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.
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