I don’t know how much time had passed, but I heard a scratching noise on the side of the car. I didn’t bother to look at it. I was having fun. Then I saw it…a person…he was staring at me from the window. Looking at me with crazy eyes. He was wearing something that seemed like a white robe, and was laughing wickedly…while…oh MY GOD…That scratching noise. He was holding…my mother and father’s heads…in both arms…and was trying to scratch the windows so he can get to me. I was beyond shocked. I was horrified. That…look…of craziness in his eyes…that was creeping me out. It was like he was fixated in me, and didn’t notice that some police officer, who attacked him out of nowhere. I don’t really know what happened next. The officer opened the car and got me outside. He explained that both of my parents called the police for her with the flat tire, when they got attacked by that psychopath. He killed them and started scratching their heads towards the car, trying to lure me out. It seemed like he had stopped at an old psychiatry. That guy had escaped…and…killed my parents. Right now I was looking at him, who was getting tied with that restraining jacket. Some of the officers were pointing guns at him, but he didn’t seem to care, as the man was still looking at me, with his big blue eyes, which were widely opened. He started moving his lips, maybe he was trying to say something, but with no voice. But then I kind of got terrified of what I understood. His lips were moving slowly, saying: “You’re next…”. Unfinished Story The keys on the keyboard were chattering with every world the man wrote. With every sentence, it started getting even darker outside, to the point in which the only light was emitting from the screen of the laptop. The writer was struggling to pull off a finish to his story, but it never did end the way he wanted it to do. He had to delete whole lines of dialogue and all kind of information. For him to be stuck in this kind of dilemma was unlike. But…it might have been good for him, since for the first time ever, he was struggling with writing a story. Maybe it was good for him? Even if it was, he was still really frustrated about the story, and how it was about to end. Then…he thought of something. For the chapter, before the finale. It was going to end at a cliffhanger, and end in the final chapter. Yes…that was the plan for now. He popped his fingers and began writing: And so, the winds were blowing, and the trees were moving in its calm rhythm. It was unlike anything. Like the whole village was about to start shaking. The houses which were built to match each other, had begun to move a little bit. That was interesting…really interesting. Somehow there was a crack in the ground, in the forest…right near the village. From beneath it…came fog. Lots of fog. Once again, it was unlike anything. Maybe it was some kind of natural occurrence. Yes, that might be it. Even so, the fog started to spread, and it was heading for the village, in which everyone was already asleep, without a care in the world…everyone except poor Eustace. He was the undertaker of the village. Right now, he was digging a hole for a burial which was going to be happening the next day. It was his duty, he had to obey his responsibilities. The fog, which was now in most parts of the village, had started to corrupt the cemetery. The poor old man, was finally finished with the hole, and was not beginning to go back in his shack, and call it a day, although, it was 01:00 by then.... the day had already pass. While walking back, he started seeing the fog. Yes…the fog was going right at him. It was dark grey looking, once again…unlike anything else, and it had something…like small particles in it. Eustace felt this sensation of dread. He was an old man, who believed in ghosts, and haven’t had any encounters with them, but now…that strange sensation which he was feeling, was making his heart beat slow down, and his eyes widen. He dropped the shovel, which was all muddy. His hat flew away, and his white hairs started dancing from the winds, which were still gently blowing. There…In front of him, was standing a grey horse. A dead one. Its eyes, were white, and his body had holes, in which his bones were exposed. But…not only that…there was a rider on top of it. A rider, which was…headless. His grey cloak had holes, in which blood spilled, making outfit spoiled with it. He was holding a head in his left arm, and a whip, in the other. The head, was Eustace’s. Out of nowhere, a really loud noise, coming from a horn starts blasting in the cemetery. The horseman, stands there, and while still holding Eustace’s head he starts screaming the name of his victim. The screams are coming from the severed head. The real Eustace is left there, to stand in the night, and feel this horror like sensation…for a final time…unlike anything…else. To be continued… The writer, looks at his creation and smiles. Yea...it is perfect for now. Tomorrow, was the day, in which he story was going to be finished. That felt nice…rather nice. He stood up, and closed the program on which he was writing and started heading towards his bed, which was right near the desk, on which he was working a second ago. You could clearly see, by the reflection of the mirror, he walks by, that the man is tired and exhausted. A good night sleep, might do the thing, and make him even more productive…yea…that would be a really nice opportunity for him to finish his work. The man lays down on the comfortable bed, which is heated by a small heater, and covers himself with the blankets. He doesn’t even take his clothes off, and falls asleep…deep in the kingdom of Morpheus He does fall asleep, but his sleep isn’t going too well. There is a fog which covers all the good dreams, and makes him go into a different one. “Yea, alright then”, says the man to himself and enters the fog. Now, he is standing on soft soil. The picture gets clearer and now, he is…at a cemetery. How…strange. Looking around, he only sees gravestones and tombs. “Where am I” …And his answer gets answered really quickly. The fog reappears again. It’s coming for him. The grey looking thing is spreading so fast, that he doesn’t have any time to respond to it. Its covering him. And then…there, in front of him. It’s the Headless Horseman. He is holding the head of the writer in his left, and a whip in the right. He looked exactly like the writer created him. The man is scared and doesn’t know what to do. Everything in his body is locked in, and is disabling him from moving. Then, just like his story, a loud sound coming from a horn starts blasting in the whole cemetery. The horseman, starts swinging the whip in the air, and the severed head of the writer, starts screaming his name. -BLAAAACK! And…everything turns to…black…The man falls on the ground lifeless. His last thoughts were filled with fear and shock. The character he created had come to life. The horseman wanted his life, and now he got it. He wasn’t gonna wake up after all…leaving the unfinished story…with an open end. The White Lady Why was I driving without caring where the vehicle was taking me? To be honest, I'm not really sure. I just wanted to drive around the mountain, which was close to the region I lived in. The point in all this was to escape the bullshit in my life. It worked, but only until I returned back in my house. That's the place where I once again start to understand all my hardships and difficulties. The fact that I even have a place I can call home, is enough for me…but for my parents…it’s a different think. Ugh... I just want to be free, but... I can't leave behind my job, because my parents would think that I'm a failure... although, was it really that important? My family’s opinion that is. I mean, I was old enough to take my own decisions, and that was the end of the line. I was buying my own food, and working at a mediocre job, which…wasn’t well payed, but was enough for me. The job I worked at, was a gas station, which was located at the other part of the city. It always took me some extra time to drive there, and because of that, my boss, always stripped me 5% out of my pay check. Bullshit. That was why I was trying to fume down a bit, by driving up the mountain. Thinking that I passed a bus stop. I didn't really look at it, but I think I saw something white. Interested, I looked at the rear mirror and saw the bus stop...empty. Yea, I must be too tired so I started imagining things. I made a left turn on the road, which headed to the top of the mountain I was driving to. There was a light pole on the left side on the road. Now I could see clearly. There was a white figure just standing there. When I got closer the white silhouette got clearer. That was a girl, in a pure white dress. Interesting. Why was she here? Standing in the middle of nowhere. Maybe... Actually, there was no point in guessing what happened. I pulled off next to her. She was just stunning. The dress looked perfect on her body. Her facials reminded of a statue, whose face was carved onto a stone. Her hair was olive like black, shinning in the light of the pole. When I lowered the window she fixated her eyes on me. They were piercing blue. -Hey...do you need a ride? - I asked while starting into her face, which was really pale for some reason. She didn't say anything at first, as her face remained cold. But after a moment she smiled, while her eyes still wide opened. - I would be glad-she replied and walked to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat beside me. I smiled too and rushed the car ahead. Not knowing why, I wasn’t feeling any bad vibe out of her. More like I was enjoying this moment. Hey…I was single, so when I saw that girl I instantly liked her, nothing besides that, of course. Helping someone in need was the best thing to do. Although…I didn’t know If I would do the same thing, if the girl was someone else. I’ve seen many people looking for a ride in the middle of nowhere. Something always told me to avoid those kind of people, since I didn’t know who they were, or…what their intensions were. But…right now, it was really different. The girl was still smiling, which looked kind of silly, but I didn’t pay much attention, to her…I was fixated on the road ahead. -So, where are you headed? - I asked while taking a right turn. She didn’t say anything for 5 seconds, and then quickly turned her head towards me. -Just drive to where you are going…I don’t really mind…Just don’t take me somewhere, where I will be in danger- she said while looking at me. -Of course not…I’m just driving to the top of the mountain to cheer myself up. If it doesn’t bother you, you wanna come with me? – I asked and turned left. She was still looking at me, when her eyes got a bit clearer. It was like she was judging me. I didn’t mind that, but…it felt kind of creepy, not to lie. The atmosphere was getting kind of disturbing. The cold was getting thicker. What was happening? I looked at her, for a split second and saw that her skin was green, and her eyes were white. When she opened her mouth to say something, slime came out of it, revealing her yellow teeth. The dress which was pure white, was now stained with blood and mud. Her hair was almost grey. With a growling undead kind of voice, she whispered into my ear, as I was about to crash into the railroad: -I died just here…and so will you- said the white lady, as the car flew out of the road, and started flipping in the air, crashing on the ground, killing me, and my curiosity. Hotel Spirit Mark parked the car in the parking lot, right near the large building-when it started raining. The water that was falling from the sky wasn’t going to end all night. His Volkswagen wasn’t gonna take it, so a little rest was needed for both of them to get to the point Mark was aiming for. He turned off the engine and took out the keys. Slowly opened the door and made a run for it. The hotel he had parked at was an ordinary looking one. Climbing the three small steps, he quickly entered the lobby, where everything seemed to shine. It wasn’t like the other road hotels whose lobby was crying for a proper cleaning. At the reception was a moderate looking guy who was solving a crossword. When Mark got closer to him, the guy handed him a list and made him write his name and other info on it. While he was doing that, the receptionist guy was trying to figure out a word. -Hey…um, can you give me an animal who lives in the zoo. It starts with “L”. - asked the guy looking at Mark. A little confused, Mark started thinking of animals who live in the zoo, and their name starts with “L”. -Lion I guess? – he answered and waited for the guy to see if it fits. -Yea…perfect. Thanks dude! - here, take this and head to the elevator. - said the receptionist and handed him a single key for an apartment in the hotel. Mark thanked him and headed to the elevator, which was in the end of the lobby, to the right. The left section was the staircase. -On which floor? – asked Mark, looking at his key with the number 9. -Um…which key did I gave you- replied the rep guy. -Number 9. -Well, then it’s the second floor. -Thank you- said Mark and clicked the button for the elevator. The doors opened and he entered. There were many buttons, who lead to different floors, but he was searching, mainly, for the second one, so he clicked on a button, with a silver 2 on it. The machine started moving slowly, and after a moment, he was already there. There weren’t really many cars parked outside, so maybe there weren’t any people staying here, besides Mark, and the owner of the Dacia, which was parked left of the Volkswagen. That was kind of nice, since all Mark wanted was to get some rest for tomorrow. He was aiming to get to a city which was 490 kmh. from here. It was a long drive, and his journey started from a really distant city. He made it to the apartment, placed the key in the keyhole and turned it to the left. The door unlocked, and revealed…darkness. That was easily fixed, as he turned on the light switch. The whole room lighted. Now it revealed everything. There was a medium size bed in the middle and a desk in the right. The window was above it, and revealed a view of the roads outside. The left side was the door to the bathroom, which had one toilet and a bathtub. It was completely normal, and cheap, as the budget Mark had wasn’t really big. He placed the small bag he was caring with him on the bed and took off his clothes. If there was a bathtub, then he was going to take advantage of it and go and take a nice and cool shower. Yea, that was the plan. Entering the bath room, he started the water and waited for the tub to fill. Then he took a bottle of bath slats, which were nicely placed in a small drawer, which was hanged on the walls, which were covered in nice blue tiles. The water started getting foamy, so Mark was about to get in…right when something got to his attention. The room became darker…as in the mood. All of his senses were wide sharp, and this sensation of dread was covering everything. Something was there… Something like a…voice. Something like a voice was coming from the sink. It was low and really…ghost like. Mark got closer to the sink, which was a meter away from the tub. The voice kind of got clearer. It was whispering something which wasn’t really understandable. His hairs straightened up all of a sudden, and his body tensed as he got even closer. The voice was basically right there…but it wasn’t clear where exactly was it coming from. It still wasn’t really understandable…and to be honest, Mark didn’t really want to know what was going on…as the voice disappeared…That was strange…really frickin strange… thought to himself as he entered the foamy tub. Doing that again twisted the mood in the room, and now it was back to normal. His head was probably still getting used to the calm environment. The voice of the radio was probably stuck in his mind for a long time. Yea…that might be it. Now that he was laying in the tub, his body was getting used to the warm water, which was slowly covering his body and making his heart lower its beats, as his mind was also slowly making him sleepy… When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t know where exactly was he. His body was cold, and his neck was really hurting. Oh darn it. He had fallen asleep in the tub. Really stupid. His fingers and perhaps all of his body was wrinkled. His mind was still foggy, but Mark tried to get up, with no chances of success. With the same efforts over and over again, he tried, but his body just couldn’t get up. He started the water again, since the old one was pretty cold, but…it wasn’t working. Neither was the cold water. Hmm…something was strange. The water wasn’t flowing, but there was a sound of something coming. Then…right from the crane, above the tub, masses of blood just started flowing out. Mark freaked out, and quickly, this time successfully getting up, left the tub and fell on the floor. His back crashed hard, but the fear his heart was experiencing was real. What was going on? Then the voice started whispering in his ears again, but this time smoothly clear, and understandable. It was so arousing and commanding. -Get…in…the…tub…! His body moved so quickly and responsive that he was shocked. He wasn’t doing it. The legs and arms were doing it on their own. Mark got in the bath again. The voice again started whispering. -Dive underwater…! And so he did. He dove underwater and opened his eyes. There was something in the water, which was mixed with blood. Something like a face…but, not quite. It looked exactly like a children’s drawing, except for the eyes, which were perfectly black, and focused directly at him. Those bottomless eyes, were making him drawn to death. All the air his lungs was replacing itself with water, and he was seeing this black curtain falling directly in front of his eyes. Mark was dying, and right when it was going to end, some two hands grabbed his head and pulled him of. He was unconscious for some time. When he woke up, the receptionist guy was sitting near him and was breathing heavily. There were two cops in the bathroom, who were inspecting the waters. The guys told him what happened, or at least what they thought happened, since he already knew. Some ghost…made him do it. But telling that to the others wasn’t going to get him anywhere. But then the receptionist guy brought it up by saying, that strange things have been happening lately. A different guy was choked to death in his sleep, and a lady was attacked by something in the hallway. It was strange indeed. Mark was fine and left the hotel the next day. But he was really disturbed to find out later, by checking a site, that a woman committed suicide, by slicing her veins in the same tub he showered yesterday. Maybe the voice was trying to show him, what happened that day she died. Or maybe…it was trying to kill him, which was the closer thing to the truth. Wind Song The winds aren’t a force to be reckoned with. They are a nature which just happen to be there. The winds of time, never to end, never to stop, always coming and always singing their song. Those winds may end up singing so loud, that a person could not hear anything for 5 or more minutes. The sounds of echo in the ears would just ding in the ear bells, until you…don’t hear anything. The strange thing is that I’ve never witness them. The winds. But sometimes, just in very dark moments, I want to see them, watch them sing, and swung around me. Just sometimes. I was buying myself some bread in the bakery when I heard two women talking about something that I found most curious. …and when they found the man, there was only his clothes there- said the rounded in the sides lady. -Oh my…but what could have happened there? – she asked? “That’s what I want to know too”. I needed to see them, the winds. I don’t know, what was making me thinking that way, but I desired to see them, even for a bit, a moment, a second. I wanted to hear the songs of the wind. You would ask yourself why would I want to see that? Don’t I have anything rather more intriguing to do? Well…I could say I have, but that would be a lie. You see. My name is Kai. I’m a 26-year-old boy, too young to be called a man but too old to be called a kid. I was diagnosed with cancer in the throat around 3 years ago. Believe me when I say, that we tried to fight with the illness for so long, but it didn’t go away. After surgeries and all kind of expensive procedures, we didn’t succeed in defeat the awful thing called reality, that is life. I didn’t have any more money to cure myself, so creating myself a bucket list was…just logical? No? I mean…what does it mean for me to live? Are there any chances for my survival if I did the most expensive surgery? That wouldn’t change anything, since…how could I completely recover, if they only give me 40%. No, so…I wanted to have something I would gaze upon every day until I breathe for the last time. And that was the winds. Those winds were like nothing else in this world. They were kind of special. And on that day…I found them. Leaving the bakery, I fallowed the two ladies and listened. -So you say that the shepherd passed away huh? But if they only found his clothes, how can we be so sure? – asked the skinny one. -Well, we can’t really be so sure about it…but it is rather clear if you ask me. I just don’t know what was the cause of the problem-replied the rounded one. -Oh, I think I read in the newspaper that, the police felt this rather difficult wind in the area they found the clothes- excitedly said the skinny woman. -And where exactly was the area? -I think it was Night Hills, if im not mistaken. As they talked and talked, I figured out a lot about the case of the old man. He had disappeared in the Night Hills, which are a place for shepherds to go and rest their animals. Also, many young couples and people who want to be alone go there. And now it was my time to go…and see them, the winds. 2 hours after I got home I left again taking the car with me. It wasn’t really old, but it was dads special Ford, so I had to be careful with it. I started the engine and I accelerated it. Leaving the front lawn, I turned left and headed towards the freeway. The day was quite sunny, but now it was cloudy and a but cold. That wasn’t really something really scary, since I wasn’t interested in knowing the weather. The winds were always there. I’ve seen them from afar. I have listened to its song, while it was whispering it gently, while it was raining. The winds were always there, no matter the weather. I turned left again, and left the freeway, then headed towards the hills, which was 1 km from here. Not so far. I was really inpatient so I had to force the car a little bit more. I got there even faster, since the vehicle was moving in 70 kmh. It was 20 above the limit. When I finally reached the spot I parked the car in the parking lot and had to walk a bit to get to the right place. It was really quiet and chill, walking around. No one was here, only me and the winds, who were gently asking me to go forward. There was a spot in the hills where there was something that looked like a hole in the ground, but it was some sort of a fold. I was walking towards that place. And I was close, since the winds were moving rather exited. It felt like they were even more enthusiastic than me. And…well, maybe that was the problem. Now that I was closer I felt something rather strange around that fold. Something like a mixture of electricity and shockwaves. When I stepped in the fold my whole body got electrified. Not knowing what to do I laughed. All of all things I laughed. But…what was going on with the winds? They were going berserk. Moving in super speed, they were sounding like a screeching board, or more like a swinging sword. That’s when I noticed the figure standing above me, not in the fold. It was covered in a cloak and his face wasn’t visible, but its eyes were, and they were white. It had this sort of wheat hat. His hands were holding something that looked like a flute, which he gently moved in a way which got closer to his lips. Then this symphony…this…beautiful music like sounds emerged from the winds, and it stared showering me with it. The sound was piercing in my ears but I didn’t care. It was blasting and the ear drums were protesting, but who cared about that. The winds were moving in a circle, and the coldness in the air quickly vanished. It was just amazing, looking at them. Those wickedly satisfying movements were playing with my senses. It was feeling soo good. But then…that piercing like sting in my head. It felt so bad that I had to fall on my knees. -What is going on! – I shouted. The person above me, was looking at me, directly in my soul, and started playing a sound, which was painful. Full of bad emotions. Cruel like melodies, which entered my ears and attacked my brain, which was already weak. Then it entered my eyes, mouth, heart and other organs, which started pounding from pain. -Please, stop…- I whispered in the wind. Then the winds flew towards me, along with the twisted melody, and crashed in my body, which exploded…from pain. