In the spirit of Halloween...create a short story of 750 words or more with the below in mind. Due at the end of class on Wednesday.
A man who sees ghosts checks himself into a mental institute, not realizing that the facility has been closed for almost thirty years.
I saw things that no one else saw and I never understood why. I chose not to tell anybody because I was afraid of becoming an outcast. I liked being surrounded by my friends whom I considered to be perfectly normal. I grew up disturbed by my ability, but as of now I have learned to not let it affect me. I remember being younger and listening to everyone’s conversations. These conversations had to do with the girls they liked, the music they heard, and even the vacations they went to. Never did I hear stories that had anything to do with the kinds of things I went through. I always had hope that a topic like the one my life revolved around would come up but it never did. I am a normal person; actually, I try to act like a completely normal person. I know inside of me that I’m not though. I remember being in the sixth grade and I saw a little girl sitting by herself near the swing set. She seemed to be contemplating the fall leaves that the wind relocated all over the black top. I didn’t want to disturb her view but something within me pushed me to her, as if a magnetic force dragged me alongside to her. I looked into her eyes and felt my heart shrivel up. She had a very sad look to her eyes and suddenly that sadness overwhelmed me. I felt as if I lost someone close to me, at that age I could only think of the pain losing my dog, Toby, would cause. I asked her if she was ok and she said no. She started crying and told me the story of how her father had passed away the Thursday before she returned to school. I hugged her and tried to comfort her. Nothing worked. I told my mother what I felt, and tried to describe every single instance of that moment to the best of my ability. She glared into my eyes in awe. I started feeling as if I was taking the wrap off of a gift and found a lovely present. Seems like a simple thing to feel, but at that moment I felt as if I was reliving the best Christmas morning of my life all over again and it was overwhelming me. I told my mother this and she said that that was exactly how she was feeling—as if she had a gift of God right in front of her. She embraced my little self and promised me that what I was feeling made me a privileged child. I believed her because at the moment, my ability was not a problem. The next day at church, the pastor made me go to the front and stand on the altar alongside of him. He motivated the congregation to raise their hands as if they were sending blessings to me. He said that they were to pray for me and ask God to “shield me with the blood of Christ” because before them they had a child with a prophetic ministry. That’s what I was in the eyes of my congregation—a prophet. It might seem cool to be some kind of a fortune teller and mind reader, and I must admit that sometimes I find it incredible. I cannot deny that sometimes it causes me to carry a burden that seems impossible to deal with though.
ReplyDeleteI swear that I have tried to disown this so called “privilege” from God. I have cut down on my prayer and dedication to church…just in case my spirituality was the cause for this phenomenon to work within me. It becomes difficult to play along with the act of a girl who wants to act cheerful and alive while I’m feeling that inside they’re miserable and completely upset. I would reach out and hug her and tell her everything is going to be ok but that would cause her to breakdown and cry. As a prophet I can feel that it’s precisely the crying in front of a person what she wants to avoid. As a prognosticator, you’re supposed to express what you’re channeling. I choose not to out of respect for the person even though inside feeling what they’re feeling overwhelms me. It’s difficult when you’re capable of foretelling what is to occur as well. How do you tell a guy to not to kill himself when you don’t even know him but when you accidently make eye contact with him you’re capable of seeing him attempt suicide later on in his life? Maybe at the moment he was not even contemplating suicide so I decide to contain myself and keep my visions a secret. When it does happen though, the guilt slowly withers me but no one can know. I’m old now, almost 21. No one knows I still get what feels like phantoms that will forever follow me everywhere I go. I try my best to ignore it though; my “gift” is something I guess I’ll never learn to embrace.
DeleteAnother Assignment...Not sure what it is.....
ReplyDeleteAn Ode to Light Bulbs and a Piece of Advice When Tap-dancing:
For all those living things out there, I can only hope that you have noticed the illumination that leaks out of your ceilings—WAIT MRS. G’S TAKING OVER. When the sun sinks below the trees and the night sky becomes easier to focus on, there’s one thing that manages to interfere with that source of natural light and beauty—electricity. Benjamin Franklin kicked it off and Thomas Edison took it to new heights with the transference of that light into a bulb. If you have ever been caught in a brown-out or a black-out, you have experienced an environment completely lacking in glaring, artificial light. Sleep has come to be directly associated with darkness, and so when the lights go out at only five-thirty P.M. during the winter, the mind prepares itself for sleeplike circumstances. Without the blessed light bulb, any type of work—this includes activities ranging from homework to paperwork to reading— is made significantly more difficult. In the modern age in which we exist, one can play a simulation of a soccer or baseball game on a stormy, dark evening all in the comfort of one’s living room. The invention of the light bulb was a springboard for the constantly busy, technology-based twenty-first century and it truly deserves our forevermore admiration. So whenever you flip on a switch or change a light bulb above your bathroom sink, deeply ponder how different your day would be without that extra boost telling you, “don’t worry, just keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll make sure that you can” (followed by a heartwarming wink).
