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Home Sweet Home

I don’t want it. It needs to get out of my house. I thought it was gone. I had never been so wrong.

It started as a life-changing decision for us. Moving away from our hometown, forgetting friends and starting a new life. The house we moved to was far from where we lived. It was about a three day drive. We moved from New York to Wisconsin. I was the most against it, I had a social life, I was actually pretty popular, I made friends with everyone. My parents were usually isolated in their house. They were the nicest parents anyone could ask for… Sorry I’m getting off topic. They didn’t have many friends and most of our family was in Wisconsin. The ride was fun, I listened to music and text my girlfriend Leah. She was perfect. We had in common almost all of our interests. When we did get to the house… I was stunned. It was a beautiful Victorian style house, two stories, already furnished. At first I was a bit skeptical on how my parents got the money for such an extravagant structure as this.

We spent most of the day unpacking. I took an hour to unpack and then explored.…

The New House

I was glad to be moving. I never liked my city. It was too loud for me anyways.

I looked around at my family members in the car. My parents up front, were chatting cheerfully away at what our new town will be like. My father, who was driving the curves of the street carefully, was offered a lawyer position at the town that paid him double what he made back in the city. My mother, an antique store owner, was happy to be able to open up a bigger antique shop in our new town. My brother, sitting quietly beside me, had his headphones plugged in his ear as usual. He was only a year older than me, a senior in high school. He was the only person in the car that felt bitter about our move.

The move into our new house went by quickly. The mover trucks came the next day and we got down to business. It took us about two weeks to fully move into the house.

The house was big and beautiful. My father was so happy we could afford it. My mother loved the fact it was so old. Her antique geek side loved everything about the house.…

Truth and Trust

Truth and trust are like a disappearing faith within some people now a day. People’s minds are clouded with darkness. Needing a lie to cover up their mistakes. With all this technology, people can have all different ways of hindering the truth from coming out. Think of it as this…. The mind covers the truth, as the shadows cover the light. The darkness in people’s minds is an unknowing truth, a truth that has no trust. Trust is like this; A lie that has become the truth…. It’s a losing battle.

Is there any trust in this world anymore…? With such things as the NSA and ASIO, I don’t believe there is. You may ask yourself why? I’ll tell you why. The darkness has taken people’s minds, filled it with greed and sorrow. There are quite a large number of people that know this fact, but yet no one takes action. They leave the world sitting there, like a soldier left behind, bleeding out… Slowly taking his last breath before dying.

You don’t believe the darkness has got your mind…? You’re wrong, it’s everywhere. Look around you, you’ll find it. You’re probably laughing at the fact that I said that… but deep down, you know it’s there too; slowly eating you away like an ant eats a leaf.…

Could This Be My Fate?

I woke up sweating. This was the third time this week that I had this strange recurring dream. It feels so real, like I can hear the voices clearly, feel the contact with my skin. Sometimes I can’t tell if it’s real or not.

I try to forget it every night. However, it keeps coming back to me. It starts off with me going to bed. I hear a quiet humming that wakes me up out of a dead sleep. Every time, it seems to lure me in, I get out of bed to follow the sound. I grab my robe, and put on my slippers. I follow it through my house and the closer I get to the front door, the colder it gets. I tie up my robe and cross my arms; I can see my breath now. I slowly open the door and I can barely see outside. It’s so foggy.

The humming gets louder, and then quiet again. I leave my house and close the door. I get a weird feeling, like somebody is watching me. I stop and look around me, but I can’t see anything. I can’t even see my hand in front of my face.…

Alone and Alone

I looked in the empty room for a sign that I wasn’t alone. I didn’t want to feel alone. Companionship has been lacking in my life for so long and I don’t even know what it means to love someone anymore. I am a metal barred door trying to close but inevitably there is the door-stopper, never allowing me to get past.

I sat down. In a room with no doors and no chairs, the floor was my canvas. My finger acted as the pen, as I drew and drew, illustrating the prisons of my mind. Letting go wasn’t an answer, as my creations grew more vivid. Time passed and I had created an entire world of missed deadlines, broken hearts, and empty souls. My life’s work, something I could be proud of.