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was stopping. No air in the lungs. No sight in the eyes. No sound in the ears. But even through that…I could hear the Wind Song, while the flute was laughing evilly. I could feel the winds moving around, while my life was leaving me. Victim It all started at work. Let me explain this properly. I'm working in a computer repair company. Graduating from high school I decided in not going to college and starting work in the place in which I usually had educational practice. I was newly added to the team of workers, programmers, mechanics and drivers. It wasn't long enough that I learned to talk with everyone, since most of the people had different sense on humors and it was somehow important to have their approvals of me. My work there consisted of repairing computers, installing operative systems, cleaning things that needed cleaning, and a lot of other things. Easy stuff. There were times in which we brought up old boxes from the attic, since the company itself was based somehow on a castle, yes, a castle. We were working on the second floor. In those boxes that I mentioned were usually placed parts of a computer. Mother boards, graphic, LAN or sound cards. Processors and many other components, that were basically useless. One of my jobs consisted of bringing the old boxes to the second floor, examining the things inside, and checking what works or could be made to work. Mostly junk if you ask me. On that particular day, there was one brown box, with a darker shade due to the large amount of dust on it, and believe there was a lot of dust in the attic. I was told to open it and take all the insides out. When I dusted the box off, I opened it. There stood a single computer case. Black and with no custom things on it. I mean, all cases had some sort of design to them, straps or some different looks, but this one had nothing. It looked like a big black brick. That was beyond common, since the attic was a junk storage for this kind of components. This one didn't' differ with the others. There wasn't a label on the box, probable because of the time that had passed. So forget about knowing who produced it. -What should I do with it? - i asked the closest worker. He looked at it and smiled. -You have my permission to throw it in the trash, but it would be nice if you check what's inside. -Okay. Taking a screwdriver, I unscrewed the screws that were holding the side of the case and took a glance at it... All dust. Nice. Just amazing. But it was understandable. I had to go to the blower and blow all the dirt out if. Now that it was cleaner, most of the parts in it were kind of odd for nowadays but it was something. -Should I run a hard-disk test? - I asked the worker again. -Yeah, then do a RAM test too, and if passes you can take whatever you like from it. I was beyond surprised. I never thought that I would be granted this sort of task, but here I am. I closed the side of the case and placed the computer near a working station and connected all the cables to it. At first it didn't start off, so I decided to take the tests. After 1 hour, approximately, I ended the second test and left the case somewhere else, so that I can focus on different things. Then after some time I headed home, along with the old case. I didn't have any clue about what was I going to do with it, but my senses were all tangled in the idea of replacing some parts. Once home I connected the cables again. Mouse, keyboard, supply, video... And... now I had to see if it will start. I pressed the start button which was the only thing on the case that wasn't black. The monitor shined and the logo of the OS appeared on it. "So far, so good" I thought to myself as everything was loading. As it did, the generic thing appeared. Many icons on the desktop and a couple of pictures. Checking the Hard Disk, it was only 253 gigabytes. Not quite big, but it was more than enough to store some stuff. Time went on as I checked a lot of things. Deleted a lot of folders, but the problem started once I got back to the desktop. There were a lot of things deleted so it was easier for me to check the folders. Most of them were empty. But one wasn't. I opened the folder and saw the contend in it. There was just this black icon with no visible name on it. That was strange, really freaking strange. I double clicked. It started loading and then a black window appeared on the screen. It started writing something. "Name yourself" This program was telling me to type my name, and by all the curiosity stored in me I typed. N-e-d. "Which folder do you wish to enter? " Then 4 folders appeared in the screen. 1. Victims. 2. Pictures. 3. Others. My blood went icy cold as I read victims and next to it pictures. But... The curiosity was even cold about knowing what was stored in those folders. I clicked on pictures, since i wasn’t interested in knowing the names, yet. There were almost 50 pics of dead women. Many with frighten faces and a lot with blood covering them. Everything seemed really sinister and creepy, making my heart skip a few beats. That was nearly enough for me to close the program as my hands started shivering and the fear in me rose to a different level, beyond anything I have ever felt, but i wanted to see i there was something even vicious than that. There were clearly pictures of women tied down to chairs, with their intestines missing. Some were showing little girls, with their eyes scrapped off and their heads turned upside down, which were forcefully pushed in. There were even animals, mostly dogs which were hanged from trees. It looked like a murderer’s photo album...which, was really close to it. When i finally stopped looking at the pictures i felt this uncontrollable shake, coming from my hands. Sweat started flowing from everywhere. My room got tinier, at least for a moment, and i could feel the tensity of the room. The very walls seemed like radars which were placed in there specifically to watch me...watch me look at the horrifying pictures. Sleep didn't even go through my brain. I was scared. Really fucking scared. The next couple of days I tried telling my coworkers that, but my mouth couldn't say the gruesome things I was seeing. I had this thought of checking the last owner of the Pc. I checked the box in which it was originally stored. There was 1234 written on the side of it. The year was 2010, 10th July. Later I made a close friend check that date and see who the man was. It was discovered that the man left the Pc because he didn't want it anymore. That was fucking odd. -Can you call him? - I asked my friend, seeing that there was a number placed in the data books. -Sure-he said and started dialing the numbers on his phone. It started ringing. After the 3rd signal someone answered. -hello? - I heard a girl’s voice. -Hello, is this George on the phone? -Oh...um, if you are calling for grandpa, I must inform you that he passed away 7 years ago. Do you need anything? - asked the granddaughter of George. -No, thank you. And the phone call ended. I was so confused and worried, not knowing if I should report it to the police or keep it a secret from the others. There was evidence of murder in the forms of pictures stored in the program. It was mandatory for me to do it. As I got home, I discovered that someone had been in my room, since there were some things not in their usual place. And I knew how everything stood there. What was disturbing being that the Pc with the gruesome things on it, was on, and the program was on as well. That made my stomach hurt. The next thing that was beyond interesting was that the name used to log in the program was G-e-o-r-g-e.... Jesus... Fucking Christ. There was something happening and I didn't want to know what. I was afraid and pissed at the same time. I noticed that the cursor was stopped at the "Victims" folder. Strike 2. I had to see if there were any changes in the program, though I knew that i didn't check that particular folder, so even if there really was a change, I wouldn’t know it, because I was too scared to see. But now I had to. So I did. And my blood froze once again, as the hairs in my body all rose at the same time. There were names written in one line. Names that I would never recognize. But one I did. It was the very same one I typed yesterday. I panickedly started looking around to see if someone was watching me from somewhere, or was my mind playing stupid tricks on me? My breathing started getting heavier with every breath. I started hearing sounds coming from the other rooms, but i was intrigued about the names, though i really wanted the thing i was seeing to be fake. After all my eyes weren't deceiving me either. I was seeing everything very clearly. In the front of the line, with big letters, was written: “NED”. Human Dinner You know these family dinners that you have to be present at, because the whole family is going to be there? Yea.... I was having that kind of one. We were gathered in a really famous restaurant, known to serve things really fresh and delightful. There were at least 20 family members surrounding the rectangle table. My father had this kind of promotion, which allows him to get a higher paid position, in the cost of moving to a different city. Ah well, I didn’t really feel anything about this town, mostly indifference, change was a good thing, and knowing my father was going to be paid more, I suppose I could just deal with it. Suddenly I was brought back to earth from my grandma. -You haven’t eaten anything dear, are you feeling well? - she asked and touched my forehead. -Yea I'm good grandma, just not feeling hunger right now. She nodded and continued her conversation with someone. As I looked back at my plate i did this disgusted physiognomy. I didn't really know why, but this dish in particular was kind of messed up. It wasn't anything really that flashy though. Just a regular chicken leg with a potato mash. Nothing special, right? –at least before they brought the soup. At first I didn't notice as I tried it, but the after taste hit me like a car. It was horrible. A simple tomato soup was so disgusting that it made me caught from straight 2 minutes. Not knowing what to eat to clear out the nasty taste I started chewing on some chicken and I mixed It with a little bit of potato mash. As I was ripping the meat together with the mush, something stung some of my teeth. I didn't get a bone with the bite of the chicken, so...where was it from? Looking around I spotted everything out in a napkin. There was clearly a bone there, but it didn't look like a chicken one. I mean, do chicken have fingers. Oh God! There was a fucking human finger bone, mixed with the potatoes mash. I think I looked rather creeped out because dad asked me why I looked so shocked. Completely ignoring him I saw how grandma was about to eat some mash, so I quickly jumped out of my seat and headed towards her. The table was so damn long, and she was so far away. Everyone looked at me surprised but I didn't care, grandma was about to put the large spoonful of mash, and was going to taste the awful tomato soup as well, I had to warn her somehow, without worrying the others. I was about to scream at her to stop, but I tripped and fell flat on my face, nearly breaking my nose. When I quickly got back on my knees I yelled at her to stop, but she was taking the spoon out of her mouth. Seeing how her pupils widened out of the shock she felt made me fell this terrible thing in me, kicking me to go and help, but...my body wasn’t moving. Someone else saw it and quickly started helping her applying the Heimlich method. Uncle quickly grabbed her and started pushing-in her chest. A few times like that and then large chunk of mash mixed with soup came out flying out of the throat. Thank heavens. She didn’t choke to death. That was quite fucking scary. What was even scarier was the story behind this. It turned out, after the police investigated the case, that the chef behind our meals, was in fact a fake. The real one was a woman, that was brutally murdered by said fake chef. The man had an affair with her, and after she told him to leave her alone, he lost and overdid it, basically. Killing her, he butchered her limbs and skinned them perfectly, locking them into a freezer. Those limbs were used as a substitute to a meat or something, basically a sinister plan of the fake chef, which leads to the question about the human finger bone in my potato mash. Also according to the police, the soup, tomato one, was made out of her blood, which was why the after taste had this metallic scent to it…that’s just disgusting. And to finish this, we aren’t eating in a restaurant that doesn’t have a decent security, no thanks. The Medallion Thursday Nightmares Volume III Final! Once the door to the accessory shop was opened i felt this interesting smell of old wood. The shop itself was old, so it was kind of obvious for all the shelves to have this fermented from the year’s smell. The owner, an old man named Henry was sitting behind a glass desk. His glasses made his yes look really big and silly, although the light in them looked intelligent. His French looking hat was placed kind of to the left, and gave him this young looking face. When I got closer to his desk, which had a showcased window, on the little shelf that was below the window were laid many rings, medallions, bracelets and etc. All of them were really well stored, not having a small dark spot on them. I looked at the direction of the silver jewelry and noticed a ring that looked pretty epic, if I should say. It was silver, which I prefer to gold. On top of the silver, there was a black layer like thing that kind of resembled a royal type coast of arms. It wasn't really high priced, so buying it was an option. I looked at Henry and he smiled. -It really does look really royal like. It's really well done. Doesn't get harmed when close to water. If you want, I can lower the price down with 10 dollars, and you are free to go with it-said the old man while taking out a whole stand with rings. He took the wanted ring and handed it to me. Looking at it closely it really did out-shine the others by a lot. It was calling out for me. I can't really explain why, but it was just nice enough for me to get it. I did. But there was something more to the ring. Something that was speaking to me from the very start as I walked in the shop. Something that changed my way of thinking, behavior and ideas. A thing cursed, for hundreds of years. Something that changed my life. A simple medallion. As Henry was packing the ring in a small box, I was looking at a thing which was behind him, something that was calling me out from the moment I stepped in the shop. Not knowing why, I kind of dozed for a moment and tried to go behind the desk but Henry quickly snapped me back. -Hey Zed, where are you going? – asked the man while looking at be behind those big glasses of his. Not knowing exactly what to say I had to tell him the truth, but I wanted to do it in a secret type way, so that the doesn’t catch me. -You see, I was kind of looking for something like a necklace or a medallion or something like that, but seeing the ones on the stand didn’t really catch my eye, and I was wondering if you had something in the back? – I said with the most believe tone and physiognomy I manage to make. He stopped packing the ring and turned around. I didn’t see what exactly he was doing but I remember seeing him shiver for a moment. Once he turned back to me I saw a rather taller and slimmer box, similar to the small one for the ring. His hands were enticingly shaking for some reason, probably because of the age, or maybe he really wanted me to look at the thing he was about to take from the box. I didn’t really need to be lured into looking at it, I was already getting excited to see what was calling me out. When he took it out of the box I kind of went like:” Wow”. It was a medallion. As Henry placed it in front of me my hands started to shake a little bit. It was a circle type stone. There was something like an eye on it, reminding me of the illuminati. It resembled a cat’s eye, but had something dark between the iris. -Interesting- I mumbled to myself. Interesting indeed I should say. This particular medallion was a shipment delivered from Egypt. I don’t know where it was taken from, but they told me to be really careful with it, because it might contain a curse. -Curse? - I said in quiet the pitched up voice. - What do you mean by that? He laughed it off and took the accessory back. -Do not be scared, it was washed with holy waters, if there was a curse, then I guess it was washed away with the waters. -Hmm…maybe you are right…well I do like it, so I think I will take that as well. -That will be splendid, let me pack it up for you- said the old man and started packing up both boxes in one paper bag. My sight was totally focused into the medallion, which was locked in the box. Didn’t know why, but I felt this connection with it. It was making me happy, or for now it was. Henry finally finished and handed me the bag. I grabbed some cash from the wallet and paid for the both the ring and the medallion and took off, thinking about the moment when I will place the silver of my neck. 3 days later. A couple of days have passed and I feel better than ever. When I returned home, my parents loved the things I bought. They kind of preferred the ring, but I still managed to love the medallion more than the other thing. I noticed that if you keep it close to you, by that I mean skin, it will kind of generate warmth. Yes, I know, it is so weird, but I like it. I think that was the best thing I have ever bought for some time, and I really mean it. Or should I say, the medallion thinks so too. It found itself a new owner, a new host to control. 2 weeks later. There were shadows everywhere. I couldn’t see a thing, didn’t even know where I was. A grey fog was covering my feet. It was showing me a way, which apparently I had to follow to gain information about everything. But what was everything? What was so important, that I was dreaming of it? Then an eye opened in the darkness of the abyss. It was freaking creepy. It really resembled the eye of the medallion. But was it the same? “Zed…Zed…Zed…”- I heard someone whispering. “Follow me Zed…come with me…be with me…”- the voice said once again. I would lie If I said that I wasn’t interested. I was intrigued by the thing. The darkness again expanded this time showing me a door. I took some steps and opened it. It was the hallway corridor in my house. The next door was leading into my parent’s room. There was this strange blue light covering the already dark room. “Go inside Zed…you know you want to do it”- whispered the voice. I had to do it. If I didn’t, I would betray my possession. It was telling me exactly what to do, and doing it would make it happy, it would make me happy. “US” happy. Extending my hand forward I grabbed the handle and twisted it downwards opening the door without a single crack. My dad and mom were sleeping on their big bed, covered in a blue silk blanket, which really matched the blue light which was emitted from somewhere. “Now…take this…take it Zed, and end this torture of a life you are having”- said the voice with a demanding tone. Something shined on the floor. The blue light was shining on it, making the steel reflect the light in my face. Grabbing it by the handle I tighten up my grip of the knife. It was one of mom’s knives. As I did, this anger, wrath and savage instincts flew into me, just like water does through a funnel. My hands started shaking from all the rage I was feeling. All the kept secrets that I’ve hidden away from my parents were getting out of my mind, and were replaced by the awful thing they have made me do. All the things I was forced to do. All the yelling and beating ups I’ve taken. This screwed up conscience was making me kill my own parents, and it was really tempting. So fucking tempting. The cold steel blade was vibrating in the room, making this rustling sound. “DO IT!”- yelled the voice. I extended the knife in the air, ready to slam it somewhere in the body of my father, when I heard the voice laughing. It was a sinister laugh. Evil-like. Horrifying to the very core. It sounded like a woman’s voice, now that I thought about it. Forgetting what I was doing I dropped the knife. “What are you doing Zed, grab it and kill them, you know you want it!”- yelled the voice even louder and nearly blasted away my ear drums. -NO! -this time I yelled and completely snapped out of the dream. Once I opened my eyes, I felt this burning spot on my neck. The chain on which the medallion was hanging on, was burning hot. The medallion itself had nearly mixed with my skin. It was melted and stuck in it. The pain was so agonizing that my eyes watered as soon as I opened them. Looking at the time I saw that It was 7:30 am. This problem had to be erased. On the next day, everything went fine. The chain kind of cooled off, but I still took everything off, besides the ring. Placed the medallion it into a bucket filled with cold water, hoping that it won’t try and start warming again. After seeing that it was normalized i went to school. After leaving the house my mind went everywhere once again. Now that I noticed, when I wasn’t wearing the medallion I was feeling kind of better. I mean, the weeks that I was wearing it kind of flew by me like a rocket, I just didn’t remember anything worth remembering, and now my mind was fixing itself, trying to force me to remember all the things I did, but…it wasn’t that easy. It was like the Medallion was kind of taking over me, and now it was happening in my sleep, and I didn’t really like that. In order to stop it, I first wanted to consult myself with Henry, because he might know something. 17:30 pm. I wasn’t even in the shop when Henry quickly came around the desk and ran to me. -ZED, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE MEDALLION? - he asked with a hysteric voice- DID IT DO SOMETHING TO YOU? - he again asked, but didn’t wait for an answer and pulled the shirt which was covering my neck. When the scars of the chains showed up, he quickly covered them and started apologizing to me. -I…should never have sold it to you…oh god I’m really sorry…I…I was controlled by it…can you believe me? - asked the man again. -Yea…I felt this way for the past weeks as well, and I haven’t been feeling quite well to be honest…yesterday even…- I stopped talking. -Yesterday what? Come on speak up boy?!- said the man both scared and interested. -I had this nightmare, in which this voice is commanding me to kill my parents- I said quickly, because I didn’t want to repeat it. His face went even paler as he heard that. Now that fear had gone through his mind, his normally young face for an old man, had turned into a brutally old looking grimace, that I didn’t even knew he had. -As I said, I am the one who needs to be blamed about this. - I didn’t say nothing. - When I sold the medallion to you, this voice you speak of told me not to tell you the story of the medallion itself. I sat down a chair, and so did he. He coughed and started telling me this story. -When Egypt was in its prime, im talking about hundreds of years ago, exactly when pharaoh Tutankhamun was on the throne. There was this lady, which really wanted to work in the palace of the pharaoh, as a normal house lady. The parents of the young Tut, didn’t like the idea of a street woman to work in the palace of the gods, so they forbid it completely, even commanding the guards to beat her up and return her to the streets when she belongs. After that the lead leash is broken, but it’s believed that this lady is named Helzegovina. She managed to curse an accessory, which was well hidden in the tomb of Tutankhamun. This accessory…is the medallion I sold you, or to be specific: “the Street Cat Eye”- as they called it. -But you said that the curse has been washed away with holy water? - I asked desperately. -That was a lie my boy, as I said, it made me do it- said the man and covered his face. -What can we do about it? How can we un-curse it? - I asked already knowing the answer. -This artefact, can’t be purified…it has to be destroyed. -Then let’s do it…- I said and jumped out of my seat, leaving the shop behind. 18:25. Henry and I arrived by my home quickly, thanks to his Opel, which for its miles did a fine job. Quickly leaving the automobile I rushed back home, and found the medallion in the bucket I placed it. The water which was originally cold, was now straight fire hot. The medallion itself wasn’t harmed, but the chain was melting, although the circle silver tablet was not. The eye was looking directly at me, as if it was saying “What now?”. Oh there was something about to happen alright. Taking the bucket with me, I left the house again and saw Henry waiting for me on the lawn. -How are we gonna do it? – I asked. -Fire. We are going to destroy this wicked thing with its very own element. He pulled out a flamethrower out of his car, which I didn’t ask where he got from and told me to place the bucket on top of the home barbeque. I did the tasks. He turned the flames on which were so bright and hot, on this melting summer day. He only managed to melt the bucket, but the medallion was now laying on the black burned metal on the barbeque grill. -Do you think we need something stronger than that? - I asked Henry while he was still trying to figure out something. As I asked this I got an idea. Sprinting back to my room I quickly kneed to the ground and uncovered the blankets of the bed, so that I can see bellow it. I had a big storage of firecrackers. I took the XX2 MEGA DESTROYER, which by fact I knew that it was gonna completely obliterate it. When I got back I saw how Henry’s flamethrower died, as the flames were turned towards him. He quickly took of his jacket and started stomping it on the ground. -Quickly now, do something- said the old man, trying to remove the small flames. I did as follow. Tied the firecracker to the medallion, as much as it was hot, with tape, which was getting vaporized by the warmth of the accessory. -Screw it- I said and quickly brought up a lighter. I left the tape to burn and kindled the fuse, which started going down in the tube, where the gunpowder was stored. Running 5 meters away from it, I watched as the fuse went down, and after some minutes a powerful explosion happened, blasting all the pieces of the medallion to the atmosphere, where it could never burn again. Right as I did, my parents returned from work. It was really awkward to explain everything but I did, and I think it worked out. After everything went down, I finally was going to get a good sleep, not interrupted by anything evil and wanting to kill me and everything around me. As I laid on the bed, I felt this really big itch on my ring finger. Scratching it nicely at first I didn’t notice it. Covering myself with a blanket I fell asleep immediately. But as I said…I didn’t notice. Didn’t notice the warmth emitting from the ring and the eye resembling a cat…watching me.