So I know that you’ve been thinking about tap-dancing lately, and if you haven’t been, then you’re definitely about to be because tap-dancing is practically one of America’s pastimes. It looks a lot like what they do in the movie Footloose mixed with a sort of marching motion. Essentially, tap-dancing is the world’s bridge to the soul of humanity. There are many styles that have been derived from it, and they include a range of feet speeds. When tap-dancing—regardless of the venue or occasion—it is absolutely crucial to tie your shoes because you’re about to be galloping and gallivanting across the floor, and if Pretty Woman has taught anyone anything, it’s that mistakes do happen—big mistakes—huge. The clock of autumn is clicking away still, so I will leave you with this last piece of advice: if you have the chance, I hope you dance—but if that means tap-dancing, then watch out for objects strewn on the floor or brooms that drop from their hooks and sweep you off your feet.
I began walking very slowly towards this big building that stands before me. Looking at it scares me, but I know that it is the right thing to do. Just looking at it now makes me realize that this is where I’m going to be staying. I walked in and looked around the waiting room. I saw some scared people, people with burns, some people coughing, and some people who were just sitting with some of the patients that are in here. I walked slowly towards the receptionist to tell her that I am going to be staying here. I got up to see her better and it seemed like she wasn’t normal. She looked as if she had blue skin with purple eyes and long curly red hair. I looked at her and started talking to her. She then gave me the key to my new room and I left her, turning back to her as I walked away.
ReplyDeleteI got to my new room; it was weird how I was not escorted to it. I walked in and it was completely dark. I turned on the light. The room was plain, with white walls, a white bed, with white sheets and blankets. I put my two suitcases down and shut the door behind me. I stood there just looking around my room, and then I decided to sit down on the bed. I sat there and thought about what I just got myself into.
I ended up awaking from a strange dream. I didn’t remember even falling asleep. I sat up in my bed and went over to try to open the door, but the door knob was extremely hot. I tried again and it was still burning. I turned around and there was a lady in the corner of my room. She looked like the receptionist from earlier today, only she was in a nurse’s uniform. She told me I needed to lay down back in bed and rest for a while, then walked out of the room as easy as possible, like the door was unlocked. She then closed the door and I was alone again, sitting on my bed.
I woke up to it being dark in my room. There are no windows for any source of light. I have to admit, it was creepy. As I started to sit up, a shadow moved in front of me. I grabbed my sheets and pulled them closer to my head. I then looked again and the shadow was sitting right in front of me, just staring into me. I laid back down and wished for it to go away, I looked up again and it was gone.
The next morning, I went to breakfast like everyone else. I sat down next to an elderly man who had burn marks on his face and his left arm. I then proceeded to ask him if he has seen any ghosts here. He didn’t say anything at first, but then he began to laugh. Then stopped and turned to me and looked me in the eyes and said, “Well of course there is. Didn’t you hear about what happened here? Such a sad story. Maybe I will tell it to you sometime, but I’m too tired today, maybe another time.” The old man got up and walked with the nurse back to his room. I then got up and went back to my room as well. I laid on my bed and fell asleep once again.
I awoke and felt mad and confused. Why was I in this room I thought, then it hit me. I reached over to get the glass of water I left on the table next to me, but it was
gone. I then sat up and saw the old man sitting at the bottom of my bed. He then took a sip of the water that I couldn’t find. “So do you want to hear the story of what happened here?” The old man said as he finished my water. I nodded and we both got up and went into the hallway.
DeleteHe then took me down this hallway I haven’t seen yet which led to a big open room. The room was black and smoke was coming off the walls and ceiling. He then told me how the fire started in here and the firefighters didn’t make it in time. It was the gym for all the little kids to play in. We then walked out and the hall was now on fire, the walls were in flames, he told me that the fire continued down the hallways towards the other rooms down here. We walked by all the rooms and they were on fire as well. It was starting to get more creepier by the minute. We kept walking and we finally got to the end of the hallway where he said, and this is my room. In nineteen thirty two, I died in this room because of the fire, the nurses didn’t come and save me, nobody did. I laid in the bed and watched the flames come in. I then turned to him and he was gone. The fire was out and everything was gone. It was dark and black as if everything was on fire. I then ran towards the waiting room and everything was gone. The desk where the blue lady told me where my room was, was still there but everything else was gone. Burned to a crisp. I then turned around and the shadow came out and it was the old man once again. “You faced your fears living with ghosts. See boy, there is nothing to be afraid of.” He then turned around and disappeared and I was left in the empty place with nothing and no one.