I heard a bell ring and in came my lunch, through a small panel in the white wall. No words, no friends, just peace.…

I Saw It Coming

This isn’t a confession. You can’t prove a damn thing, so don’t even try. I’ll deny it to my grave. I’m on my third drink for the evening anyways. You can’t trust the word of a drunken man.

That’s when I start to feel anything these days, the third drink. Sometimes it takes four, but usually three will do. It’s the same cycle every night for weeks now, I drink, then I start to feel, then the fear comes over me, then I drink some more until I pass out.

Wake up, slog through the day. Keep my head down, keep my chin up, don’t draw anyone’s attention. Go home, repeat.

One night a few weeks back there was a man at my door. I answered it, wondering what in the devil he was doing there at that time of night. I live at the end of my street, and there’s no one around for quite a ways, and even the evangelicals that comb the neighborhood rarely make it all the way out to my house.

“Help me,” he gasped, his blood-flecked lips quivering in the rain. His forearm was badly broken, bits of bone sticking out through the skin. He was pale and drenched, the rain and blood dripping steadily from his haggard frame, pooling on my porch beneath him.…

She Found Her Way Into My Home

Please, I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried to tell my wife about this, but she’s a science teacher and thanks to my history of practical jokes, she thinks I’m just kidding.

There is something stalking me. I don’t know what it wants, but almost every night since I started seeing it, it has terrorized me. It doesn’t touch me, it doesn’t communicate in any sort of way, it just fills me with horror. If what I seem to ramble, please forgive me… I haven’t slept in several days.

We live in the second floor of a duplex with stairs down the back of the house to the basement where the laundry machines are. There’s a door at the bottom of the stairs before the door to the basement that looks out onto our back porch and into the back yard. Six days ago, I was going down to the basement to bring up some laundry and I glanced out the door as I passed. There was a figure standing at the far edge of our yard. Her back was to me, and she was just standing there, looking into the woods beyond our yard. She was dressed in nothing but a light gown.…

The Room of Light

Caitlin thought she heard something when she threw the last net into the dark water. She turned her head quickly as the sound of the splash faded in her ears. Silence. She eyed the bush nervously but everything was still and quiet. The trees were black now, silhouetted against the twilit sky.

She looked back at the car to see her father standing blackly against the newly lit gas lamp. The light coming on, and the shape of her father, calmed her somewhat. She began to walk back towards him along the shore.

As she drew closer, the light of the lamp threw shadows across the uneven ground, so that she sometimes felt she was about to step into a deep depression. She stumbled several times, misjudging the distance between her feet and the ground.

‘Are they all out, Cait?’ her father asked as she entered the safety of his presence. His voice was muted by the hissing of the lamp.

Caitlin nodded.

‘Good,’ he said. ‘Let’s hope we catch a feed.’ He squatted down to stack the stones he had gathered for the fireplace. ‘Pity we didn’t get here half an hour earlier. If it wasn’t for that wretched car of ours we would’ve had our first haul by now.’

He stood up and looked around for more stones.…

The Unknown Story Of Bloody Mary

She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.

Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary’s home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.

Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear.…

Terror in the Tunnel

You wish you had followed your instincts. If only you had not ventured down into the subway tunnel, in pursuit of the masked stranger you had unfortunately encountered less than forty-eight hours ago. You quickly become adjusted to the dim white light, as you look down the seemingly endless tunnel. All too quickly, you feel a quick push and then become aware of the cold rails beneath you. A blinding light gives your eyes cause to squint, as the stars that cloud your eyesight clear. A loud horn rings through the subway tunnel, reverberating off of the solid concrete walls, when you fully reach the realization of the multi-ton train rushing toward you. It feels almost like a dream, to the point where your senses are diluted and your brain is in a fog. You find it ironically funny, as your life is essentially flashing before your eyes, right back to that moment when you bumped into that stranger.

You had just exited the bank at 52nd street. You had cashed your paycheck for the week, and stepped out into the bright Friday mid-afternoon sun. You had to squint, and just as you had, you bumped into some person wearing jeans and a large orange hooded sweatshirt with the hood up.…

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