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Thursday Nightmare-[The New Home\ [Volume II Starter Story\
Thursday Nightmares Volume 2 Starter Story ~The New Home~ Since me and my wife wanted to have a new house, we decided to buy a new one, which is the only reason i was waiting outside one house waiting for the Agent to come. My wife Jenn wanted to have a moderate looking house so that she can look after the baby. Yes, she was expecting a baby boy, and I was really excited about it. Buying a house in which my wife and son would live for a long time was one of my dreams of fulfilling, and now I was so close to doing it. The agent i had hired to show me the best house finally came and was now opening the front door to our new home. Once I entered it there I felt like this was the home we were gonna get. The living room was really wide, and it gave this really nice vibe. I imagined seeing my baby son playing on the floor with his action figures and toys. The kitchen was nice, since I don’t really know what a kitchen was supposed to look like. According to my wife it needed to have a lot of stuff, because she was a cook and she wanted to have a really large variety of things there, which wasn’t a problem for me, I was looking at the things she told me to look for, and seeing the kitchen have everything she needed gave me hope that this house was already in our bag. The agent then showed me the bedrooms, which too were really nice. Although upon entering the bedroom in which me and Jenn were gonna sleep I felt a cold breeze coming from it, and right now it was summer, so it was pretty hot outside. I felt this eerie feeling, but I shocked it off and continued to look around. Once I laid on the bed I felt the cold blankets underneath me, they were just cold, freezing cold, but I still decided to lay on it, since it was trying it out. I closed my eyes for a bit, but once I opened them I noticed something that kinda creeped me out. There was a metal ring nailed-up to the ceiling. It was just there…in the middle of it…I asked the agent and I could swear to god, I saw him start to sweat for a second, but then he smiled but with that, “I’m trying not to get caught face’’, type of smile and replied quietly that there was a guy with his family living here, but one day he just went nuts and killed his daughter, strangled his wife and then hanged himself. Once he finished his sentence I started starring at him as if a professional boxer had just punched me with all his force, because I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked up again, but the ring was still there. -Um, I’m not really sure… -Don’t worry-stopped me, the Agent-, people get nervous all the time when they hear that someone murdered someone in the house they are in- said the agent in one breath-, you just need to understand that some people just can’t get over the fact that they are crazy. You know, if you really like the house and everything I’m willing to give it to you with a discount. How about we say 20% off? – finally finished, the Agent. I looked at him surprised, but I smiled when I heard 20% off. That was like giving away the house and saving some money for furniture and all kind of stuff for it. Who cared who got shot, killed, stabbed, strangled, hanged and etc. in the house, their stories had already been written and now it was our time to get to write. Of course I agreed to it and we shook hands. He made me sign a contract, and when I did, he got in his car sped up and I didn’t see him again in my life. 2 weeks later. Some weeks had passed and the renewing of the house had just now begun. There was a lot of stuff that I didn’t want there, but I kept some as well. I made the garden have rye grass and build something like a soccer field in the backyard which was really large as well. We had to hire some guys to help up repaint the roof, because the tiles were getting really pale, and I just wanted to make it look like a new home for us. We painted the front of the house blue and the backside white. I don’t know why, but I wanted to paint the rooftop tiles black, as i did. Everything inside and outside was pretty much ready. 1 week later. After some more days we had moved in the house and were having a welcoming party thing. We invited some of our new neighbors too. We had a great time basically. My wife had given birth to a baby child the week before that and our son was sleeping upstairs, since the house was a two story building. During the party we had a lot of pictures taken, and we wanted to make something like an album filled with photos, so that we can always remember how we moved in the new house. That night, when the party was already over and everyone was asleep I felt that coldness again, the very same coldness that I felt upon entering the house. I opened my eyes and I saw my wife next to me. I then turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. That night I didn’t really sleep well…I was feeling like someone was watching me…I was feeling stalked, while knowing there was no one there…just me, my wife and the cold. 4 years later. Some years passed and our family was even closer than before. Our son was 4 years old and was loving the house, since it was so big, and had really nice things to explore. Jenn enjoyed it a lot too. Everyone was having a great time, but I felt like I was the only one experiencing some things. Like for example when I was in the shower one time I felt like I was being stalked, and I knew my wife was right next to the shower room, and I could hear her ironing the clothes, but I still felt eerie. Then as I was about to wash my hair I felt this sudden cold touch on my shoulder, which gave me the chills, not because it was cold, it kinda scared me because I was used to shower with really hot water, and that sudden cold touch out of nowhere was just really spooky. I didn’t really think much of it, but as I opened my eyes, after finishing with washing the hair, I saw a human like figure on the curtains, since we had curtains on the top of the ceiling in the shower room, just standing right behind them and staring at me. I quickly moved them, but there was no one there. I don’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, or I was just getting too much stress. But that wasn’t the only thing that made me think if there were other who were in the house. When I woke up in the middle of the night one time I saw a small figure just run pass our bed and giggle. At the morning I asked Jenn if she heard it, but she didn’t. Then one time I saw Hector, my son’s name, standing in the backyard and talking to himself. He was getting really excited about something and when I asked him to who he was talking he replied with: “the little girl”, which made me shiver, but I figured it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Deciding that there wasn’t anything to worry about wasn’t the decision I had to make. I came back from work today and I didn’t feel like doing anything, so I sat down on the sofa and grabbed an album out of the many we had and started turning the pages and looking at old photos. I came to one that really stuck out to me. There was a group photo of our neighbors, family and friends posing for the camera. Me and Jenn were at the middle, and I noticed something really strange about it. There was something like a shadow figure standing at one corner and just staring at us. I had never seen that picture up close and now that I had seen It I felt really uncomfortable in my own house. Placing the picture back in the album I stood up and went to make myself a hot chocolate, since it was starting to get colder and colder each day outside. I quickly forgot about the thing I saw in the picture. That same night we all went to bed in our rooms and everything was fine. 00:53 I woke up. Suddenly I was awakened by something. I didn’t feel sleepy, but my body was heavy. I didn’t understand this at all. I tried reverting on sides and switching poses, but nothing helped me fall asleep again. I heard our clock making a sound. I set it up to sign a really short symphony every time a new hour came. I looked up to see it was 01:00 in the morning. Right next to it there was a small calendar type thingy which showed you the date as well, although we already had a really nice calendar hanging on the wall, but I wanted to try and see if I could read the small letters on the top of the clock. -…N…. ovember…4th, 2010. Feeling proud I closed my eyes, but then my whole body went numb. I couldn’t feel anything in it. My body just didn’t want me to move at all. All the muscles were doing what they wanted and were just not listening to me. I tried moving my hands, but nothing happened. It was like I was paralyzed. Then my whole upper body stood up and my arms pointed towards. I didn’t know what was happening, but I could feel that someone was moving them. I slowly turned towards my wife and placed my hand on her neck. My eyes filled with fear and tears, as I already knew what was going to happen. The hands tighten the grip around the neck and started squishing as much as possible. I was crying not able to do anything to stop, but the hands were holding and squishing, until I hear the neck snap. Jenn’s eyes were popped out of their sockets and her body was laying on the bed lifeless. The hands then released the neck and then the lower body started moving. My feet uncovered themselves from the blankets and stood up from the bed. Then they started moving. I was filed with agony, sorrow and dread. Everything was so cold. I stopped at my son’s room and I entered slowly, without any unnecessary sound. Grabbing a pencil out of Hectors desk I approached him, and without even hesitating my arms viciously started stabbing the boy in the torso. My screams covered his, as his blood was pouring on the bed sheets. I felt so horrible, so sick and twisted…my wife, son…they were gone. I just couldn’t live with myself, knowing I murdered them. But was it me that did it? Of course, it was my hands that strangled Jenn, it was my hands that stabbed Hector. But I wasn’t the one controlling them. I wasn’t the one who did all of this. I knew for a fact that I couldn’t live with myself anymore. My legs were moving on my commands now. I went back inside our bedroom, and seeing the body of Jenn almost made me throw up, but I just couldn’t let myself get away with it. I stepped on the bed and got on top of it. Removing the chandelier, I exposed the metal ring that was there when I first entered the house…and it was then I remembered…the story the Agent told me. The guy that killed his wife and son, and then hanged himself. My hands were shaking as I was tying up the blankets in really tight knot. Then I placed one part of the blanket in there and made it into a noose. I pushed my neck in the noose and I saw the same shadow figure from the picture standing in the middle of the room. He firstly pointed at the clock, and then at the metal ring. I looked at the clock, which was showing exactly 01:10, and then I looked at the metal ring at which was engraved November 4th,1999, 01:10. I understood what he wanted to show me. He did the same to his family at that day, so he engraved it to remind everyone who did the same. The figure then kicked me and I fell out of bed making the noose tighten around my neck and eventually snapping it. I wasn’t that tall…so my body was hanging really nicely as the life in my soul was leaving me. I guess I shouldn’t have bought this home…because if I didn’t, I would still live another day to see my family. But now the Agent would have another family come here and suffer the faith of the Haunted New Home…or as it got famous for: “The Murder-Suicidal House”. Thursday Nightmare-[Frozen World] It all started back when I bought that mirror. It happened to sudden that I was so surprised when I actually brought it in the house. The mirror itself wasn’t really that expensive, although I had to pay some extra cash to transport it in my house. It was so pretty and wonderfully that all of the family members liked it a lot. My little son was blown away by it, but to me it was just a mirror, but if he liked it so much, then I guess I could keep it. And so we kept living with it in our mansion. Months passed by and I witnessed some out of the ordinary things happening around the mirror. One time walking pass it I noticed someone walking by me in the mirror, which was purely impossible. Even our staff complained about hearing some weird noises coming out of it mid night. My son even told me, he heard a child laughing at the corridor at night. Josh, the mansions chef said that he saw a girl walking pass it, but it wasn't any of my daughters, so I went and started examining the floor and sides of the mirror. It was then when I realized that there was something going on around it. This unusual aura was coming out of it that made my blood chill. I was feeling eerie so I left the hallway. The staff started complaining even more, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just break it, or resell it. My son wanted to keep it, despite having those problems, but everyone else hated it to their bones. I decided to hire a priest so he could examine it himself and maybe perform some kind of ritual and wash away the Evil aura. Some hours passed and Priest George came in the mansion. I showed him the mirror and he suddenly fell on the floor. He was unconscious, and everyone around him was scared. George woke up but his eyes were white. I asked him if he was feeling alright but he couldn't even speak. Everyone started panicking even more, which made me even more frustrated since I already had big problems with that mirror and now this happened, i just couldn't figure out what to do. George collapsed on the floor and wasn’t able to even stand on his feet without having pain in his chest. I told Josh to bring me a hammer, and by the look of his face I couldn't feel that my idea was bad, but out choices were limited, no one would buy a haunted mirror. He went to the shack and after some time he returned and handed me a hammer. By this time, all the people living in the mansion were gathered and were watching what was about to happen. I swung the hammer and right when I was about to smash it into the glass, everything just become black for a moment. When my sight returned back to normal, my eyes were hurting but I could see, barely, but could. I looked around only to see everyone on the floor. They were ill, really ill. Some were vomiting blood, and some were just lying on the floor and were convulsing. When they stopped, all of their blood started pouring out of their mouth, ears, eyes...everywhere. I was just standing there... Not doing anything to help my family and friends. Turning around I saw the mirror, but there was something in it. Something like an imagine engraved deeply in the glass, but I felt that there was something more to it, and... I just felt the need to touch it. I reached to it, and once I placed my finger on the cold glass, my body just went numb and woke up for a split second. But everything was different, the walls of the room were shattered, the wallpapers that were so expensive were torn apart, the furniture was wrecked, everything from the walls to the floor, to the ceiling was trashed and scattered everywhere in the mansion, it was like the whole house was obliterated by something. Something more I saw, was the ice that was covering everything. It wasn't cold thought, it was just there, as well as me. But then in the voiceless abyss I was in I heard a child's voice, more of a laughter, or something like that. I slowly turned around and I saw that there was a child running in the hallway. It was bare footed wearing a really old black dress and had a hair so long it was reaching its ankles. She turned around and made a signal to follow her. And so I did. I started walking after her as she was leaving the mansion, which was minute from falling apart. Since she was barefoot I started wondering if the cold was hurting her, but I guess it wasn't. She was completely out of the mansion, and I was at the entrance. The girl then turned around to look at me and then started laughing. I thought she was lost, but I doubted that. Maybe she was the ghost haunting the mirror. Then she pointed at some icicles that I didn't pay much attention to. But as I carefully looked at them I saw people...they were alive, but their bodies were dead. There were more than a million icicles. I didn’t know how to feel, but once I looked back at her, she was already right next to me. -What do you Want-I asked her monotonically. She smiled wickedly and pointed at my heart. -I want to have one too, but no one gives one to me, because they thought I was evil. -Aren't you? -No... Of course not. I'm just searching for friends to be with me. I was comprehending what the girl was saying. But i smiled at her too. -I will be your friend. Her eyes watered up and she extended her hands. I grabbed them, and I felt the coldness that was surrounding me. My body instantly froze, and my heart turned into stone, as my body was covered in ice. I could see the girl crying, but her expression quickly turned into a solid wide grin as her eyes widened to the extend where the white was overcoming the color in them. The girl wanted me to do it, it was just a set up from the start. I could see her extending her finger. The girl started finger writing on the icicle. My soul which was getting covered in ice felt a scary beat coming from my frozen heart. Her writing was there to tell me not to trust people so lightly. The writing she did was: "Another victim has joined me in my everlasting Frozen World". Thursday Nightmare-[Lost] My feet were bare, and in agony of the intense walking I was doing. I left my house at midnight, without waking up anyone, but I had to choose to either get my shoes, which were in a closet or get my coat which was already in my room. I couldn’t open the closet, because it always made this awful sound, that would probably wake everyone in the house, considering it was late, and waking up someone meant that I would get in really big trouble. Now as I was walking towards the exit of the woods, I left like I didn’t need to go back home, since everyone there were acting like complete idiots. Everyone hated me, because I was the only one who had some intelligence, and I can mark the word intelligence, since I wasn’t really that much of a smart kid. I would always end up doing something bad, which would later cost me a lot, since my father liked to beat everyone in the house, and having 5 older brothers to help him do the job was just despicable. Leaving the house was my only option, and so I did. I packed some clothes, and socks…OH that’s right I had socks with me, how could I have forgotten about that. I stopped for a bit and put the socks on. That made the cold a little bit less. You see, I really didn’t have a plan to begin with. I was just walking ahead, without turning back, even though once or twice I turned around to see if there was something there, since I was a little bit paranoid of…everything. When I left the woods behind, it was only an open field now. I could see almost everything from here, and I really spotted a house in the middle of nowhere. Although I could see the chimney smoking, which made me think if I could go to there and ask someone if I could stay in the house for a bit and then leave. I really wasn’t sure if that would work, but it was worth the try. I had to walk some really huge distance to get there though, as I was looking from afar. One of the windows lightened, which meant that there was really someone there. Now I had to sprint, since I really wanted to see who it was, that was living there, and also see if she or he could help me. After some more walking I finally reached the house. Being up close to it, I could see that it was covered in some kind of a plant that spreads through the entire building. The roof wasn’t that bad either, it needed some repairing, but it was nice. The house itself was made out of rocks, and it was really solid. There was also a 3 step staircase leading to the door. I quickly hoped over them, knocked at the wooden door, then made two steps back and began to wait. I could clearly hear someone coming, and knowing me I was waiting patiently, since I had some suspecting that the person living here might be old. The door began to move, and I heard the key unlocking the mechanism. An old granny with a purple sweater slowly looked through the really small opening of the door and as she saw me, she quickly widened the gap and then fully opened it. -Why hello young boy, what are you doing here in this kind of hour? – asked the granny. -Hello miss, sorry to disturb you, as you said at his kind of hour, but I left my home, and I was wondering if you could let me stay here for a couple of minutes. She looked at me as if I was a bugler, but then she nods and lets me in. I wasn’t expecting it to be completely honest. Knowing some old people, it was probably a better idea for her to just stay in the house and don’t open the door, because scary things might happen, but with me, an ordinary boy, looking for shelter, I doubted that she would let me stay in her house, but there we have it. I walked in her house, and at first glance it looked really nicely tided up. There wasn’t anything rather dirty or something like that. Since the house wasn’t that big I entered the kitchen as she followed me. I sat down a chair and looked at her, as she was preparing some tea. -Say granny, why are you up so late yourself? Don’t you sleep? She giggled and didn’t answer at first, but when she served the tea she sat down near me and pointed at some pills. -You see them pills? I bet you do. They were given to me by the doctor, so that I can fall asleep you see. But it happens to give me some kind of different reaction, and instead of sleeping I’m wide awake. -So, that means you sleep at day, no? -Well- she sipped on the tea- sometimes I am kind of tired, but for an old hag like me, it isn’t really a problem you see. I made a small laugh and sipped on my tea as well. She then stared at me and started asking me questions. -And what about you my lad? Why did you abandon your home? I didn’t want to answer that, but since she was so kind to let me in the house I started explaining to her, how everyone in my home hated me. My dad, brothers, mother. I wasn’t a loved child, I was just there…living there, for their fun. She listened to me silently and when I was done explaining she gave me a small hug. I could see some tears in her eyes. -I’m really sorry to hear that lad. I really hate people that threat their children like crap. You can stay here for the morning if Ya want. I refused saying I was gonna stay here for a bit. She got kind of frustrated about it, but smiled and went to the other room. She was a nice granny, and I felt like some heavy chains fell down of me, while I was telling her my story. I leaned back on the chair and started looking at some things. The calendar was showing a really old date. It wasn’t changed for a long time. There was some old food thrown away in a garbage bin, near the sink, which had turned green, I didn’t know why thought. As I was going to finish my tea I looked at the sink again and saw the sleeping pills she was talking about. It said with big letters “EXTREMELY STRONG MEDICINE. GARRANTIES 12 HOURS OF SLEEP” I quickly stopped drinking the tea and looked at the cup, only to see some white powder looking substance on the bottom of the cup. That old hag was trying to make me fall asleep. I truly got terrified for a moment. Silently I stood up and went to see where she went to. I peeked from the edge of the door and saw her sharpening a really large butcher knife. Everything there was bloody. Blood stains, spots and even a little puddle of blood. I freaked out and quickly started sprinting from the front door. Bursting out of it I saw some boots laying on the ground and quickly placed them on feet. My head was all fizzy, and I think I was gonna puke. I attempted to run, but my feet were all dangling and couldn’t move as I wanted them to move. I fell on the ground. I turned around only to see the granny standing at the entrance to the house. She was holding that butcher knife and her eyes were all crazy. I couldn’t escape from her. My hope for freedom turned out to be my death chamber. She started coming towards me. I couldn’t move a muscle and I was getting really tired all of a sudden. The only thing I could see was that butcher knife in the air. Then all I felt was pleasure…pleasure that I fell asleep before the knife got to me. Me…the Lost boy. Thursday Nightmare-[The Sleeping Girl] David Troy Francis was a really nice painter and artist. He would often make women strip and pose for him, making them the exact same thing, but only on a white canvas, which he would sell for high prizes and make a living out of them. One day David decided to make a painting outside his mansion. He went to the big streets of France and started asking people to come and pose so he could paint them. Some would pose, some watch, but in the end, he would always get paid and be happy about his job. It got dark outside so he decided to leave and go back home. On his way though, he noticed a girl sitting on a bench, quietly sleeping. That was an opportunity he could just miss out, because the girl was really pretty. He got one white canvas out of his bag and started using his brushes to paint the beauty while she was asleep. The angle of the painting was so well done that when he came back home he managed to redo some parts and make it even better than the original. Some weeks later on his exhibition he had a lot of paintings... 