He saw them all of them, things moving, shadows in the lights, movement throughout the house. The doors creaked open and slamming shut, the rocking chair rocking, the cabinets opening and closing, the stove turning on, and the house full of movement, not created by him. For two years now he has seen the sights of what he says are ghost. He lived there alone except for the ghost that talked to him softly throughout the day. The sound of loud footsteps running up the stairs woke him form a dead sleep. Then he finally realized he could not handle it anymore, and gave up. He realized he needed to check into the mental institute in the next town over. He went back to sleep considering it was too late at night to go and check himself in, so wanted to wait till morning. The next day he got up got dressed and drove to the mental institute to go check himself in. He parked the car and walked right in. Siting at the welcome desk was a younger woman that was in about her twenties and was very pale as he described her, waiting to check people in. He walked right up to the desk and told her, he would like to check himself in, and that he has been seeing ghost and hearing them talk. She called over some people to escort him to his room. The two mean walked him to his room and locked the door behind him. The room was white, with just one window that let in a little bit of sunshine, a bed, and a desk, was the only things in the room. He described everyone who worked there as pale, and almost fake like. There were about twenty patients in the whole institute, and about fifty people that worked there. They all looked very pale according to him. He quickly learned the routine that day. They eat three meals a day, at ten a.m., two p.m., and six p.m., every day, they would come to get him to bring him to the cafeteria and then bring him back to his room when he was done. The day was long, but he saw no signs of ghost, he heard no one talking to him, and no strange things were happening. He was not too happy with the way he had to spend the rest of his life, but he was happy he did not have to go another day with living with ghost. Every day was the same, they brought him to the cafeteria at ten, two, and six, then he went right back to his room. Months went by and the same thing every day, the same people, same room, same everything. He did not like the idea of staying at the place, but he was finally sane because he did not see any more ghosts. He felt at peace knowing that there was not any ghost haunting him as he slept, and talking control of his home. Even though it was the same thing every day it still was the best thing for him. Except one day, changed everything. There was a police officer sitting in the vacant parking lot across the street from the mental institute at about 10:30 a.m. and noticed him walking through the hall into a room in the building, and there was no one with him. The officer got out of his car and walked across the street and into the building. He waked up the stairs and stopped in front of his door.
ReplyDelete“Sir please open the door, you are trespassing.”
“You have to open it he replied, I cannot from in here.” He replied.
He opens the door in and starts to question why he is there.”
“Why are you in here? Did you see the no trespassing sign on the door this place has been closed for a reason, and not one should be in here?”
“What are you talking about there is other people here. These nice people have been taking good care of me and have been keeping the ghost away.”
“Sir, there is no one here, but you and me.”
“No there are more people.”
“No not at all. You have been trespassing and no its time to leave lets go.”
The police officer takes the man out of the vacant mental institute and takes him to an open one. He realized that the people he was seeing were all ghost and the ghost have been taking care of him at the closed mental institute.
Fashion was always changing, and Kevin didn’t have the time, patience, or concern to care. He had his own problems. He was insane, and he has been since day one. He’s been seeing the most grotesque images, and nothing helps. Not the therapy, not even the pills, and that’s way he’s here; in this mental institution known as Canterbury Hospital for the Impaired. “Impaired” meant insane, but this place sugar coasted things and that’s why Kevin liked it. The nurses were all very lovely; they wore all different kinds of style. Some had their hair nice and braided, like they’re in the seventies and others had it styled like his mother’s used to be in the sixties. The nurses’ uniforms were not identical and he liked that, it added variety to a place that should have been dull and dreary. He had been at Canterbury for ten months, and was very friendly with everyone. The place itself had a fifties feel to it, and was so big that Kevin still hasn’t explored it all.
ReplyDeleteHis favorite nurse, Stacy, would take him on secret tours when it was a slow day. They were actually very close friends, but he was worried about her. She had these bruises around her neck, and Kevin was afraid she was being abused at home. He could never pucker up the courage to ask her though. Due to the bruises, he never tried to touch her; it was always her guiding him. There was one time, whilst their exploring, she grabbed him and hauled him away from a ward. She had called it the Severe Nuthouse, because he wasn’t crazy and neither was anyone else in his ward, but people in there had lost their minds completely. Every time they passed it, he could see a shadow of fear haunt her face. On days when Stacy didn’t work, he hung out with his neighbors, Debbie and Pat. He could tell from just looking at her that Debbie was here for severe depression. Pat had a bit of a temper, and the two often fought but Kevin could break up their fights before Debbie cried. He assumed Pat was here for temperament issues. Debbie had these scars all over her body, and her wrists were always covered by sleeves. He never noticed the blood dripping from them or even soaking through them. Since Pat had such anger issues, Kevin spent has little time with him as possible. Since they didn’t hang out too much, how could Kevin see the torn part of Pat’s shirt that was soaked in blood? Stacy worked as much as she possibly could, and so the days Kevin spent with Pat and Debbie were rare. What were they doing when he wasn’t around?