22 to be exact. Many rich personas bought some of them, but the main attraction was the painting of the "Sleeping Girl"-as he named it that way. Some offered two thousand dollars, some 1 million francs. The variety of prices were a lot, but of course he sold it to be highest one. As the months passed by, David started getting more and more uncreative. It was like his motivation was dead and he had nothing to work with. He was reading the newspaper, sitting on his balcony and drinking some of the finest coffee, when he read that they discovered the dead body of Jason Grant Travis, also known as the person who bought the "Sleeping Girl" painting. David was shocked to read that his house burned down to shreds, although...the painting wasn't harmed. He decided that it would be best if he brings it back to himself again. And he did. David got it back and cared for it. Having it by his side made his work be productive once again. His paintings got better, he received more money, and along the way he married to a really beautiful woman. It was really nice, his life and all, but things changed fast. His wife fell ill. She had a rare disease and no doctor could cure her. David didn't know what was causing that until he noticed something really odd one day. As he was sitting down on his favorite couch near the fireplace he looked at the "Sleeping Girl" painting. He was shocked. His hair rose and his face turned pale. The painting was looking at him too. The image on it. The girl. Her eyes were opened. She was supposed to be sleeping. He understood what had happened immediately, or so he thought. He was just too drunk. Eventually his wife passed away, and he didn't paint anything anymore until his death. The "Sleeping Girl “painting was moved to the Louvre where it remained for some years until a rich business man bought it. He drowned in his shower so the painting was given to another person who passed away of an unknown heart disease. It moved hands quickly. The owner never did survive for very long time. It was named the "Haunted Painting “so the authorities decided to throw it away. And so... The Painting was never seen anymore. But...what the late David did not know was that when he painted the painting the girl wasn't sleeping. She had been raped and strangled to death. When he painted her, her ghost was bestowed upon it. It would kill everyone who wasn't David. The painting would come alive every night to see him, feel his pain and understand his sorrow. The "Sleeping Girl " was nothing more than the "Dead Wife “of the person who... Saved her soul. Thursday Nightmares-[The Legend of the Red Eyed Man] The Riverton’s lived in a family ranch near the end of the Narthuani Village. They never did harm anyone, and always lived in peace with their neighbors. Everybody knew them as the leading family in the region, so if someone was about to start producing something like milk, eggs and etc. they would inform the Riverton’s to guide them and approve of what they are doing. Jack, the owner of the ranch and eldest in town owned a small forest near the ranch itself. He would often go and visit it, gather wood, and sell it to people in need of wood material. Everyone was happy to work with Jack, and there were almost no problems. As the years went on, Jack’s son Thomas and his wife Karly had a baby boy, which was named Jack Jr. Jack Sr. was so happy to finally have a grandson, that he gave everybody in the village free wood and invited them to a massive dinner at the ranch. The George’s, Johnson’s and Marlonson’s were some of the best families in the region, and the owners of their respective farms happened to be best of buddies with Jack Sr. When Miss Wendy, Jack Sr. wife, finally placed the final dish on the table, everyone was then welcome to start eating. Rubin, Henry and Darvin were the best friends that Jack Sr. grew up with. All of them were sitting close to each other on the end of the table. -So happy to hear Ya’ finally got yourself a young boy there Jackie, are you happy or what? – asked the old looking man named Rubin, which was 5 years younger than the rest of them. -Ahh, don’t get me started buddy…What can I say? As a father to be finally a grandfather…there’s really nothing more special than that, don’t you guys think so? - asked Jack looking at everyone with a huge smile on his face. -Yea, I gotta agree with Ya’ Jackie. Ain’t nothing better than having a small little baby boy! - replied Darvin with a passionate laughter. -Or a girl? - jokingly said Henry. Everyone in the company had a great time chatting, eating the food miss Wendy made and just having a blast celebrating the young Jack Jr. Out of nowhere though, a man comes running out of the woods, screaming maniacally. Jack quickly got up and stopped the man, who clearly had gotten into trouble. -What’s wrong Ya’ fool? – asked Jack, examining the fellow in some quick seconds. -…-I-im…Jon…I was collecting some firewood, for my house, when something large came behind me and nearly killed me with a massive axe. - said the newcomer, while showing how big the axe was. Jack and the others looked at each other for a split second. All 4 men grabbed 4 shooting guns and a couple of revolvers and walked back with the man, to the spot he saw the “thing” he was talking about. As they were walking in the forest, everyone was at gun point in any second. Jack was walking upfront with the man. They finally reached the spot the man came running from. He found his axe and some of his things he had left here. -Are you really serious about this, or are you trying to fool us, you fool? We can shoot Ya’ at any second now! – said Jack agitated. -No- no-no sir! I’m not lying…he was here…a man, with a huge axe, red eyes and strange clothes he started com- Wait, wait…did you just say…red eyes? - asked Rubin interrupting him. The man just stood there and started rethinking…then all of a sudden started shivering. -Hey…you alright there? But the man didn’t answer Rubin’s question, but pointed deep in the forest, where the trees were so thickly shoved right to each other, that it was almost impossible for you to walk in, without an excavator. Right between some trees, there was a silhouette of a man, looking like he was wearing some really old clothes. He was holding a large axe and…that wasn’t the strangest thing. His eyes…well, his eyes were glowing bright red. Nobody knew, what was going on, and who the man was. Jack aimed at him with his shotgun, but at that second…the vanished. After that strange night rumors started to spread about the “Red Eyed Man”, living in Jack Riverton’s private forest, to which Jack refuse to listen, as he was not exactly sure what he saw that night…although he knew he saw him, but deciding to not tell what happened was the better idea of them all. As the years went on, Jack was always looking behind his back…just for safety, nothing more. He would send out some people who worked in the ranch to check if there is someone in the forest, but every time they returned, there was just no clues of anything of anyone. Jack decided to call it quits on that stupid rumor, so he told the people that there is nothing to be worried about…and everything went back to normal. Many Years Later… Jack Jr. was already 10 years old, and had already gotten in the spirit of running a ranch of his own. His grandpa deeply loved the fact that his grandson was interested in that, because his son wasn’t really that much. Jackie, really liked walking in the forest with his own dog named Keeper which was a really large dog, being a wolf- farm breed, which was pretty rare. It was loyal completely to the boy, so the boy loved him even more. One day, as he was going to the forest with Keeper, in the entrance of it, there was an old man sitting on the ground and just…looking at the wild. -Hey there gramps, whatchu’ doing here? – asked Jackie while his thumbs were in the pockets of his jeans. The old man giggled and pointed at the forest. -Ya’ see…I was once attacked there…but ever since then, I haven’t been able to see the guy who did it. I’m waiting here to see him, but for some years now…nobody showed up, so I figured if I go in the deep parts of the forest I could see him, but I was too scared of being attacked again, so I decided to stay here instead and look at the wonderful wilderness. -What do you mean by attacked? -My boy! Don’t you know the Legend of the Red Eyed Man? – said the old man with shock in his eyes. -Sorry…but no, I haven’t…-can you tell me it? -Well, if you really want to know then…I guess I could spare some seconds. Many years ago as I was collecting woods for my house I got attacked by a large type of man wielding a huge axe in hands. His clothes were ripped and almost torn apart. His eyes were scary red. I escaped, but later called help. Once we came back…we saw him again, but this time really deeply in the woods, before he disappeared forever. But still, beware of the man. Don’t go by yourself and don’t go in there by the night! The old man explained what happened all those years ago, and Jackie was so interested with the story, that he wanted to go inside it so badly. But the old man warned him. “If you see the Red Eyed Man, run…run like you’ve never ran before, because if you don’t…he is gonna get to you!” They boy promised it, and walked in the forest. He and Keeper went into the deeper parts of the forest, but there was nothing to be found anywhere. Looking around Jack didn’t find anything that much of interest, so he decided to go back in the ranch and tell his grandpa about it. Once he turned around though, he heard a noise, coming from behind him, which to him sounded like a tree falling down. He looked around only to see a huge axe being swung in the air by a man…wearing something like an animal skin. Not sure what to think of it, he stood there for a second. The man stood still too, and started at the boy, who was staring at him. Jackie noticed the man’s face…which was pitch black, except the part where his eyes were. A pair of piercing bright red eyes were looking directly into his. He remembered the old man’s words and started running as fast as ever. He didn’t even look back. The Night came, and the family were having dinner, when the boy started telling his father and grandfather about his adventure this morning. Both of them looked really surprised and scared at the same time. No one had ever spoken of this Red Eyed man for a decade now, and suddenly now he appeared out of nowhere. They both looked really concerned, but really…he could have imagined all those things…he’s just a kid. When Jack Jr. was going to bed his grandfather came in his room and wished him a good night sleep, before and told him that the Red Eyed man is just a myth, and that he should forget him, before leaving the room. Little Jack had a really strange dream where he was looking at his parents…while they were sleeping. It was so realistic…he touched them and could feel their flesh. His sight was kind of messed up. It was like he had starred into a red light and was looking around. Everything was red. He woke up, all in sweat. His heart was beating fast. He lay down on the bed once again, and finally noticed the shadow of a man beside his bed. It was the man from before…but…he was just looking at him. He was holding a big axe in hands…It was really strange for Jack, but he wasn’t really scared or anything. He was more or so interested in knowing who was the man. His Red eyes were shining over the entire room and could be taken as headlights of a car. The Man placed his pointing finger in the lips and made the “Shhh” sound. The Boy nodded and calmly closed his eyes. In the morning when Jack woke up, there was completely nobody up. When he went to see why everybody was sleeping, he horrified found his parents and grandparents slaughtered in their sleep. There was blood everywhere. All of the people working there were murdered too. The animals, people…even Keeper, who’s head was placed on the stump on which they usually chopped wood on. Everybody except him was dead. He didn’t know what to do, he was sad and lonely…his family was dead. And all because of the “Legend of the Red Eyed Man”. Thursday Nightmares-[Obsessive Love] Living with the love of his life was the bet case scenario for Nick. He spends most of his days thinking about what he will do from here? He was stuck with a job he hated, and wanted to quit, but that would leave him with many taxes to handle, though without a job that would be impossible. Everyone knew him as the shy and peaceful guy at work. And so he was. Never messing with anyone and doing what he is supposed to do. Nick was a normal and boring human being. Danika, an employee at the company Nick works at, has a secret crush on him. She, like Nick, wasn’t the type of person to make a name out of herself. Always following the rules, not making a single mistake. Danika would often try to spy on Nick and see if he has found himself a girlfriend or not. Every time when she saw him alone, thinking quietly at his desk, she would have the instant thought of going to him and ask him something, but the shyness in her would betray her. At one company party organized by the bigger business man, Nick was sitting on a chair right near the main huge table. The other folks were having fun, while Nick, Nick was just sitting there, quietly observing everything, without making any noise. Danika of course, saw the opportunity to go and talk with him…but her mind was still telling her no. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t look good?” All that doubt in herself was forcing her to back down on that idea, although something…something tiny, in her head. It told her to go and ask him. She wanted to know him better. She knew that he was lonely there sitting at a table for one. She knew that going there to him would change her life forever, but was she that brave enough to go do it? Making huge steps towards him Danika forced herself to smile, even though she wanted to cry out of embarrassment. -Hello there, mind If I join you? - asked Danika nervously while looking at the perfect looking costume Nick was wearing. Nick, like any man, accepted the offer and quickly stood up and searched for a stool for her, and managed to take one out of the table right next to his. He gently moved the chair so that she could sit comfortably and then he himself sat down. -Do you want something to drink? – asked Nick looking at the perfect figure of Danika. She said that she doesn’t drink and that alcohol doesn’t affect her well. -I see…well, to be honest, I don’t really drink myself…but you see, I feel so…- Nick stopped mid-sentence and looked in the glass of red wine, like he was waiting for an answer. -You are miserable? - continued Danika, looking at him with sympathy. Nick forced a quick smile and placed the glass of wine far from his hands. The eyes of Danika weren’t getting out of his, which made his heart race for a second. He hadn’t seen her in the company…maybe because she was hiding, or never there. But looking at her, he understood immediately that he liked her. Danika herself was having a moment in which she could barely breath. She asked him something and he quickly nod. They went somewhere…somewhere different. Somewhere where there isn’t eyes always looking, where there aren’t quiet voices whispering behind your back, somewhere they could enjoy themselves to their hearts content. Nick was drinking a soda while lying on his new sofa, watching some movie on his new TV, which was in his new house, conveniently for both of the newlyweds. Out of nowhere Danika furiously came in the room while shouting her lungs out. -WHO THE HELL IS BECKY? WHO IS SHE? QUICKLY SAY WHO THE HELL IS SHE! - yelled Danika while looking at the stunned Nick. -Hey honey, chill out, that’s my sister, don’t get so mad – replied Nick still shocked. -Bullshit, I know that she is your lover, I saw how she was looking at you today. Who the hell is she! – again yelled Danika, while furiously breathing out of her nostrils. -I told you already she is my sister, not my lover. I even told you that when we were going shopping. I was meeting with her, since she was in town, mom even invited us for dinner – said Nick while getting frustrated. Although what he said wasn’t enough to get Danika to believe him. -I’m asking you again one more time, who is she, and why is she here! – yelled Danika, pulling a small kitchen knife out of her back. When Nick saw the knife he panicked for a second, but still tried to tell his wife the truth. -It’s Becky…my little sister…please put the knife down sweetie- nervously asked Nick, while glaring at it. Danika didn’t budge and kicked Nick in the forearm. Her eyes had a single small red flame in them, which couldn’t be stopped so easily. He fell on the sofa; in which he was sitting. She got on top of him and started pointing the knife at him. -I don’t believe you Nick, tell me the truth and everything will be okay- maniacally said Danika while looking at his eyes. Nick saw the insanity in them and forced himself to push her, and so he did. She flew to the other side of the sofa, and he quickly managed to get on top of her. Although her arm moved in the exact second he landed on her, and he stabbed himself with the knife. They didn’t even have to fight…his stomach was torn apart, by the panic movements of Danika, which was screaming from regret and pain. -Nick! Nick! Please baby, open your eyes, I didn’t mean to do anything, I wanted to know who that bitch was! – cried Danika while still holding the knife. She felt something hot on her fingers and saw that his blood was pouring out of his wound. -Nick...don’t, don’t you dare die! Nick. Although he was already passed out. His blood was soon to pour out…and he would die out of blood loss. Danika knew that. She didn’t call the ambulance or police or anything. She sat down and watched as the red hot substance pour out of him as his life was slowly going somewhere else. Her tears were falling on the red cheeks as her breathing normalized from all the yelling. After some time, she got up and without thinking too much she went to the balcony and opened the window. They were living in a newly built 10 story building, and they were on the 10th floor. She entered the balcony and saw the beautiful sight of the city. Everything was shining with lights and everything looked happy. She wasn’t. Danika wasn’t happy. Her only love was now dead, all because he didn’t tell her what she wanted to know. She placed her foot on the railing of the balcony, which is supposed to be used as an object on which you can relax on and watch the city. She climbed it and without any hesitation jumped. Danika flew in the air and died out of the instant shock and adrenalin. When she hit the floor with a blunt sound her body splashed into small pieces, along with her obsessive love, over a man…with nothing but pain. Thursday Nightmares- [Cemetery Omens] Annie was dead. Her small figure looked rather ridiculous in the huge casket. Her pure white skin was the only thing not in black on her. The dress on her was black with a black rose pinned on the neckline, while the gloves were made of a really fluffy material. It was like she was going to a funeral…although it was the opposite, she was getting buried, while other people were gathered in a small group around the grave and were either crying or telling prayers. Ron, her husband, was on the nerve of getting insane, but was it really that important for him? Some of the people often looked back at him, since he was standing 3 feet from the grave and was staring in the gravestone which was well made from a professional sculptor. Each of the letters of her name were covered in small shiny like stones and the stone itself had small wings on the two sides. Everything was very well managed by him, because not only he wanted to tell farewell to his wife properly, but he wanted everything to be beautiful like her, although, there was something wrong. A woman with a really nice plain black dress approached him. She had a really curvy hat on her, with a small veil attached on it so her face isn’t that exposed. Ron looked at her, and saw that her face was as much as tormented as his. He quickly got himself a handkerchief and loudly blow his nose. -Are you okay dear? - asked the woman, now right in front him. He didn’t bother to look her directly in the eyes and replied: -Yeah, I’m good, just a bit sick, that’s all- said Ron while now staring in the ground. He felt how her hand grabbed his shoulder. -Hey now, don’t get emotional, you out of all here need to be strong, for Annie’s sake- said the woman. He only nod and placed his hand on top of hers. -Alright dear, I’m going to see your father and tell him the bad news. -Okay mom, goodbye- said Ron, while looking how the undertaker was throwing big chunks of soil on the casket, placed 6 feet under. The woman then left him alone, while the other guest also left. Ron stared into the sky and everything else, only to avoid looking at the grave, which was almost ready. He sat down a bench near the grave and started rethinking what had happened. Annie had some sort of incurable disease, which was inside of her organism almost all her life. She began to vomit blood soon after she turned 23, and started getting thinner with each day that passed. Ron found her lifeless on their bed, with the sheets all covered in blood. Her lungs were torn into small bits of chunks, which she vomited and a bit after that died. They tried many things to help her, getting her to all kinds of doctors, and giving her all kinds of medicine, but she would not cure. The undertaker finished burying her and asked Ron for his payment, but he was too much inside his thoughts, so he did not hear him. -Hey! mister Golfrunk, may I get my money? – asked the undertaker raising his voice a little. Ron quickly snapped out of his mind and quickly got up as he saw the undertaker, who was finished and now was leaning on the large shovel. -Oh, im sorry, I got carried away, I’m gonna get the money right now- said Ron as he headed back to his car to get his wallet. When he returned he handed the undertaker 50$ and gave him a small plastic bag filled with fruits and sweets. The old looking man nodded and took both the money and bag. His black leather hat slowly flapped from the wind. Then he turned around, and started walking to somewhere as his coat was flapping around like his hat. Ron looked at the direction the taker headed to and realized that he has to head back. He kissed the gravestone and left the cemetery. …. Ron was experiencing some hardships while trying to sleep. Once his entire body was hot, then he was freezing and later he just wasn’t comfortable. Waking up he instantly looked at the right side of the bed, where Annie used to lay, but he got really upset seeing it empty. Then he got up and poured himself some water from the jug near the kitchen table. Drinking it he felt better, and decided to give it another try, so again, he laid on the bed, covered himself with the blankets and fell asleep instantly. In his dreams everything was foggy. Everything looked so peacefully and cheerful. There was just nothing that could bother the man, but then he heard an indescribable scream coming from somewhere afar. It sounded like someone was getting out of air while screaming. Ron got afraid but his curiosity got the better of him and he headed towards the direction of the screaming. While running he suddenly stepped inside the cemetery. The large fence was showing him the entrance to it. He entered and right in front of him Annie, with the same dress as she was buried appeared out of nowhere. Ron also screamed out of shock, but his was more muted than the ones he was hearing. -Dear Ron, help me. I can’t take it anymore; I feel so violated. I can’t pass on where there’s such things happening- said Annie, while crying. -What?! What are you saying? What is happening there, I don’t understand? – still shocked asked Ron. -You don’t need to know, just come and see me there, I need you to come, please come! PLEASE COME AND SEE ME, COME AND SEE ME, PLEASE! Ron woke up all in sweat with the words of Annie still resounding in his head. The clock showed 7:35 in the morning. He got up and headed there without thinking much. …. When he entered from the fence, with a huge iron sign which wrote: Cemetery, he saw the owner of the cemetery and quickly got towards him. -Excuse me, Im Ron Golfrunk, my wife was buried here 2 weeks ago, I came to see her, the grave is here right? – asked Ron looking at him nervous. -O-of course it’s here mister Golfrunk, did you expect it to run somewhere? – said the owner with a mocking note. – You need to trust her grave more- now smiled the man. Ron could only look away and pinch himself without the other man looking, for the stupid question he asked. Without saying anything else, he went there, and saw the grave which was now shrunken to a normal size. He looked around, but everything was alright. Annie’s grave wasn’t disturbed. Neither was the gravestone. He had some candles in him so he lighted them and placed them in the small white house, in which they are supposed to go. He didn’t know why, but he felt better. Seeing the small flame of the candles reminded him of the saying, that when a candle is lit and placed on the grave, the ghost of the dead will stay with you until the candle burns out. Ron stayed there for some time and left the cemetery. The following night Ron had the same dream with the cemetery and Annie. She again asked him to go there and pleaded until he woke up. He didn’t know if it was alright to go, but why not? The next day he went there, although this time the weather was rather unpleasant. It was cloudy with a dew. When he got there he felt the wind which was almost chilling. The undertaker was standing right near the fence and greeted him with a grin. -Welcome, you off to see your wife? – asked the taker. -Um, yea that’s why im here- replied Ron with a seeable awkwardness. -Aren’t you visiting too often? – again asked the undertaker. -Well…I feel better coming- said Ron, and started walking towards the grave. It wasn’t really that far, but it took him some time. The grave itself was no different from last time, and everything seemed normal. He saw a bottle of water placed near the gravestone, so he took it and spilled some on the soil. It was a tradition, so it would be better if he does it. The last candle had melted already, so he searched for a new one, but he had none left. -I should get some…- said Ron to himself and returned back to the entrance where the owner had a small shop. There was all kind of icons of the saints. Medallions with crosses and crucifixes attached to nails, also for sale. There were some candles placed on the shopping table so Ron took some and looked for the owner to pay him. There was no sign of him. Ron decided to place some coins on the table and head to the grave again. While walking he heard some noises coming from the house near the shop. The owner and undertaker lived inside it, so he thought that maybe there was something going on. But the noise was kind of strange. Like…someone was doing something not really fit for a cemetery. Ron stopped near a window with no curtains and took a peak. What he saw made his blood turn over. The owner was having love with a body…but the body was pale and lifeless. He was having intercourse with a dead body. It looked awfully alike to Annie. -No, no, no, no…-whispered Ron while getting filled with rage. His anger made him lose his mind. Ron ran to the front door of the house entered and looked around. He saw the door of the room the owner was and went inside. The owner was still moving, which Ron found so disgusting that he almost puked out of anger. There were some clothes left on the floor, probably his, and a large crucifix near them, probably a thing for the shop, as it was still packed. Ron took it and without any thoughts in the head he pointed the pointy end of the crucifix at him and stabbed his back. -AHHHGHGHGHGHGHGH! - screamed the owner. –What the FUCK! AGHHHHH! IT HURTS! -You! filthy bastard! How dare you disturb the dead like that! You disgusting son of a bitch! Ron then started punching the man, without looking where he aimed. The owner was pleading for mercy and was getting beaten up by Ron, who wasn’t even hearing his screams. Annie was the only thing on his mind. -Please! Please, I don’t do this, please! It’s…a hobby! – screamingly said the owner, but with no result. -A hobby- finally heard Ron, - a Hobby! YOU PERVERTED MANIAC! With a massive force Ron punched him right in the nose and the man lost balance, falling on his back, with the crucifix still stuck inside him. The pointy end reached the front of his body and pierced through bones and ribs. The blood started getting out of both ends. His eyes were so widely opened that a little more and they would pop out. He was dead, while Ron was breathing heavily. He then looked at the body and with pleasure saw that it wasn’t Annie. -Thank GOD...-whispered to himself. Ron then left the house and headed to the grave of his wife, although he thought of getting a shovel from the cabinet of the undertaker, who was nowhere to be found. Ron took a shovel and continued walking ahead. He was planning of digging out the grave. When he reached the grave he immediately started digging out the soil, so that he can prove to himself that Annie is there. It took him some time, but he did not give up. The weather wasn’t helping him either. Large rainy drops started falling down on the ground, which kind of made it worse. The soil turned to dirt pretty fast but Ron finally reached something hard, which was probably the casket. He cleaned as much as he could and opened it with a little bit force. There was no one there. Annie wasn’t there. The dirt fell inside the casket, while the rain was hitting Ron with its full force. He stood there and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. -You know, I’m gonna fuck the hell out your bitch, when I’m done with you- said someone behind Ron. He quickly turned around only to see the undertaker. His figure was so dark, that he could barely see. -W-what did you say? – said Ron confused. Although the taker didn’t answer. He swung the shovel and landed in right on Ron’s head. Ron fell on the casket, which was his exact size. -That guy you killed back there was my brother you know. I can’t leave you knowing what you did to him! - said the undertaker. – So, if you are ready I will start with the process. The undertaker started shoving soil, at Ron who was unconscious laying on the casket. Dirt filled his mouth as it fell down on his body. Slowly and slowly he regained consciousness, but it was already too late. The soil was already placed, and the heavy mass was unmovable. Ron’s breath was getting lesser and lesser. He was going to die buried alive. It was going to be something he could not believe. The air in his lungs was completely gone. He closed his eyes, knowing that when he opens them again, he is going to see his wife living again. All the bad omens which happened in the cemetery were going to keep on happening, but his soul was going to be clean, as he at least tried to stop it, although failing, and losing his life. Thursday Nightmare-[Fading] As the man was walking in the dark cloudy night, his only sign of hope was the shining moon, which, with its light was guiding the man. He wasn’t sure what happened to him. He didn’t know who he was, but the thing he knew was to never look back. Looking back is something unforgivable for the man. If he does it... it will be really hard to explain, to explain what he did. His mind was complicated. His thoughts were messed up from the very start. From all these things which were happening to him, the man was still smiling after so much time walking. He wasn’t feeling the cold wind passing down on his barely covered body. The cold wind was quickly turning into a small cold tickle, which he didn’t feel either. As he was walking, he saw something which for the first time for this night made his hearth pound faster. There was light, a bright light, like something like a street lamp or something. It was clearly shining in the night, and not seeing it was impossible. He sped up, walking faster with his bare feet. He knew that there might be safety there, or he just wanted to escape the night and hide in the rays of the lamp, who knows? Maybe it was his mind speaking to him, when he started rushing even more, not bothering to dodge the small stones on the ground. When he was close to the spot, he saw some boys laughing and chatting at a bus stop right next to the lamp. That was enough for him to go and speak to them. Rushing a bit, he finally stopped mere meters to the light, projecting from the lamp. When the boys at the stop heard that something was running towards them, they completely calmed down and stopped talking, only focusing their sight on the person. When the man made a couple of steps towards the light, some of the boys made a face which showed confusion, concern and fear. But was there a thing they could fear about the man? No. The man was perfectly fine, although he didn’t remember who he was, or what was he doing here, or where he was. One of the gathered boys stood up and started talking to the man. -Hey dude, are you okay, you look a bit... well you look a bit beaten down- said the boy on edge. The man didn’t reply, but understood what the boy asked. He wanted to say something, but...his voice wasn’t letting him do it, like if something was stopping him from talking, his voice had disappeared. The boy asked him again if he was alright, which made his struggle to say something even more. -He...lp... m... e.- only could say the man, but the faces of the boys quickly turned upside down. He heard what he said, but he wasn’t sure he understood it. It was something like a mixture of a growl and a scream, put together like a broken gramophone. He was surprised to hear it too, because he didn’t want to sound like that. The boys were completely covered in fear from the man, who had no clue why they were afraid of him. From behind him a bus was about to pull over and let the boys in, when the driver saw the man. He let out a small scream and quickly pushed the button for the doors to close, when the boys busted into the bus, when they closed. -Go, go, go, let’s go! Was the only thing the man ever heard again from them, as the bus gathered speed and disappeared in the night. The man was now the only one at the bus stop, standing close to the light. He felt the need to walk to the light, when he saw it. His refection from the glass walls on the stop. He was a monster. His eyes were red, and his body was so messed up, that it looked like a tied rope. His teeth looked like crocodile ones, and his face was covered in bloody scars. The scream from fear that he let out sounded distorted and rather...like a growl from an animal. He was afraid. What was he? Who was he? Where was he? Why did he look that way? He could not decipher that, nor the other ones. He stared into the reflection for a long time. He didn’t pay any attention to the bright light that was getting bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter. He didn’t feel anything while his body was floating in the air towards something that looked out of this world. He was trapped into his reflection in the mirror, and didn’t feel the fact that he was Fading Away. Thursday Nightmares-[The Place where Death Hides\ Part 1/ The engine of the car was roaring every time the car was accelerated. With the speed it was driving at, a person couldn’t see anything. The man behind the wheel had that exact thought when he drove by a tree which was really close to the road. When he turned left, some bottles on the bottom of the seat started hitting each other. He was drunk. So very drunk. The man wanted to escape this nightmare of a world, so ending his life was the best thing he could think of doing. His speedometer was showing 180 km when he passed another planted to the road tree. The night breeze was messing up his hair, while refreshing his senses. Did he really want to do it? Does he really intend to end his own life? Does he even have the courage to do it…no. He didn’t have what it took to kill himself, or rather commit suicide. The car stopped and the engine died. The man was breathing really hardly so he opened the door and started taking huge sips of air. Right now, his mind was set on the thought to return back. “Just a little bit of a rest” started saying the man to himself. He opened the glove compartment and took the only remaining bottle of water and started taking small sips, to regain more of his sanity. When done, the man laid down on the driver’s seat and started looking at the sky. It was so dark, and beautiful. All the starts were visible and shiny in the massive welkin. The moon was clear as ever, making some light for the creatures in the woods. The man then looked at his right to see the forest which was so thick and bushy, that it sorts of reminded him of a painting, but it wasn’t. Everything there was real. He then turned to his right to see something which he didn’t see while driving earlier. It was a big mansion, or so the man thought it was. It was really old looking and seeing the many things that were really off, he decided to not go and ask for help. His eyes were moving around the windows, who one by one were broken. The tiles made for the roof were black and damaged, while the bricks on the walls, which were originally covered in white paint, were showing. The front door was busted open, welcoming everyone looking for shelter. Then he saw it. A single light was moving in the darkness on the first floor. He could clearly see the light of the candle which was the only light there except the moon which was shining on the mansion itself. That was odd, really odd. Kind of spooky actually. That was the point in which the man was thinking of doing something risky. Entering the mansion…wasn’t really considered a good idea. Everything in his head was screaming don’t go in there, but…the curiosity was overpowering all his defensive senses. The man got up from the seat and left the car. Later on he searched the trunk for a flashlight and found one. Then he grabbed a knife from the glove department and placed it in his pocket. That was all he had in the car, so there was nothing more to do, than go and see what’s out there. He got closer to the front metal gate, which was locked with a massive chain. Everything looked really rusty, god knows when another man visited this place. He got the idea to get a rock and slam it a couple of times to see it the chain will break, and with some force of his own, it really did brake, opening the gates. Without anything stopping him anymore the man entered the front lawn and started looking around. All the flowers that used to be there were now dead. The soil he was stepping on was wet from the rain that covered the city. The logs that were laying on the ground lifeless, that used to be trees in the past, were making a sound that sounded like a growl from a creature. That wasn’t enough to frighten the man, who was looking to find something interesting in the mansion. Maybe there was a safe in which were stored money. Money enough to make his life the way it used to be. His parents would see him in a different light if they saw that he had money to feed his family. His wife would come back to him, and his kids would start talking to him again. Or maybe there was something like a murder that happened here, and he was going to investigate it, and then get rewarded with a big prize, and then go to a place he never visited before. All of those things were running in his mind when he was walking up the three stairs leading to the front open doors. Complete darkness was the thing he was seeing inside the big house. Switching on the flashlight he entered the 1st floor. First thing he saw there was a wreck in the right side. In the middle of the floor were placed some sofas and chairs which were made into something like a circle. When he approached them, he stepped into a massive layer of dust and mold. He touched the sofa and the chairs and confirmed that they were too fragile to even stand. The man noticed something that looked like a carpet. The carpet too was covered in dust so with a move with his foot he made a line, which moved the dust in a way. The lined revealed a word. LAWBRING. He had no idea what that was, but wasn’t gonna wait all day to find out. As he was turning to his left he heard a noise coming from above him. There was no time to waste. There was something hidden here. With the help of the flashlight he located the staircase leading to the next floors. He started climbing them carefully because he didn’t want to break them while stepping, and because they were making this annoying screeching noise, that could wake the dead up. Once on the second floor he had a better view. The windows were opened and from there the light from the moon was entering the mansion. In the left wing, there was nothing but pitch black darkness, but in the right wing, right at the end of the corridor, a small light was coming from beneath the door. Curiosity was the thing that guided him to the door. He didn’t bother looking around anymore. The man didn’t notice the blood on the walls, or the scratch marks on the doors. The wallpapers which were covered in mold and web. He didn’t notice the corpse covered in dust. But he did notice the smell emitting from the floor. It was a smell of death. The smell of carrion and blood was everywhere, but his nose didn’t bother to give signals to the brain about something which wasn’t right. His mind was focused on the idea of finding everything which was made of silver, gold or bronze or whatever, just to sell it. His eyes were already adjusted to the darkness and now he was steps away from the door. His hands were shaking, but his left arm extended and grabbed the handle. With a shaking wrist he twisted the handle and opened the door. From the first time he didn’t see nothing but darkness. When he made a step forwards he saw a figure sitting on the floor, with a candle placed next to it. He wasn’t sure if it was alive or dead, but he wasn’t gonna check. Although his thoughts were racing faster that everything so without thinking he said something which made the figure flinch. -Are you alive? - asked the man with a cracked voice. No answer. He noticed the small movement that the figure did, so to him that was something like a sign to start talking again. -What is this place? Why are you here? Is there something valuable here? – asked the man a bit calmer this time. Again no answer. The figure continued doing something which wasn’t visible for the man. It looked like it was covered in really old clothes. Its hair was flattened and matted. When the man made another step forwards in the room, he noticed the smell of rotting meat, carrion and…blood. He started looking around and saw a pile of clothes gathered in a corner. Although the smell got even powerful when he looked at that corner, so he pointed the flashlight there. The spot pile he thought were clothes, were actually bodies, or skeletons of people. Rotten hearts and intestines and all kind of disgusting stuff. The smell was horrible, which contributed to the dread and fear he felt while looking at them. When he turned around he saw that the figure was now standing towards him. The person had a mask with a fox on it. The skin was white and covered in blood. He didn’t see the person’s eyes, but by the looks of it, it was a woman. A really old one. She was holding something that looked pretty close to a human’s heart in her hand. Her head leaned to the left, and then she made something that sounded like a noise, but it was a word. The man felt afraid, threatened and discouraged. Everything in his head was screaming get the hell out of there. Everything in his mind was asking him to move. But then, something closed the door and another person entered. He wasn’t going to look around and see for himself. He wasn’t gonna do anything to stop them from killing him. He was too damn afraid to open his eyes. It was better for the man to keep them closed so that they don’t take them from their sockets. Some steps came towards him, and the lump stuck in his throat got even bigger. His mind wasn’t even working anymore out of fear. His heart was pounding faster and faster the more he was hearing. But something in his guts were telling him that he wasn’t going to leave tonight alive…from the place where Death Hides. Thursday Nightmare-[The Place where Death Hides\ Part 2 Thursday Nightmare Volume Final The night was still young when the two detectives arrived at the station. Both of them were hiding under hats because of the rain. The station wasn’t really lively this evening. There wasn’t the usual chaos with all the policeman and detectives. Nobody talked trash about nobody, and that was a rather nice thing, considering the bad headache of the taller detective. When they reached their desk the taller one found a new file with information about a missing man. “Jon Star- 29-year-old. Married with kids. No records about a yellow card. Drug free. Has problems with alcohol. It is reported that the man is missing for over a week. Some people say that they saw his car, which was perfectly described by his close ones, sitting near a metal gate, leading to a large-like mansion.” It looked like that was all the info about the man. Right in front of the paper there was a picture attached. He took a closer look and then passed it on his colleague. The one who finished reading took of his hat and his coat and started making himself tea. When the other one finished he did the same, and took the already made, hot cup of tea. There was a silence at first before a woman, who was the secretary, entered the room the office was. -Hi boys- said a red haired woman with police like clothes-, again going on a full night? -There is another case we have to take before we can take our vacation- said The taller one. She smiled so-so and placed a plate with sandwiches. Both of them greedily started munching on them. When they finished they finally felt a little better. -When are we gonna head to the place? – asked Neal, who was the taller one, with black hair almost reaching his shoulders. -I don’t know; maybe we can go after some time so we can finish quickly- said Travis, who was the slightly shorter one with a bald shining head. -Yea I guess you are right- yawned Neal. -Let’s see where the place is located – said Travis and started looking at a map close to the wall. -The testimonies say that some people saw the car near a forest at the end of Norwich. Doesn’t it seem strange? -it does…and our job is to find out what happened- agreed Neal. -Then we should be going now, we don’t want to get schooled by the chief. -No, no we don’t- said Neal and took his coat, which had dried, and put it on. The other man did the same, and now when both of them were ready, they checked the car and after making everything there is to tidy it up, they speeded away in the night. An hour and a half later, they arrived at said spot. Both of them felt this chilly breeze coming from the forest. Those strictly trees that were thick and large made the scene even chillier. They grabbed the map and traced themselves. They weren’t even on it anymore. It was like the place here was just…an illusion. Both of them left the vehicle and saw the described car from the testimonies of the people. Jon’s car. It was completely empty, except for some bottles of whiskey and an almost empty bottle of water. The car was clear. Looking