Debbie roamed the halls freely, without an escort…it was too late to keep her from doing anything she regretted. She would find herself in the child’s ward the majority of the time. Her wails of sorrow were what kept curious bystanders from entering the building. She would go to the familiar white crib by the window. She had placed it there when she first arrived so that Jonathan could have light at all hours, whether it was the sunlight or the moonlight. That was before he was born, feelings change afterwards. It’s a dangerous thing, having a baby while suffering from severe depression. In this case, for Debbie and Jonathan, it turned out to be fatal. Every night, Debbie walked towards this familiar spot to this familiar crib. As she wailed, she lifted the familiar dead weight from the crib. As the wet cloth dripped through her clothes, she wailed some more. Nights after fighting with Pat, the wailing was worse. That wailing was what earned her the name, ‘the Wailing Woman.’
Pat would sit in his room on the nights he didn’t hang out with anyone else. His therapist had noted that he would do better in isolated conditions. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to know this, but he needed to know. He hated when people sugar-coated things, that’s why he killed his therapist and to get to the notes. The notes sounded like a solution to him at the time: to control his temper, he needed to be away from people. But how could he do that when he had a family? The answer was simple to him, kill his family. The police caught him and threw him in here before he ever got the chance. Then Debbie offed him before he could “isolate” himself in Canterbury. It was at the dinner time, after she had had her breakdown. He felt kind of bad for her in truth, but she was just the same as he was. They were both wacko murderers. She killed him during one of their fights where he had been trying to convince her of that fact. It didn’t matter now; not when her new name was the Wailing Woman and he would cause the deaths of any trespassing teenagers. It especially didn’t matter since Kevin arrived and could see them and every other lost soul here. Stacy was trying to protect him from the truth, but all Pat wanted to do was to tell him…no sugar coatings.
ReplyDeleteStacy looked particularly sad on this dreary Monday morning. She had woken Kevin up without any of her usual pep; in fact she looked quite teary eyed. Nonetheless, she ushered him out of his room very quickly and they didn’t go back there once that morning. Debbie wasn’t at breakfast, so he sat with Stacy and Pat. Pat would just look at him sadly, but wouldn’t say anything. Maybe it was just the Monday-morning blues. The whole dining hall was quiet and it made him uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat and asked Pat where Debbie was. Pat looked at him, opened his mouth but the wailing noise drowned him out. “Say that again,” Kevin requested but Pat just shook his head. Stacy’s tour that day was an old one, but Kevin didn’t want to nag her. Ever since he got here, the hallucinations had stopped. When the pair passed the Severe Nuthouse, Stacy stopped dead in her tracks. She told Kevin to go on without her and that she would catch up. Her face was turning red and blue, and her breathing turned shallow. Not wanting to argue, Kevin continued on back to his room. Pat was leaning against his door, refusing to get out of Kevin’s way, “You don’t want to go in there. The smell is horrid, just happened this morning.” Kevin was too worried about Stacy and was in no mood for these games. He busted into his room and was overwhelmed by the smell. It was the smell of death, and the source was his own body, hanging from the ceiling fan. That’s when all the memories came back to him, the news from Pat about who they all were. Ghosts. The fight with Stacy about betrayal and lies, the tears. The feeling of hopelessness and then the rope. He collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by emotions. When he had ended it, it was to get away from everything…not become it. A sigh from the doorway drew him away from his thoughts. Stacy, Pat and Debbie were standing in the doorway. He saw them all clearly for the first time; in finally seeing them, he saw himself and his eternal fate here at the abandoned Canterbury.
“Why isn’t anybody here?” Pedro asked.
ReplyDeleteHe roamed around the old institute. The old man who was around his seventies has been seeing ghosts lately. When he was young he would always tell his parents the he saw demon like figures in his closet. They never believed him. They thought that he was being a regular kid asking for attention. Well these images never left his mind. When he walks down the street and sees ghosts hovering over bodies. He screams because he sees that these ghosts are nothing like Casper the friendly ghost. The final straw was when he was on a date with his girlfriend. His wife died when they were celebrating their 20th anniversary. It took him a long time to finally get on the market. Pedro and Rosa got married when they were thirty. She died when she was fifty and he couldn’t imagine himself with another woman. He promised himself that he would never let a woman that he loved get hurt. He has such a big heart that he sometimes question why these things happen to him. Well after his wife die he has been on a search for her ghost but hasn’t found it yet. After her death he has seen more ghost than ever before.
“Hello?!” Pedro screamed into the empty hallway.
Pedro kept walking and walked into a room that looked like a hospital room. He walked in and saw a paper bag on the bed. He walked over and carved into the bed was the name Betty. He looked over to see that bag was placed at the length like a humans body would be. He saw that there was a zipper and he unzipped it and saw a dead woman. He jumped back to see that he knew this woman’s face. He thought long and hard.
“Oh God.” He said to himself.
Right when he said this a ghost came out of the bag. The ghost looked down at him and hissed at him. He walked close to the body not bothered about what just happened. He looked closely at the face. He touched her.
“You can’t be Beth’s mother.” He whispered.
Beth was the woman that he dated. He stopped going out with her because he didn’t want these ghost that were after him to harm her. Everything good that would happen to his life would quickly just leave it as quickly as it came in. One day he went over to Beth’s house and he saw a picture of her mother; Betty. Betty was kidnapped when Beth was five. Beth remembers some of the things that happened. She says that she was sitting and playing outside. A guy went up to her and asked her several questions. She was scared and ran back inside with her mother. Beth didn’t close the door so the strange man followed her. When she was in the kitchen the guy went in with her. Her mother pushed her back and covered her. The man reached in his pocket and grabbed the mother, he left with the mother. Beth was forced to go to a therapist. All she had was a picture of her before she left.
“This can’t be Betty.”
He reached around looking for a piece of paper or anything. After five minutes he gave up and took a deep breath.
“Look under the bed.” A voice said.
He looked under and there was a note. It said:
I’m trapped in here with nothing to do. I don’t know what happened to my daughter. I miss her. She has to be stuck with her father. I bet he abuses her. I was almost out of my terms. Oh God. I want my daughter back. I was young when I had her but still I have not changed. If she saw me she would recognize me. I want my baby. Please get me out. I’m here to die. I hear something. Well this may be the last time I will get to write. Goodbye my daughter, Beth.
“Betty?” Pedro questioned.
DeleteBetty appeared in front of him. Her face changed and he took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe that this was her. She stood in front of him looking straight ahead at him.
“Do I know you?” She asked him.
“No but I know your daughter.” Pedro responded.
“Mi higa? My daughter? How is she doing?” Betty asked.
“She is good but I can take you to her for you can see her. Beth used to go out with me but anything happy that comes in my life quickly die off…if you understand what I mean.” He responded.
“Take me to her. Please now.” Betty pleased.
“I will on one condition.” Pedro told her.
“What’s your condition?” Betty questioned Pedro.
“You probably know my wife. I never told anyone this. I heard that when she died they lied to all of us and buried her here. I got told that the person that was in charge on burying her hated her and he decided to throw my precious wife here.” Pedro told Betty.
“Tell me her name. Even though I’ve been hiding in a bag…us ghosts aren’t good at whispering.” Betty said.
“Rosa.” He whispered.
“I heard of her. I heard she is skinny and is short. But people say that she is the sweetest thing alive.” She told him.
“That’s my beloved Rosa. Take me to her and I will take you to Beth.” Pedro said.
Betty shook her head and went around the asylum. Ghost always roamed around in the day. These ghosts found it easier to haunt people at night. While others didn’t care they just wanted revenge. Pedro lost Betty because she went through a door and Pedro wasn’t paying attention. Pedro ended up in a big empty room. He saw a closet in the corner. It reminded him of the first closet that him and Rosa got together. He walked over and saw a note on the closet. It said:
Walk into the closet. Your dreams will be fulfilled.
Pedro grabbed the note close to his heart. He looked around and saw that nothing was near him. He opened the door and put a foot in. A big gush a wind went pushing him in. Pedro fell into the closet. The door quickly locked. Pedro tried to push it open but the door wouldn’t budge. He began to bang on the door but nothing. The more he tried to open the door the closer the space got. It came to the point that Pedro couldn’t move. Pedro knew that his time had ended. He closed his eyes and thought of Rosa.
Outside of the room ghosts were wondering about. Betty was chained and two ghosts were pushing her. The ghosts threw her to the ground in front of this big ghost. Two ghost coughed and the ghost turned around.
“What do you want from me?” Betty screamed.
“Oh nothing much….well truth is I want to torture you.” The strange ghost responded.
“Why what have I done to you? I don’t even know you!” Betty yelled.
“But you know two people that I hate!” The ghost told her.
“Who?” Betty screamed.
“Who else but your daughter……Go after her daughter….Take her out of my presence and make sure she regrets ever being here.” The ghost demanded.
“Noooo!” Betty screamed.
“Rosa, what do you want us to do now?” A ghost asked her.