around Travis started looking at the gate, which had rust all over itself. -There are clues here- said the man and crouched on the ground. Neal approached him and saw that he was pointing at the broken chain parts, along with an edgy rock. -Do you think he went inside the house? – asked Neal and looked at the mansion for the first time after they arrived. It looked so familiar to him. The walls around the windows were now exposing the red bricks, which were now green, made to build them. The white paint, which was now grey had started to fall. All the windows were broken. The roof had two spots where it seemed like it had tumbled-down. The spots where it was still standing had many broken tiles, which were black. The man couldn’t figure out where he has seen this place, but it reminded him of a school-like building. -Yea…I think he went inside- said Travis who snapped Neal out of his thoughts. The other man quickly got back on his feet and did not understand the question. -What? -Yea, if you look closely, you can clearly see the footsteps leading to the front door, which is opened. Neal then figured it out and managed to look like he saw it too. -Oh yea…should we go inside? Both of them looked at the front open doors for a while then nodded to themselves. Grabbing their flashlights from the inside of the coats they started walking in a normal pace. Neal was still feeling nostalgic looking around the front lawn. The logs that used to be trees were laying on the ground. The soil they were stepping in, probably used to be a spot where flowers were seeded. Everything looked familiar. Travis on the other hand was walking like he was expecting to see someone from behind the trees surrounding the mansion. He was looking at all directions. When he saw Neal’s face who was somehow interested, he made himself make a face he understood like calm, but it was a mixture between worried and frighten. They reached the three small steps, quickly climbed them and were now right in front of the doors, which were widely opened. That seemed rather creepy-thought Neal to himself, but didn’t say anything. They turned on the flashlight and stepped inside without any more words. It was dark in the first room, which by Travis’s measures was large enough to fill the whole police station. There was a circle like section which was in the middle of the first floor. Right to the sofas there was a wreck. Maybe it was something like a shop. Neal took some steps inside the house and shocked looked at the floor, which was covered in dust. That was the first time he ever saw a place so dirty and old, that it had so much layers of dust. Travis did the same, and opposite to Neal he looked really not interested in that. Both of them calmly examined the place by pointing the flashlight to every corner there was. A strange smell was emitting from the house. It was like there was something here, which wasn’t right. There wasn’t anything right with the place. The tension was getting higher and higher with every step inside they were making. Neal had that strange feeling, when you know that someone is watching you from somewhere. After a while, they got closer to the circular section and saw the staircase leading to the upper floors. They weren’t exactly pleased to see the footsteps which were kind of fresh, because the dust had started getting on top of it again. That was a clue, that someone was here, or maybe Jon was here? But either if he wasn’t, the curiosity mixed with deep fear was the leading thing which strived both of them to calmly without any unnecessary noise climb up the stairs, which every time someone stepped on made a screeching sound, which wasn’t really good for the detectives. They reached the second floor and saw that the footsteps leading to the right in the corridor they were in now. The second floor seemed a bit smaller than the first, but it was still very large. Neal again got that feel of nostalgia. Though that was short lived because the smell that filled his nostrils made him gag. Travis almost threw up but he made himself not. It was the smell of carrion. There was something dead here. But…the question wasn’t where it was…it was of what the smell was. Both of them looked really shocked to find out it, but Neal wanted to find the man, regardless that there was something dead. -I think it would be a good idea to call someone for back up- said Travis and looked at Neal, which again had his mind set back to earth, thought understood the idea perfectly. -Yea, do it. And tell them to hurry up…I have a bad feeling. Travis pulled out his phone and dilled the number. He quietly explained the situation and again placed the phone in his pocket. Neal nod and took a few steps ahead. His fear was gone and excitement was one inside his sense. He wanted to see what was behind the last door in the right wing. The moonlight was guiding him along with the light of his flash. Travis quickly followed him and looked around while passing each door to their right. This really was something that looked like a school. Or maybe an orphanage. He remembered seeing something on the first floor, right to the sofas. It was a carpet covered in dust, with a spot where it looked like someone had removed a layer to reveal a name which he didn’t understand. LAWBRING. That was the leading thought about this being a school. Maybe it was like a special school for people wanting to become lawyers. Neal didn’t think much of it, because he did see it, but his nostalgia again hit him and didn’t let him understand what was happening. Suddenly the man stopped and Travis nearly crashed in him. Right when he was about to say something, Neal quickly shushed him and pointed to a spot where the dust was too big. Both of them got afraid real fast. Neal moved some dust away and revealed the skull of someone. The smell of death got even thicker and Travis nearly screamed. That was the prove that there really was someone dead here. But now, the question was, is there more to it? They quickly started moving ahead and made it to the final door. It wasn’t locked, but it wasn’t fully closed either. The men stood there thinking who to go inside first, but then they heard something which made their bones shake. It was something like a voice coming from inside the room. It seemed so distorted that they didn’t understand a word. Although they heard something which seemed like: “Smell” and “Police”. Neal looked nervous so did Travis. They were breathing heavily, but quietly. If the noises from inside the room were right, then they knew the detectives were here. That was the thought of Neal right now, who was frighten beyond any time in his life. That was why he took out his gun from the carabineer and made his partner do the same. They were about to enter the room, and doing it fast was the best option. The light from the flashes already revealed them, so wasting more time wasn’t an option. Neal quickly kicked the door which opened widely and Travis pointed in it, right when a woman came running like a maniac, screaming. She pushed Travis who fell so far from the spot he was that he didn’t understood what happened. The fear that chained Neal was so strong that he felt the push of the woman, who started attacking him. He was afraid to even move. Right when the woman, who’s teeth were yellow and hair so greasy and matted that it looked like roots attacked him with what looked like a knife. Travis kicked her in the head and she fell inside the room again. Neal got up quickly and entered it. This time the smell of carrion and death mixed so disgustingly awful that Travis threw up on the floor, covered in dust. Neal was pointing the gun right at the woman, when his thoughts and senses came back to him. He saw the mask she was wearing. Something like a fox. It covered her face, but the mouth was visible. From the light emitting from the flashes the detective saw the red eyes that were shining from where the eyeholes of the mask were. -Who are you? – said Neal and stuttered in the last word. The woman, which was now crawling on the floor didn’t say anything than a growl. -I SAID WHO ARE YOU! – this time he screamed. Again she didn’t say anything. He looked around for a second and saw what he was looking for, but…not exactly looking like that. The woman saw where he was looking at and made something that looked like an evil grin. She crawled near the right corner of the room, and started caressing the cheek of Jon’s head. His head was stuck on something that looked like a stick and was made to stand from the ground. The blood which had dripped from it for a long time had made a small puddle under it. Travis was finally on his feet, but when he saw the pile of dead bodies, that Neal didn’t want to look at, he gasped. -What…what happened here? Who is responsible for this? Answer me or I swear to god I will shoo… When Neal took a step so he can see both the woman and Travis he saw that something was sticking out of his partner’s belly. It was shining. Blood was falling from the blade of the knife which was viciously stabbed in the back of Travis, who’s eyes were about to pop out of shock. -NOOOO! - Screamed Neal. Travis fell on his knees and then Neal saw the figure of another woman. She had a different mask. A sheep one. She was way thinner than the woman with the fox one. Travis was sweating badly and his skin was pale like a ghost. He aimed his gun above his head and shot once. It happened in an instant. The woman with the sheep looking mask fell on the floor with a hole in the eye socket of the mask. The bullet probably went through it because the back of the head was heavily bleeding. In any situation Neal was going to react with a: “Why did you do that!” or something similar, but now he was glad. Those psychopaths didn’t deserve to live after all the brutal things they have done to the people, that are piled up like a pyramid at the back. Travis was shaking badly because of the wound in his back, and the stress of killing a human. Neal was staring for so long that he completely forgot about the woman with the fox mask. Right on time he turned at the direction of the woman only to see how she launches herself towards Travis who was convulsing on the ground. Her hands were filled with a sharp knife who was going to kill his partner. This was the time to react as fast as possible. With a quicker extend than hers Neal aimed at her chest and pulled the trigger, shooting her in the heart. But something told him to shoot more, and he did. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven times. She was spot on dead. Neal heard the sirens from outside. He was happy to hear them in the situation he was in right now. His friend was nearly dead and he killed a person. He had to explain everything to the higher ups and the police men. But it was due to happen anyway. After some time in the police station Neal and Travis gave their testimonies and explained what happened in the house with full detail of everything that seemed odd. From the wrecked place, to the awful smell, to the bodies piled up like trophies, to the head on the spike. The family of Jon Star was so sad to hear what happened to him. The policemen didn’t even find the body, but after a god long investigation they found a cemetery right behind the house. Neal and Travis were shocked to find that there were more than a hundred graves there, with the names of people who were announced missing 20 or more years ago. That was just a chilling thought. So many years and…so many kids. It turned out that this was a university, like Travis figured. But…it had really dark stories which weren’t figured out. The bodies that were piled up in the second floor were so rotten that there wasn’t a way for them to reveal who was who, so they buried them in a cemetery in the town. As for the mansion. It was destroyed. That land isn’t inhabited anymore. But…who would want to even visit near that spot, knowing the terrors that had happened there. It was too bad that Jon had to die so that the police finds out about it. It was strange. Neal felt something familiar with it, but didn’t say anything to anyone. His wife Kory even felt the same thing while he was telling her the things. Like there was something…something more to everything. Something hidden, deep beyond the normality of a humans understanding. A mystery forever to be one. Although, everything was fine. Neal and Travis were promoted to leading detectives. Travis recovered from the attack really fast. Neal always thought that, that was the most complicated case, which to this day doesn’t even have a possible explanation, rather than this. A couple of psychopaths somehow gathered kids in the university and killed them. That was the best thing Neal thought of. He was happy with that end too, because everything was…well gone. Something in his mind smiled and everything fell from his chest. All the worries and thoughts were gone in a single moment. When he pulled the trigger and killed the crazy woman. It was like he was mend to happen. Mend to happen many-many years ago, but just now, it did. That made him happy. But, he didn’t know why. He was happy to know that there weren’t going to be any more murders in the destroyed house…where Death no longer hides. Thursday Nightmares Volume II The End. Thank you for reading!!! Black Ned Wing. Thursday Nightmares- [A Dream Inside a Dream] A Dream inside a Dream…. There were woods surrounding the big mansion we, my friends, class mates and family were going to stay for the weekend. The House, or should I say Castle was enormously big. But that was one of its charms. There were a lot of rooms for all the people, and I mean all of them, since there were a lot of people I knew, including me. I found myself standing beside my family and waiting at the main hall at floor #1. We were waiting patiently for someone to escort us to our rooms and such, but there wasn’t anyone there. Just us, standing there, waiting. Then, out of thin air, a man showed up. It must’ve been the manager. His face…was pale, very pale. The hair was black and shiny. The eyes were wide open, and his mouth was making a really huge grin. “Welcome to the Dreamful Mansion” He said, “Make yourselves at home”. Then just like he, a blonde young girl appeared out of thin air. She took my bag and made me to follow her to my room. There was something really interesting about the girl. She moved almost like a robot. But was it really ok if only one person takes care of the bags and luggage? When this girl finally stopped at a wooden door, taking out a key, she unlocked it and let me in. -Thank you. She didn’t say anything at all. But I saw her name was Jade, it was written on the name tag. -You Are Jade right? The girl just stood there and nodded her head. -Oh I’m sorry, are you able to speak? Her eyes were green and really pretty but, everything else was just fascinating. Though Jade didn’t say anything again, but slowly turned her head at one direction and really quietly whispered: -Sleep well tonight… Then turned and walked away. That was kind of creepy, but not that much. In that brief moment when I thought I was alone I heard footsteps behind me. Turning I saw the manager or the Mansion, just standing there by the door grinning. -Hello? -Why hello, young Ned… “How the hell did he knew my name?” I was wondering things, but was I able to ask him that? -Um, this room is quite nice… -Oh yea, it is, it used to be a room of a serial killer…But he later hanged himself…pity. ….. -Oh…is that so… God Job now I completely won’t be able to go to sleep tonight. And it was getting dark. -Did my family get in the rooms? -Yes, yes, your cousin is right next to yours, you may visit her, if you like. -I will surely do, thank you. As he was about to turn away, he then looked at me with a smile on the face, because his normal face was a smile, and told me something. -There are two rules here… 1st. You don’t get out of the bed after 1’o clock. He then continued to walk in the corridor. “What was the second rule?” I started wondering, but it was too late. Later on I went to visit my cousin which is 8 years older than me. When I walked in the room I saw a really close resemblance to my room, but it was different it its own way. -Hey Ned, what’s up? -Oh, nothing, just coming to see you, that’s all. -Ain’t this Mansion, just the best? I was starting to wonder if it’s just me that kind of feels something wrong in this Mansion, but then I brushed that though of my head and sat down the bed and had a nice laugh with her. After some time, we heard a knock on the door, but whoever it was it just said this, in a very creepy way, like there was something inside its mouth: -It’s time to go to beeeeeeed. We both looked at each other and made the exact same reaction. -What the Hell was that!? Then I remembered the first rule and I assumed I had to go, so I wished my cousin a goodnight sleep and went to my room, where everything seemed rather dark than before. After I went to sleep I saw something moving outside the window, but I didn’t pay much attention. I could feel that sensation of someone deeply watching you sleeping. It wasn’t that uncomfortable but it seemed really quiet…just too quiet. The following morning. When we woke up the next day, everything was just perfect. It was just like a story in the fairy tale books. The breakfast was delicious, then we had some time in the TV room, where we watched some movies. And then after some hours it was time for a pre-evening walk outside the Mansion. When most of the people were out I saw the manager waving to me. I went there to see what was so important. He welcomed me with his creepy smile and said the following thing: -The 2nd rule is that, if you don’t return in the Mansion until 20:00 o’clock, then something sinister will happen. I honestly didn’t know what to make of this, but soon after I kind of forgot about it and went to have fun with the others. Me and my family went inside a dog house and played with the dogs. But suddenly after some time the dogs started getting a bit shady. Like there wasn’t anything there, but there was. The dog I was petting bit me on the fingers, but it didn’t hurt that much. The thing that scared me was the look in his eyes…It was like he wasn’t really there, like it was transforming into a…creature that no one knew. Out of the blue we heard a really big bell ringing. -What’s that? Then I remembered…. -Oh Shit… The second rule…it was starting to take effect. I had to leave the dog house too see how one part of the Mansion was becoming old, rusty and damaged. Then the fields beside it turned into dirt. I saw a fell things coming out of the dirt… it was like a person…but just not human like…more like a demon. Then…I saw him… The manager was standing right in front of me, but he was standing right when the fields used to be, so there was some distance away from us, but I could still see…his transformation. It was like his face was starting to melt…that grin, it was turning upside down…it was showing some sort of an evil face… his eyes turned red…then his hair whitened. I don’t know what was happening… but we had to leave immediately. My dad, uncle and the others came out of the dog house…but they were different too…their eyes were white, and they seemed…possessed. -…I need to leave…Fuck this… I started running and just as I did, the army behind the manager started chasing after me. I was afraid, but I knew where to go. If I took the path in the forest it would lead me to the bridge we used to get here in the first place… so I had to run as fast as I could so that I survive…My family and friends…some of which who were still sane, took to a different path…but I was sure I would not see them again. The trees were a lot, so it was a bother for me to dodge them as I was sprinting down the road. Then I saw the little cabin that we passed on the way here. I remember seeing older people staying there, but now there were just skeletons. -Oh god…. WHERE THE HELL AM I? My first priority was to run as fast I could, because I knew they were chasing me… but I made the foolish mistake to turn around just too see Jade…at least the thing she was…now it was like I was seeing a spider…or something like a creature with four legs, just like a dog…walking as a spider chasing me, among the demons of creatures…That somehow boosted me and made me run even faster.” I HAVE TO GET TO THE BRIDGE” Then I saw it…the bridge…it was burning down… -OH…NO…. I had to think of something fast, as I was still running…Then I remember that there was water below the bridge…I just had to swim to the other side and I would be safe. I stopped right near the bridge and looked down to see if it as too deep, but it was almost perfect. I turned around and I saw how Jade made a really painful growl that made my ears deaf for a moment… -Now…or never. I jumped from the bridge and clashed into the water… I was safe…now I had to swim…waving with my hands I got to the surface of the water and saw how the demons were just looking down on me…I was… -WHAT THE… I felt something grabbing my leg…Looking down I see a skeleton pulling me towards the bottom. -NOOOO! I started to move every part in my body so that I could do something…but there were just too many creatures in the water…they were dragging me down…no oxygen… I couldn’t breathe…was I dying?........... The door opened and I woke up... …. My breathing was returning to normal…then…I recognized the room…I was back in the Mansion…I saw the good weather from the window and I kind of cheered up. There was some light coming from them, but I was too lazy to get up and move the curtains. Just lying on the good comfy bed. There were no creatures…no demons, no dogs chasing me…no fires… no possessed people…and certainly no creepy people. -…Good morning Ned. I turned to face the manager looking directly at me…with his wide open eyes and huge grin on his face…His pale skin was shining from the light that was coming from the windows. -Good morning…. I felt a little bit shaken, but I was good…Then I got terrified again, as I saw the mirror, right near the window…it was reflecting him…the manager, but not this form…the form he was in, inside my dream…His voice again started talking… -Did you have a…. nice NIGHTMARE!!AHAHAHAHAHAAH…… THE END! Thursday Nightmares- [Demon Inside] Once there was a boy, a boy who had thoughts different than others. He studied at a school, in which everyone had different opinions for different subjects. He was always threatened as an outsider, because most of the time he only would sit in his desk and draw. One day two boys from his class decided to go and make fun of him. -You are a weirdo- they said laughing- you are a loser! But the boy had no intentions of letting his anger go to waste. No he knew that if he lost control over his state, he would lose the battle immediately. Home his mother would always act nice with him. She loved her son from the bottom of her hearth, and if something would to happen to him, she would go crazy. Of course, the mother and son had a special connection with one another. They shared a mother’s love. There were a lot of things the boy found rather interesting to learn about, although he had subjects he wanted to avoid, because for him they caused a different light in his thoughts. One day the class would start to learn about a new subject. -Today class we are going to start learning religion- said the teacher while smiling at the kids- I hope you all do nice at it. The boy felt rather uncomfortable listening to her read the bible. He felt sick, he wanted to go home. -Are you okay-asked the teacher-you looks rather pale. The boy only nods his head and continued to stay still in his desk. He knew he couldn’t take it anymore, but for the sake of the teacher, he managed to listen to the whole lecture. After class he went to his locker room to pick up some other notebooks. He noticed on his calendar that the end of the month was coming. He always circled it in red, so that he knows it’s coming. Suddenly someone pushed him inside and nearly broke his nose. -There he goes again acting all weird and stupid- said one of the boys who bullied him. The boy felt wrath, but wasn’t gonna use it…just now. -Do you want to hit me? No response from him. -Because if we were alone, I would beat you up to a bloody pulp. Then the bully turned around and walked away. The students who saw this accident only laughed like there wasn’t anything weird happening at all. “Soon, you will find out” …Though to himself the boy. After some time, it was the end of the month. The boy was happy, because on this day, he could act freely, and not be in trouble. After school, with the permission of his mother he went outside to “play” with the other boys. As soon as he arrived at the popular play spot the bullies from school quickly surrounded him. He was trapped. -I warned you, didn’t I? We are alone in the woods, with no one to help you…And… do you remember what I promised you? The boy smiled and replied, for the first time ever to him. -You said that you would be beaten by me to a bloody pulp. -Exactly…wait…YOU! The bully punched the boy in the face with all of his