“Leave” The ghost quickly left, “Oh, my beloved Pedro….how dare you try to be happy? What happened to eternal love? Oh well, too bad that’s gone as long as you are a ghost I FORBID you to be happy. I can be happy but you can’t. Slowly die with your eternal love. Hypocrite.” Rosa said while walking away from the door.
Ryan P. Tunison - Alternate Assignment(Irish Poetry Forms)
ReplyDeleteAe Freslighe I
Fallen to desperation,
Left to seek for a while,
Barred by that separation,
Never to glance that smile.
With a sole priority,
As roses stain complexion
You smite all oratory,
A flaw in my reflection.
Beauty of all; opinion,
Romance that was befallen,
Our fate a clipped pinion,
For our love remains fallen.
Ae Freslighe II
Unknown romance; unheeded,
Eternal in crepuscule,
My feelings are unneeded;
A heart She sees minuscule.
To exclaim that cowering
As ceaseless is love’s carving,
With that beauty flowering,
Of a romance left starving.
My heart ever persisting
To let out a love renown
To a mind still resisting;
A spark of Her still unknown.
I was well aware that I developed a horrific problem within age. I was able to see things that only few saw. Some may say that it’s a gift but I view it as a curse. I see things that I wish would just disappear. I have to communicate and deal with things that aren’t even there. I’m crazy and I’m sick and tired of this. I’m just in search of some help.
ReplyDeleteI’ve dealt with this problem almost my entire life. Sadly it’s only gotten worse. Thankfully I’m a very intelligent man so I am able to figure out what is wrong with me. If only I was able to figure out how to stop it. The sad thing about this is that I don’t think that it could be stopped. I’m at the point where I don’t care what I have to go through for this finally to be over. I’ve gone through enough already that nothing could be worse.
My curse has got me into a lot of trouble. I will be in public places screaming and chasing people that are supposedly there. At that time when it happens I truly do believe that these people are real. I don’t know what gets into me. It’s almost as if my body and mind are being taken over by an evil possession. The worst part is that this happens to me at any time, almost every day. Since I have this problem, I have been restricted of getting myself any type of job. Like I’ve said before, I’m very educated so it’s a shame that all my intelligence goes to waste. No matter how hard I try to fight this, I just cant. My only hope now is to get checked into a mental institute that I looked up on the internet. It has gotten only good reviews so I feel that they will be able to help enormously. This may be a drastic move, but drastic problems call for drastic changes.
Today is the day that this is all going to happen. I’m going to check in. I pray that while I’m doing it I don’t start seeing things or people that prevent me from getting help and checking in. I just have to keep my mind distracted so that it doesn’t drift to the bad side. As I drive up to the institution, I slowly feel myself being taken over. I’m started to vaguely see people from the corner of my eyes shaking their heads no at me. This makes me think that this is the wrong choice. I want to turn around and go back but I can’t. The normal me is still here and pushing me to go forward towards help. I’m here. I have hit my destination. I jet to the building because someone is crawling up behind me trying to take me away. I scream and start kicking. Why is no one coming to help me? I’m screaming loud enough to be heard. No one is coming. I keep screaming because they are pulling me away. I need to get in, I will stop at nothing. The doors won’t open, but that won’t stop me. I find rocks and break in. In search of help I start screaming for a nurse. One comes running toward me with a smile on her face. “We’ve been waiting for you. So glad that you have come.” She says. I felt a sense of relief. I was about to get the help that I needed. As I’m brought to my room, they start chasing me again. There are tons of them. I panic and just start beating them. They need to stay away from me; I won’t let them mess this up. They are attacking from all angles. I don’t see where I could go to find help. The nurse has disappeared, and I’m left here all alone to safe myself. There is nothing to do but to get in the fetus position. I shut my eyes and just start screaming, in hopes that someone will come for me. No one does.
Thankfully I screamed myself into reality. I sat there, lost and confused. All the people and images stated to fade away. It was the bad side; I drifted to far away to catch myself and push myself back. I was sitting in the hallway of an abandoned institution. I can’t believe what I got myself into. I got up quickly and headed to my car before they could come pull me back.
This is extremely haunting. I really like the pace of this; it helps to evoke a sense of terror. The relentlessness of this presence that won't let the speaker alone is really palpable. Great job.
Delete*Write a story about a character that dies in their sleep and wakes up as a ghost. What happens next?*
ReplyDeleteKellan suddenly awoke from a nightmare in which he was being violently strangled to death by a burglar who had broken into his house. He could actually feel himself being choked, no air was getting into his lung and a feeling of desperation overwhelmed him. Glad that the dream was over, he sat in his bed but still felt sort of peculiar. He decided to look around his house just to make sure everything was alright and nothing bad had happened.
Walking into the kitchen, Kellan discovered the glass door had been broken. He was soon overcome by fear and ran up to check on his little sister first. He found her to be sound asleep and tucked in as he had left her after a bedtime story. He then proceeded to check into his mother’s room and that is where he made the horrid discovery. There she was, gasping for air
with a large slit on her throat, trying to call out for help but no sound would come out.
“Mom!” he yelled, “what happened to you?! Who did this?!”
She did not even look up at him; it seemed as though she did not notice his presence or even hear his voice. He went over to help her but realized that he could not have physical contact with her; some sort of force shield was around her.
“What is going on?!” Kellan become frantic.
He could hear police sirens outside; a neighbor must have called once they heard the break-in. They rushed past him, not aware of him standing in the doorway, and the paramedics took care of the dying woman. She was rushed into the ambulance and Kellan tried to tell an officer that his sister was still in the house and needed to be looked after but they did not hear him.
“How can this be?!” He did not know what do, “how do I go unnoticed?!”
Kellan hurried back to his room to see if there were any signs of the intruder only to make another horrid discovery which he had not noted before. There he found his body; lifeless, pale, cold, with the eyes sunk into his skull.
He thought, “How am I dead? I am standing right here… that can’t be my body. It can’t be!”
He walked over to the bathroom to wash his face; maybe the sight of his mom had left him with an altered state of mind causing him to imagine things. But when he walked into the bathroom, there was no reflection on the mirror before him. The water did not wash his face, he could not even cup it in his hands.
“Am I… d-d-dead?” he asked “was I actually k-k-killed?”
He went to take a better look at his body which was now being examined by officers and then was carried away, covered by a black tarp. So he was indeed dead, physically at least. The burglar had managed to choke him to death, it was not a dream. It was real life all along. And now here he was, in some sort of a spirit form, going unnoticed by all, not being able to touch anything or speak.
He remembered going to church and the vivid picture they painted of the afterlife. It was supposed to be peaceful, happy, where one could be at ease. It was supposed to be the “better place” in which his father had gone to just a few years prior. “How good is this?!” thought Kellan, “ I just witnessed my mother suffering, my sister crying at the news of my death, not being able to comfort her or tell her that I am actually fine. How is this any better?!” He searched for any signs of his father, thinking maybe he would be in the same state as he but he could not find him, or anyone else like him for the matter.
DeleteKellan now had supernatural abilities, never experienced before in human form. He did not actually walk; it was more of a gliding gesture or a smooth transition from a place to another. He moved quicker, could see things differently, and connect with a certain part of people- their souls he assumed. Kellan went to the hospital in which his mom was recuperating, doing very well actually and recovering at a fast-pace. She is strong, he thought, all she has left now is her strength to move forward and be there for Lilly.
Kellan learned that he was in a state of purgatory, in which his fate was being decided. He read old books from his bible class and had presentiments, sort of impulses as to what he should be doing. He did not last much longer in the human world. His last moments were spent beside his mother and sister, it was quite a peaceful sight. They sat in his room, looking through old photos and watching videos from their childhood.
A bright light shone all around him and everything else became a blur. He knew it was time, that the light was there to guide him. He followed it and there he was in the “better place” they promised, reunited at last with his father.
(Cell phone rings)
ReplyDelete“Hello” said Mark bewildered.
“Hey it is me Amy, and I wanted to know you could do me a favor.” said Amy frightened.
“Oh… um… yeah sure why not. But what are you doing so late.” Mark questioned.
“Well… um I want to go investigate the house down the block; for some paranormal activity.” Amy stated excitedly.
“Oh… yeah about that I have to walk my dog now so I can't make it.” Mark said hesitantly.
“Oh common you don't have a dog, stop being a scaredy cat and make me company.” Amy said with command.
“Fine… and I am not scared.” Mark proclaimed.
(He hangs up.)
While Mark is walking down the street he sees a street light flicker but he manages to see a vague humanoid figure under it.
“Amy!” Mark yells looking at the light.
“Yeah!” Amy yells at Marks ear standing right next to him.
“Whoa, when did you get here?” Mark asked puzzled.
“I just came why?” Amy asked.
“Um… never mind that did you see that person (he turns and looks at the steady light) over… there… under… the … light? (Amy looks over) Never mind I’m going crazy.” Mark stated.
They continue to walk down the street heading to the “Haunted House”. They arrived Mark takes a look at the fence surrounding the house and notices that the gate is locked. Therefore he turns over to look at Amy but she is gone. He panics and flails around in search of Amy. But then he spots her on the top of the fence.
“Are you going to climb over?” Amy asked.