strength. He felt good, he felt dominance. But then, he felt this uneasy feeling of something coming for him. Something was odd. Very odd. Like there was someone, or something watching him, but from where? The boy stood up, with his mouth busted open and looked the bully in the eyes. Right then the bully froze in fear. That dreadful feeling came back with full force. He felt something sinister. The boy was looking directly at him… but his eyes were…bleeding… -What…are…y-ou...? The boy smiled and with a really deep and growly voice said something no one understood. -Ego sum pessimus somnum exterreri solebat! [ I am your worst nightmare] The bully was about to faint, but then…OH then, the boy started to…transfigure… Hors grew out of his forehead, his skin turned dark. His eyes became red. His hair started to grow and turn black. Then from his back large wings emerged and viciously attacked the other two boys leaving only the main one standing there without nothing to say and do. -…I’m sorry…Please…don’t hurt me…Please… The bully started crying in front of the Demon Like boy. The Demon placed his hands on the shoulders and patted him. The bully felt relief, but all of a sudden the Demon grabbed his head and started squishing it. -AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! The Demon quickly smashed the head of the bully, and his torso fell on the ground, spilling blood everywhere. The demon felt his anger vanish. He finally avenged himself for the things they did to him. His Demon Inside…was the best thing that would happen, to a lonely boy, who had anger so much built inside him, that only for one day in the month, he would let it all go. Now that he was done, and he felt better, he turned back to the normal boy he was…or more like the people thought he was, and started walking home, counting how many people are left…For him to…’’play’’ with… Thursday Nightmare-[Phenomena’s] Ghosts, spirits, poltergeists, phenomenon’s… I like all kind of stories that feature paranormal type things. Every night for my amusement I go to a scary web site in which they post stories and read them until I feel that feeling of someone watching you from the dark. You see I’ve never seen something in which the paranormal explanation is valid. I always wanted to visit a place in which I certainly know is haunted, but I couldn’t because my town in which I lived wasn’t any interesting when it came to that sort of stories. Until that day when I felt strange. Our town is small, so naturally I knew almost all the kids in our street. Every day we would walk together; almost every time varying from 3-5 kids- to school and then returned back home. Our path wasn’t that long. We had to cross the river then walk by the church and then walk inside this tunnel which lasted about 10 minutes. After that we would just walk straight forward and the school was starting to show from the many trees. One day though I found out that 3 of my friends were sick from a really nasty plague so I had to go alone, leaving the other 2 because they were just walking with us, nothing more. So I pack my stuff and leave the house. I follow our usual path to school and I don’t feel scared of walking alone in the woods, because there’s a lot of nature rangers which live in the woods and help lost people, animals and just work there. I crossed the river and then passed the church. As I was walking to the tunnel I started thinking about it. You see; many years ago there was this town legend that in this tunnel lived a creature which searched for kids. When a child; like me- walked inside of it, he would immediately attack it and kill it because it was a bad child for walking alone in the woods. And allegedly 5 kids disappeared when they walked inside the tunnel alone. “What is this non-sense I’m thinking of right now…?” I just walked forward without hesitating. But then I stopped right in the front of the entrance. I felt something…like a breeze coming from it. Was I imagining things. I stupidly looked behind me to see if there was someone coming, but there was no one. “Strange...” That didn’t stop me from walking in though. I didn’t want to get scared like a chump every time I experienced something scary. I felt proud by walking in, and just for a moment I was happy, until I felt this…uneasy feeling. It was dark in it…it was a tunnel, of course it was dark in it. But that wasn’t it. I felt that breeze even more…My body god shivers all of a sudden. I’ve read that when you feel this you have to remain calm and to focus onto one point in view. But how could I remain calm when I was starting to imagine footsteps behind me. I knew there was no one behind me because when I looked behind me the last time, there was absolutely no one coming from the church and there was no one crossing the bridge. The footsteps got a little bit faster…Okay now I felt the fear I was talking about to keep inside you. But…how could I not…I was a mere child. “Don’t turn around, don’t turn around, focus look forward….” But then I heard this awfully low and away voice. Like there was someone crying for help. I had to turn around…There was no one there…Nobody was following me… Then I turned forward again…only to feel my heart skip a beat when I saw this shadowy figure waving at me from a distance not so far from me. “Oh god…please let me pass this tunnel…” I was starting to pray because I once again started thinking about the disappeared kids. I once again felt this uneasy feeling. Then the shadow figure started screaming all of a sudden. My body just started running all of a sudden. I didn’t know what was happening, but I forced my body to stop there, where the figure was. Sweat started coming down on my eyes. My stomach was starting to turn upside down. This dreadful and strange feel started sinking in my bones. All of a sudden I heard this voice…saying something…saying it in a way like from a broken telephone. -I... -hea—rd... you like….gh…ost…? My legs almost went limp. I didn’t know what to think of this. Before me something large appeared. It was like a…creature…with really colorful red eyes, staring deep in your soul. It had…big sharp teeth…but everything else was just dark and disfigured. -My na---me…is…Dread…… This time I felt his voice perfectly fine, although it was still coming from beyond the grave. -You dared to walk alone...even though you know that, you would die. I was just too afraid to speak. -You are afraid…Heheheh…Let me ask you this…Are you ready to…walk by this tunnel? There was only one way for me to say “yes” so I nodded my head really slowly. -Gooooooood…now then, if you answer this question right…I will let you pass every time you walk through this tunnel…But it you fail to answer my question…Then you will be taken away… by her…in the darkness. The ghost was giving me a chance to save myself…now I had to answer a question, and my safety would be guaranteed. -I’m...r-ea-dy… -Nooooooow then…What will happen if today…you live? What kind of question was that? I dint know what to answer…but then I started thinking logically. What would people say to this; maybe start telling the ghost what will they do from now on? Everything about today that will happen? All of those kind of answers started filling my head until I heard it speak again… -Whaaaaat…is your answer? -I…i--…won’t die…? The thing nodded and let me pass by pointing in the right direction. Now that I looked ahead of me I saw 3 ways…but it was pointing at the left one. -Yooooou are correct…you may pass…but know this…if you pass this tunnel again with people…those people will be placed under the same conditions as you…The thing I want from you…is to be alone when you walk through here… -Why? -Froooom all the people I asked this question…you were the only one to get it right…now you granted yourself a forever pass. But DON’T…walk in here…with others… Then it vanished…and everything around me got brighter…like because of this it got really dark. I checked the time and I got shocked…the time had stopped…and I felt like I was talking with him for minutes and minutes…I had to hurry… 2 Years Later… Since the day I met Dread, I always started getting up 5 minutes early than my friends and crossed the bridge, walked by the church and then through the tunnel alone, without no one stopping me. But one day…there was a boy that wanted to walk with me…I wasn’t sure about it, but I agreed. When we were about to go in the tunnel I asked him to continue walking because my shoelaces weren’t tied. He agreed and proceeded on walking…I lied…I wanted to see what would happen if he got the question wrong…I watching from the dark…just like Dread watched me walk in. I saw his disfigured shadow body, red eyes, and sharp teeth come out of the walls and stop the boy. It asked him the same question…But then I noticed something...behind him…it was something like a figure…again a shadow figure…but there was no head…It was wearing a dress, so I decided it was a girl. Then I remembered Dread’s words from back then. “But it you fail to answer my question…Then you will be taken away… by her…in the darkness.” I watched as the boy failed to answer. But…Dread still let him pass by…though he was pointing at the right way…He didn’t vanish…the dark didn’t disappear…the boy walked…and then the body with no head…started running towards him…he couldn’t see her…She grabbed him and started pulling him to the walls. He was furiously struggling to escape…but he was captured by the dark. I wasn’t afraid…I was pleasured…I wanted to see more of it…More of the Phenomenon’s of the Dark! Thursday Nightmare- [The Clinic] When I opened my eyes, at first it was really bright. I couldn’t see anything, but after some time my eyes got used to the light. I was laying on a bed in a hospital room. I don’t know why, but there I was. I made an attempt to sit on the bed, but then I felt some tightness around my arms and torso. I started looking around to see what was happening; only to see that my hands and torso were tied to the bed with some belts. I quickly started moving around, and they unbuckled really easy. Everything is really suspicious- I thought to myself while sitting up. Looking around I noticed that the door was wide open. Getting of the bed I headed towards the corridor, which was pitch black. I looked for a light key, but I didn’t see one. That was odd. Why was my room the only one to be on? -again I started thinking. I noticed a small candlestick placed on the shelf, which was next to the bed, along with a letter. I was curious at first, so I first grabbed the letter. Good morning. It seems you’ve woken up, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this message. You probably wonder, why you are still here, but that’s not important right now. What’s important right now is for you to find your way out of this clinic. But you need to be quick. Because you see the candle on the candlestick is starting to melt. You only need to follow the signs on the walls. YOU CANT’T MISS THEM. When I finished reading it, I really noticed how the candle is starting to melt faster. I quickly grabbed it and went out to the corridor. Now that there was light shining I could see, where to go. On the left side was the terrace, but on the right side was a long corridor leading to an exit. I started walking but then I noticed that everything was empty. Nobody was in the rooms I was passing by. The walls were covered in blood, on which was written: GO OR DIE! I started getting rather uncomfortable walking in the darkness, but I had to. I didn’t know why, but my legs just walked and walked. -Hey… Shivers went down my spine when I heard somebody whispering in the shadows. -Yea…you, with the light. Come here…closer. The voice itself sounded under-grave like. I pointed the candlestick towards the voice; only to see a door which was a tiny bit opened. -If you want…you can come inside and be with me. It’s gonna be a really nice time. Just enter the room…and you will see for yourself. I just couldn’t trust this voice. I just felt this uneasy feeling, because this voice was so unnatural. It was like something was forcing him to say it, or more like growl it. Then I don’t know how, but as I turned the light shined on the lower half of the door, and that’s when I really felt scared. The door was somehow dripping with blood. I had to continue walking. I shouldn’t even stop. Now I started running. Hearing voices coming from a lot of rooms I just didn’t dare to stop and hear what they want to say to me. The priority right now was to get the hell out of here. I didn’t even know, where was i. Or how I got here. But running from this place seemed like the best plan. While running I tripped on something on the floor and fell down. The candlestick broke and the candle itself went out. I think the floor was wet. I didn’t know why, but I felt this rather heavy smell of metal. It was like I was covered in blood. When I got up I couldn’t see anything, but I felt the voices again. Then the rooms opened. The darkness was so thick that I couldn’t even see anything moving. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and then I heard them. People, or creatures were walking towards me, now that I didn’t have the light to guide me. -Oh no…. I quickly started running again, but this time I couldn’t see anything, so kept an easy step. I could hear the voices yelling me to stop and come with them, but that wasn’t even a plan for me. Getting out was the plan, but the darkness was stopping me, since I couldn’t see almost nothing. While running I felt something grab my shoulder. Even If I looked what was behind me, I couldn’t see it. But I turned around, only to see those deep red eyes staring directly into the core of my poor soul. Then many hands grabbed every part of my body and started pulling back. -No! STOP! DON’T PULL ME BACK! I couldn’t do anything to stop them. I felt so weak, that I nearly lost unconsciousness, but then a sudden ray of light shined the corridor. My eyes didn’t hurt; I could see someone holding down the door for the exit. It was waving at me to continue running and leave this place. The things that were holding me quickly started getting back in the darkness so I once again got up and started sprinting towards the open room. The person that was helping me smiled, right before I entered the room. when I opened my eyes at first it was really bright. I couldn’t see anything, but after some time my eyes got used to the light. I was laying on a bed in a hospital room. I don’t know why, but there I was. Looking around I saw my father laying on one of the sofas in the room. My grandma then entered the room and started laughing out of joy. I remembered how I got in a car accident. Now everything came in place. This realm that I was in, was the afterlife. I didn’t go to the shadows, which helped me. I came back to life with this. But I felt really sick. Like my head was hurting and everything else was bad. Then I saw that my grandma was staring into my eyes. I felt rather uneasy by that look. It was like she wanted me to die or something. But then she smiled. And I attempted to smile, but everything was in pain so I just winked at her. But then her face turned into a grin. She started walking towards me. In her hands something shined. It was a knife. I couldn’t do anything. Looking at my dad I saw him looking directly at me. I felt this unimaginable pain in my lungs, then the knife twisted and started messing up everything. My dad got up from the sofa and softly said, while caressing my cheek: -You should have stayed in the shadows… They tried to warn you! It seemed like, I didn’t escape the afterlife. I went right into it. I let myself get caught. And now… my soul left me… foREVer… Thursday Nightmare- [Dark Roads] The cigarette ash was falling down on the perfectly white plates of the sidewalk. While releasing the smoke out of my mouth, I noticed how many of the stores on this particular street were either closed or for sale. That was kind of a shame, because this street used to be really populated in the past years, but now it’s become a street in which most of the people take s a shortcut to another street or home, since there were a lot of buildings in the area. Still looking around I noticed a taxi cab parked near the curve of the street. I needed one, but as soon as I started to hurry, the cab left, to either an order or because the driver had some work. -Damn… The cigarette was almost done, so I threw it on the street and continued walking forward. Today’s day was totally exhausting, so I needed a nice shower, dinner, and sleep. The wind was making my coat make a funny noise. It was getting really cloudy, so I figured it would start raining soon. After turning right on the curve on the street I now started walking on the final block, till home. This part of the area, was kind of tricky. You see, I was a man who didn’t believe in stories about ghosts and stuff like this, but for a fact I knew from friends that this part of our small town was sort of freaky. My colleague Greg told me about this creature he got in contact one day. By his description it was something like a mix of a dog and a deer. By his words, on that day, he was coming late from work, and when he took this curve; which lead to a small neighborhood with a couple of houses, which were built nearly close to each other; he saw this strange creature running down the street holding something that looked like a human arm. Then the thing passed his driving car, and from the headlights he described a dog looking creature, with not so long, but not so short legs and with hors coming out of his ears. The rest of the body was covered in blackish substance, which kind of reminded him of tar. Of course I was rather skeptical of that, so I didn’t make anything out of this story. Although now that I was forced to walk to the small neighborhood I was kinda paranoid about it, so I kept looking both directions, looking for the beast my friend saw that day. There was nothing there, so I kinda got relieved about it. Though when I passed a large bush near some trash containers I heard this really loud noise. I can’t lie that I didn’t get scared, but I still went back to see what was the thing making it. When I kicked the trash container a cat jumped out of it and started looking me frighten. -Oh, I’m really sorry little guy. Then the kitty got near me, and I was able to pet him for a while. But looking at his collar, I figured that it belonged to someone in the neighborhood. And yes, there was a small medallion thingy in which said that it belonged to Sarmons. They lived at the house next to mine. -That’s good, I will be able to play with you. The kitty purred and started walking by my side. When I got close to my house I figured that it was too late for me to knock on the door on the Sarmons, so I just let the kitty stay in my house, and on the morning I would return him back to his owners. While putting my fingers in the pocket of my trousers for the keys, I saw something that gave me the chills. From the spot where I heard the noise, a large looking dog with strange horns, emerged from the bushes near the trash container. It looked rather strange and in the same way, really creepy and dirty. It was big, but it was skinny. Then the beats looked directly at me, since I wasn’t really far from the spot, and with a distorted voice said: -Oh, I’m really sorry little guy. When the thing stopped talking it looked at me in a really strange way. It twisted its head in a really particular way, like it wasn’t supposed to be able to do that, but it still did it. Then out of nowhere it again started speaking really badly. -That’s good, I will be able to play with you. This time I really got really freaked out, so I unlocked the door to my house and went inside faster than ever. I tried not to think about it, but it was in my head and it constantly reminded me of the voice and looks of the creature. Now when I start thinking about it more closely I started figuring out stuff that even more creeped me out. It was trying to get my attention with the noise it makes the first time. Bit I thought it was coming from the trash container. What would have happened if I went to see if it was coming from the bushes? And the voice it makes…it was almost human like, but still it sounded rather scary and…somehow not right. From then I started coming home, earlier than I used to. Who knows…one day I might get caught by the creature, that lurks in the Dark Roads. Thursday Nightmare- [Forest Rival] The year was 20... when I started working as a forest ranger. It wasn’t the best job I could think of, but I made myself money enough to buy some bread, since then I lived in a small apartment. Being an 18-year-old boy, who moved out from his parent’s house I had to save up some money. The job itself was nice, but sometimes it was just lonely. It was a forest near a park, in which many people went on walks or camping. I myself liked to walk in it, since it gave me this really calm atmosphere that I wanted. Also gave me time to think about my future, since I didn’t get to think about it often. The trees were really tall, and almost no sun was allowed to be in the forest by them, which was more than enough for me, since no one, at least for me, likes walking on a sunny road. There were spots which I preferred to go, since they were really beautiful, and had this nice fresh air. I would often visit those places, when I was on duty to look over the forest. Sitting and leaning towards a tree I would get a notebook and start writing about life and things that have happened in general. One day the person who was about to come and take over the second shift called and told me that he could not make it, due to his car not working. That pissed me of, but I still figured that I would have a double shift and paid double as well, so I didn’t complain as much as I wanted. Then I decided to walk in the forest like I usually did and seeing that it was 16:30 it was time for an afternoon break, so what better place than the forest? Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge I left the small house near the entrance of the forest and went inside disappearing from the world. I started walking and instantly getting my mind ready for the nice and cool break. I wanted to take a rest, since most of the times I would just watch the cameras, until I had to go on a Forest check, which was to personally check if there was something happening in the forest. I preferred doing that, more to just standing there and doing nothing. I reached a spot which I usually would consider stopping at, but now something told me to continue walking forward in the forest. There weren’t many people right now, since it was hot, and probably because it was Friday. Most times people came on the weekends. That was one thing I was glad of. I didn’t want people to come since they would make me cancel my break, and I really wanted to rest for a while. I passed another usual spot, and another one, and then I got to a place so deep in the woods that I haven’t visited before. It was strange since I knew the forest like the back on my hand, but this particular area was kinda strange in a way. I stopped and sat by a tree. The bottle I was caring was almost empty, but that didn’t bother me much, since I wasn’t that thirsty. I opened my notebook, which was in one of my pockets the whole time, and grabbed a pen, and started writing about things that were interesting to me. It was really interesting how a human’s mind could imagine so many things and scenarios that will never happen. It was fascinating how my mind worked from times to times. I would think of something and it will lead to another thought, which will lead me back from the starting point of the first thought, until I get to the final thought that I wanted to reach. That was hard for people who didn’t have anything to think of in the world. Many people used it as an excuse to not think. Falling in your thoughts will make you disappear from real life and get you stuck into a web of your own thoughts until you figure out how to get out of that web and return back to real life. Was it really important enough for people to come back to reality, when you brain would give you everything that you asked from it, since the brain is the thing that the thoughts originally are born? That question in my mind was interrupted by a sound of leaves crunching on the ground. Someone was coming here, which was really interesting, since I think I was the only one to know of this place. I got up instantly, since I didn’t want to be interrupted again, which meant I was about to head to another usual place of mine, when I heard a voice so familiar I kinda got shivers down my spine. -You don’t have to leave. Its only you. – confusingly said a voice. -Who is there? – I asked while looking in all of the directing. -It is i… you. – said a person coming from behind a tree who looked exactly like me. I was so confused in what was happening. His face looked exactly like mine, which was bothersome. I didn’t know people who looked like me existed. I was so blown away that I didn’t say a word. I just stared back and looked for any matching things in us. The ears, eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, cheeks, hair, torso…everything in him was the same. -W-what is going on? – I asked the person. -Nothing is going on. We are just standing looking at each other, and you are figuring out what is going on. -How do you know me? -I know you, because you are me, and I am you. We think alike. We make everything alike. We even speak alike. – he calmly answered. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t want to leave the place, without knowing what was going on. -How are you here? – I asked him directly. -How am I here? – he replied confused. -Yes, how did you get here? How did you find me? The person that looked like me smiled and grinned really creepy. -I am you…wherever you go…I go…wherever you are…I’m there too. But, you can say that I am a person who doesn’t think about stupid questions like you. I don’t day dream like you. I am a thought made by you. A person who is so locked in real life, person who is trapped inside his mind and doesn’t know how to use it. I AM YOU! I AM ME! He launched himself at me. I had to defend myself. Still holding the pen in my hand, I stabbed him in the throat right when he got right before me. I saw him grin again as his blood was dripping on me. He was looking directly in my eyes and was just staring into them while his life was slowly leaving his body. His legs bended and he fell down. His blood was one me…my blood was one me. Who was I? When I blinked again I found myself laying on the ground by the tree that I was leaning on. My notebook was placed next to my head. It was placed on today’s page I wrote on. After the stuff I wrote there was something like a P.S written on the left corner. It looked like my handwriting, but I wasn’t really sure. It stated: We are Rivals now. Forest Rivals. Me and you… are the same person. The person, who thinks, and dreams, and dies, knowing someday, his mind will come to life…just like I did. Remember that your mind, doesn’t belong in the realm of dreams, until your body dies… With love…Yourself. Thursday Nightmare- [The Wicked Conclusion?] I was a man, who didn’t want to be surrounded by people every possible second of my life. I was more of a lonely person than a person with no home. Although, I was still surrounded by people all the time, but not the way you think. The people on the internet. Yes, I didn’t go outside after I was done from work, I didn’t go on small walks in the park near my house or anywhere as a matter of fact. My friends, if I could still call them that, decided not to hang with me, since I wasn’t on their level. Yes, even from a young age, I was thinking differently from other people. You see some people who are 20 or more think like 10 year olds, and when I was 10 years old, I began to understand, that there were a lot more problems in the world, that the people want us to see. That there is more than getting a job or becoming famous. What’s that gonna give you when you die? Last time I checked, when a person dies, he is buried in the ground, like the rest of the people who didn’t have the fame the famous had. But yet again, you still burry him 6 fix under the surface, which makes him the same as “normal people”. Thoughts like this made me reconsider what I wanted to become. Did I want to start a career in some big company, or did I wanted to become a technological genius and invent a brand new thing the world has never even seen? No… I didn’t, why would I want? I knew that one day I would die, and nothing would change that fact. Nothing would, I just knew it. From then I decided to live my life like an outsider who didn’t have any motive in life. Many years had passed and I wasn’t gonna change my decision. I was staying up late, went to sleep at 4 in the afternoon and woke up at 4 in the morning. Shit like that. One day as I was browsing, without paying attention, in the internet my computer just shut down. I was shocked for a second, but then I decided to lay on the bed, since my bed was right next to my computer. The computer itself was placed on a small wooden coffee table. My room wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t the cleanest thing you would see. All of the times it was dark in it, since I had bought some black curtains and that made everything in night mode. Any light from the sun was really disturbing to me. When I placed my head on the comfy pillow I grabbed my phone and started looking things from it. After 5 minutes my phone suddenly shut down too. “Strange” I thought to myself as i was trying to make it start again. Nothing… Then I decided to check if the computer was working, so I pushed the start button, but nothing happened. -Maybe I haven’t paid the electricity for this month… It was hard but when I looked at the clock to see the time it was already passing 7 in the morning. -Well, maybe I should go to sleep…Although I woke up after 3… I just closed my eyes and went into a state of thoughts. That state, where you can think of anything you want to think. I often went into that sort of imagination, which helped me from times to times. Suddenly I heard a scratch from the closet which was 2 meters from the table. I didn’t think anything of it, since the weather today was too windy. But then the sound happened again. It wasn’t a sound which the wind would made. I opened my eyes and it took some time for me to adjust to the darkness in the room, even If it was a blue color outside, thought the curtains defended me from the light. When I looked at the closet, there wasn’t anything there, but the door to the middle was slightly opened. I just made this sound when I person makes when he doesn’t like something, which sound like – mhgh. I once again laid on the bed and closed my eyes, but then I felt something. That feel when someone is about to touch you. I quickly opened my eyes again and then it happened. Something grabbed my neck with both hands and started choking me. It was some invisible thing, because I couldn’t see anything. By breath was beginning to fade, and if it was bright in the room, you could see that I was turning blue. I could see that there was something like a shadow choking me, but it didn’t have any features on the face. It was like a mannequin, but invisible. “Am I dying right now? Is this my end?” Those were my thoughts, but then…it stopped chocking me. My breath came back to me and sent air into my body and lungs, which started working normally again. Everything was dark, but after I thought that the black curtains fell and revealed the light that was coming from the bright blue sky. The sun was raising, as the light rays were coming in my room and softly touched my face. That was a sign to get my bum out of the house and go somewhere, before I died wickedly like that. At least it was the thing I wanted it to be… Thursday Nightmare- [The Antichrist] So you know how young boys and girls get drunk and do something stupid? Well that's what happened to me. It all started some weeks back. Me and a couple of my friends were night walking, which is what it sounds like, walking the streets at night. Of course we had to get some beer with us, because why not? We would often sit down on benches and just talk, or we would go to a park and hang out there. The boys: George, Alex, Morgan and Karl were just hilarious to hang out with. Cracking jokes out of nowhere, it was just awesome. George was a year older than me, which made him the oldest, and me 2nd oldest. Not to mention that we all had the same mind. It was just amazing how we could predict what the other person will say. In one particular night, we didn’t really felt like sitting down, so we just agreed to walk on forward and tell each other stupid stories. The streets wanted us to walk aimlessly, so we did. Being our drunk selves we laughed like idiots the whole time we walked. But it was fun, we were having fun, although it was getting late, so George suggested that we head back to our neighborhood, since we lived in the same one. Everyone agreed and we started walking back, but Karl noticed something ahead on the street, while turning around. It was something like a church, but it was really close to breaking apart. It looked really abandoned, so of course there were suggestions to go inside it. Karl and Morgan wanted to go inside, and since we didn't really rush for anywhere George decided to take a look inside. He kicked the door and entered first. He had to use his phones flashlight to see, because it was pitch black in there. We did the same. Splitting up wasn't even given as an idea, since according to Alex that's how people died in the movies. Entering a room after another we didn't find anything but desks and chairs. There was something like a closet, filled with colorful chalks. At first we didn't understand anything. Then we went to the second floor. And that's where it got creepy. There were three rooms there and just when we climbed the last stairs we saw so many drawings on the walls, doors, floor, there was just drawings of the Devils pentagram. There were also some crucifixes that were turned upside down. On them was spilled blood, and just looking at then give me the chills. George was looking around and I could feel his fear as he saw the blood. "We have to get out guys" quietly whispered George. I heard him so I nodded my head. Just when I turned around to go back, followed by the others we heard something like a door opening, that cracking sound a door makes, made my blood chill. Slowly turning around, we saw a figure of a man. It was just too dark to see how he looked like, but just seeing that dark figure in a church, if could call it like that, made the dread that was covering it way deadlier. The figure just stood there, then his head leaned on the left, then on the right. Finally, he said something loudly, that I didn't even understand. It was in a differing language that I can say. After that I don't really remember what happened since we started running like crazy. I didn't look back even once, but in the end, we got back safe. Sometime later in the week, at school I noticed something like a message placed on some of the lockers. It said that Karl was missing, and there was just no way to find where he went. Me and George went to see his parents, but all they said was that they found a crucifix layer on his bed. After hearing that George looked at me with fear in his eyes. -Do you think that... - he then suddenly stopped and shrugged that thought out of his head. We then walked back home. In the coming weeks Alex and Morgan also disappeared, which made me and George really worried. After sometime I decide to stay at home and be safe, although school was still active so I had to go there. I saw George one morning, but he looked really stressed out. His clothes were all messy and his hair was really everywhere. He saw me, and quickly came by me. -Dude! - shouted from a part George- someone is following me. I think I lost him, but I'm not sure. I told him to keep calm and return back home. He agreed and took a taxi. When school ended I headed back home. I wasn't really aware if what was going to happen, so staying calm was one of the best thing I could do. What if that shadowy figure back in the church was hunting us one by one. That sounded really scary in my head, so unlocking the door for the building door I started to think about something different. When I entered my house I first saw the mirror, with my reflection on it. I headed to my room, knowing my parents would return back later in the afternoon. I saw my reflection…but I made the mistake of not noticing the turned upside down crucifix above the mirror... Thursday Nightmare- [Delusional Reality] The road that would lead me back home was nice and quiet. Most of the driving was relaxing, since the road had no other cars than mine. Coming back from work was always nice. All day sitting behind a desk and doing some documents, but a job is a job, I can't do anything about it, plus I need the money to feed my family, to whom I'd give everything for. I got to the point at the road where I have to turn left. There's a really big walnut three which was seeded there many years ago. Passing it made my head hurt, which I couldn't really explain why. I remember how much fun I had playing at that tree growing up. It was the time where people would feel nothing but joy, and didn’t know how much suffering comes after you become an adult. I shuck the pain away and entered the neighborhood. Our house was the first, so parking the car was really important, since the driveway was really narrow. I hadn't even left the car yet and my 8-year-old son was coming at me with a really fast pace. I grabbed him and started swinging him in the air. -Yaaaay! - started happily shouting Kevin. I placed him back on the ground and with a big smile on the face Kevin looked at me and asked: -How was work today daddy? I sight and grabbed my suitcase and told him everything went good, although it didn't. He then grabbed my hand and started pulling me back in the house. My wife saw me and quickly came and hugged me. -Welcome back dear! Was work good today? Her face made that scared look you make when at the doctor. -It was... Well the usual. -Aw, well let's not worry about that. I made a really tasty dinner. That was great news for me, since I was really hungry for anything. Taking my coat off I washed my hands and sat down the table, while Jennifer was pouring some of the nice hot chicken soup in a medium looking bowl. Kevin sat down at the table and started rushing her mother to place the food on the table. I was really hungry too, and inside I wanted to join Kevin with the rushing, but I was going to act like an adult. Sometime later, after the dinner was gone and my stomach was full I decided to go relax on the sofa and watch some TV. I grabbed a beer and landed on it successfully. Jennifer was upstairs ironing clothes. Kevin was sitting by the sofa and was playing with the Lego constructor I bought him. There was nothing interesting on the TV, just the news, but sure, why not? Watching the news would give me some things to talk about at work, or even discuss. While watching I felt my head hurting again, but I thought that I was just too tired, but then I looked at Kevin and it started hurting even more. Kevin looked at me and smiled, but my expression made him make a worried face. - What's wrong daddy? - asked Kevin while looking at my hand with was placed on my head. - It's... It's alrig-ht... He didn't seem convinced so the boy stood up and went to the kitchen and returned a few moments later holding a pill in his little palm, and a glass of water. I looked at him surprised. -This is the pill mommy takes when her head hurts. -Oh... I gladly took it, but nearly dropped it. I looked at him again and saw his figure bending, or vanishing. It was like I was seeing a ghost. I got afraid, it was like I was seeing a static wave on the TV but on my son. My head almost exploded out of the pain I was feeling. My eyes closed... And the pain stopped. I slowly gained consciousness... And the pain reappeared. It was even more than before. My eyes didn’t want to open... But I forced them... Once they were open, everything was blurry and I nearly lost consciousness again. I managed to stay conscious only to see that I'm in the car. Everything was so washed away, that my mind was in all kind of placed. The car was all wrecked from every point of view you looked at it. The steering wheel was all bloody. The wind shield was broken. The tires didn’t even look like ones. The body of the car was like accordion. Obviously the car crashed…and I somehow survive, or I was at the end of my strength. What would Jennifer think of me when she seems me all broken like this? It was then when I remembered that I didn't had a wife or son to begin with. I had crashed into the large walnut tree. My car was reeking of alcohol... Everything in my head was screaming in pain and agony. My mind was wrecked from all this poison I had swallowed. I didn't want to live, that was one of my many motives to get drunk and end up like this. Crashing was the only way for me to die... And see the Delusional reality I was living in... Thursday Nightmare/Volume Final- [The Origin of the Ripper] Thursday Nightmare /Volume Final The Origin of the Ripper. This is a story about the origin of Jack the Ripper, the way I think it went down. It’s just fiction, so please don’t think it’s really this. I just wanted to end of the Volume of Thursday Nightmares series like this, like a bigger story and just a real life thing behind it. So please Enjoy! Many things can drive a person insane, make him believe he has the potential of becoming a serial killer, but some things that happen in your life can make you do things, gruesome things, that can turn you from a normal living human being, into something you don’t even recognize in your reflection of the mirror. The horrors you so deeply want to stay away from start to make you want to see them more and more, until your eyes turn red, and the blood of the poor and weak souls cover your hands. But what I’m about to tell you can make you rethink what’s wrong and what’s Right. What I’m about to tell you is a story, my story, how it started, and what turned me into the so well know Jack the Ripper! The Beginning My mother was a beautiful woman. She always wanted to make her husband happy, and dad would do the same for her. When she was going to give birth to me, dad wasn’t there to see me, but he rushed so hard to get there, that on the entrance of the hospital he received a massive heart attack, and passed away. Some people found him dead on the ground with a bouquet in his hand, which was supposed to be delivered to my mother. After that, she started getting depressed. Her depression got her in a state of confusion and self-hate. I was little then, so I couldn’t possibly understand what was going on, but I knew she was sad. Many years passed, and I was already 9 by the time she started drinking out of pain and misery. I didn’t blame her, it was painful to know your significant other passed away trying to reach you, while you were giving birth to a wonderful child. Her obsession with alcohol became even stronger when she decided to visit a pub, so that she can let the pain die. It wasn’t long enough when she returned back home with a stranger I didn’t know. It was a guy who, by the words of mum, “was there to help her with her sadness”. At first I didn’t really get what was that, but after she switched between many others it was just impossible for you not to see that she was selling her body. Once a seamstress, then a laundress, after that a cook, and by the time her “depressions” was over she turned, into the kind of woman I grew to detest. The worst part was that, she started a relationship with one of the guys she was sleeping with, and…that was when she turned into a monster. Her behavior started to morph into something I haven’t seen. Every time I came back from school, she checked my grades, which were really high. But that wasn’t the case with her, I though she wanted me to become something big, but she didn’t like the fact I had good grades, so normally she would beat me so bad, I couldn’t even sleep because of pain, but there were times when she called her new man to finish the job. I hated them both…but that man was just horrible to live with. He was fat and ugly. Had the most disgusting face a human being can have. His eyes were yellow from all the cigarettes he smoked. Always reeked of alcohol, and never stopped eating when there were things in the house mom made. The Trauma Years passed and I was already 18 and had developed a massive hate for the women that sell their bodies, and for the people who gave money to them so that they can, as mom said, “help them”. I mostly hated those kinds of women, but one day a childhood friend of mine, which was a girl confessed to me. Her name was Lisa, and everything about her was so pure and kind. I developed a love for her, but…then, he saw us. My mother’s new toy saw us and decided to end this relationship, which wasn’t even official. So…he raped her, when I was at work, since I worked for a well know blacksmith in our neighborhood, and killed her, so that she doesn’t open her mouth. I didn’t know about this, until her mother one day stopped me and blamed me for killing her. I was shocked beyond belief, so I had to know what happened. And I remembered the look that ugly bastard gave her when he first saw her. Madness overcame my consciousness and I returned back home only to find them “helping” each other. That made me so mad I couldn’t stop myself from making a scandal. Of course, they agreed that I didn’t have much attention to myself, so my new dad decided I deserved a beating, but I wasn’t gonna stand by and do nothing, knowing he killed my Lisa. He swung his huge arm at me, but I dodged his fatness and quickly came behind him, grabbed him by his neck, and “helped” him die, as he was already drunk dead. I was enraged, but I didn’t want to kill my mother, since she wasn’t involved in any of this, as for bringing him here. I turned to leave the house, but then she started screaming, when she founded that he was dead. She went ballistic on me, calling me gross names. I didn’t want to listen to her, but she crossed the line, when she suddenly grabbed me by one of my sleeves and turned me to face her. Then with big full of hatred eyes shouted- Your “father” might not even be one of the first candidates to be your father- which meant that she was sleeping with other people, even when my real, if I could be sure, father was alive. Her words made me go insane…the rage I felt, all the hatred…the agony of not knowing who to trust anymore. My mother was a whore……and that day, I decided I didn’t want to have anything more with her. The following month I left the blacksmiths shop and decided on taking a path no other man would. A path I could follow to my final days, as they weren’t that far. I bought a suit, and had my tools for murder. There were only the victims that were missing. 2 and a half years later. Many days passed, since that day, and my mind was more twisted than ever. There were whores literally on every corner of a street. My rage was so strong I could decapitate every single one of them, with one swing of my knife. But I had to wait…for the night to cover my actions with its dark curtains, so that when they are uncovered, they reveal a sight no man would like to see, without throwing up out of disgust. I had to plan everything so that I don’t get busted. I wanted victims that were really poor and didn’t want to live anymore, or something like that, so that I could get some pleasure from their murdering. The Start of the List My first victim was called Mary Ann Nichols. It was claimed that her husband had dumped her for a nurse, so she turned into a prostitute. I wasn’t gonna let her end her life…not without my help at least. I was planning on capturing and killing her. But I wanted it to be really classy, so that my name would become famous for those kind of things. So I did. Some weeks later I decided to borrow a phaeton from a friend so that the plan could start. At 3:00 am on Friday, August 1888, I got in the phaeton and rushed the horses to start it. I found her standing at a dark alley, which was already a perfect spot. My suit was really well shaped on my body, and the hat I was wearing gave me even more classiness. When I gave a signal the horses stopped, and she immediately came to see me. -Hello sir, would you like to have some fun – said Mary, while smiling. -Of course, I will help you- as I quickly jumped out the seat, where usually a coachman sits. I opened the door to the small phaeton and Mary got in it with a happy expression. It wasn’t long when I got to a place, where the night would cover for my naughty deeds, as I ended her life. I didn’t care if she did that out of desperation, I didn’t care what her motive was. She was selling her body, and she liked doing it. Her blood covered my hands as I cut down her throat. Then my best friend, which was my hand crafted knife, stabbed her in the torso, and tore it, ripping out her abdomen. I did some other wounds to her body, but when she wasn’t breathing anymore, my thirst was over. They found her corpse at 3:40 am, as I was already gone. And so the thirst wasted much more…but after some time I did end my life. But It was worth it, to get rid of the lives of the people who had already given up on them. The news articles were bashing out with new titles everyday trying to figure out who was the man, who viciously murdered those women. And yes…it was fun…but now…the Ripper decided to be gone. “The Night isn’t perfect, when the Ripper is hiding in its curtains” Thank you for reading the final story of volume 1. I hope you had fun with those kind of stories, because there is going to be a Volume 2, which is going to air, the week after the next one, so basically on the 3rd of November. |
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
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