With a confused and scared face Mark hesitated to grab the fence. Once they are on the other side Mark hears a violent yell that echoes out of the house and Amy and Mark both speed over the fence and run home. However Mark again spots the vague humanoid figure in the distance so Mark while running mumbles, “I am done.” and takes a sharp right and heads down the street to the local Mental Institute. He runs into the closed doors and bangs repeated yells for help. However he feels like time stops but at the same time he is being helped by a couple of people through the door and into a room.
“What is going on? Where am I? Who are you?” Mark is mumbling.
ReplyDelete“Well sure you have a lot of questions for a man who just ran into our door asking for help.” the doctor states. Mark passes out. Hours later he wakes up in a room, he looks out of the door and the institute looks as busy as ever. Mark calls for a nurse; the nurse walks in.
“Yes sir what is wrong?” the nurse asks.
“What am I here for?” Mark questions.
“Well last night you came in asking for help because you said that there was a ghost following you, and that only you saw it that your friend… Amy did not.”
“Oh… well I’m fine now can I go?” Mark asked.
“I'm afraid that is going to be a not.” the nurse stated firmly.
“But. But. But why I feel so much better I was probably just seeing things it is okay.” Mark stated.
“Nope you are staying here forever until we run test on you and find out if it was actual paranormal activity or you were just seeing things.(She begins to walk out) oh and these test hurt and last years.” She said with an evil eye.
Mark is going crazy he has no idea of what is going on or where he is. This is because he realizes there are now more medical institutes in his town they were all shut down do to harsh treatments. Mark tries to talk to other patients but they all ignore him and act like he is invisible. Mark has been in the institute for days now but he has had enough he punches the nurse and runs out the door into the street and the street was called 4th street. He is still running heading to Amy’s house, he arrives and sees Amy.
“Mark Mark Mark Mark!” she yells.
“What, I can hear you.” Mark states.
“Mark common wake up… (she begins to cry) please don’t be dead.” She mobs.
“Dead? Why would I be dead and wake up? What?” Mark is questioning. (Amy rises backs her hand and lets it go full force to Marks face.) Mark instantly wakes up.
“Ouch!” Mark yells.
“Oh you’re alive; I thought you died when you fell off the top of the fence.” Amy is babbling.
“What? I fell. How long was I out?” Mark is asking.
“A couple of hours I waited here for you.” Amy states. They begin to walk back home and they pass 4th street. Mark takes a look down the street and sees an abandoned building. That’s when it hits him all the memories but he decides to keep it to himself.
When jonnys mom woke him up from his dream he realized that George had passed away a few years ago and he wasn’t crazy but he had a serious condition that made him think he was a kid again. So he would sometimes run around and act like he was a little kid. When he went into kid mode he would always bother his mom. “go back to sleep’ his mom yelled, he felt tired but wasn’t really sure if he was sleepy until suddenly he blinked his eyes and he was in bed again. He would always experience things like this but he didn’t really pay attention to it. When he woke up he was in a hospital bed, it had everything in it but he wasn’t really hurt so he couldn’t be there for injury so he wasn’t really sure why he was in the hospital. “DOCTOR DOCTOR “ he yelled in a exciting voice. When nobody answered he went into the hallway and asked the nearest doctor he could find”whos my doctor” she replied “ I don’t know let me look it up for you and tell you” she went around the desk and looked . “ I believe you had doctor fi” let me page her “can we please have doctor fi to the front please” she said on the loud speaker. Once doctor fi came to the front he asked “why am I hear” just go into the room and ill be right with you ok go doctor fi said.as he walked into the room he saw a teddy bear so he went to go pick it up. “oh snap where did the teddy bear just go” he said in a shocked voice, I must have problems I just saw a bear sitting in that chair. Oh snap let me go wash my face or something. Doctor fi walked in and told him to get back in the bed. To jonny it seemed as if it was always time to sleep but he didn’t mind it, who doesn’t like sleephing huh?. He got in the bed and saw the teddy bear in the other room across from him.”there the teddy bear goes I knew there was a teddy bear in here somewhere. He got up and went to get the teddy bear, picked it up and went and layed back in the bed. As he blinked he saw a light coming from the end of the door but it wasn’t day time so where could that light be coming from?. As he blinked two more times the light went away, he was kinda frightened but he wasn’t really worried about it. Sun shining in his face as he woke up but he have seemed to wake up in a chair in the loby but he wasn’t sure why. He got up with a confused look on his face but he didt really care about that so he went on about his business . he walked pass his room and wondered why he didn’t get his food yet, it was waay past breakfast and the doctor still didn’t get him his food. “WHERES MY FOOD” he screamed oh yea nobody wants to answer me huh so he flipped the table and walked to the front desk. Where is my nurse , I still didn’t get my food and its already 1:00 , you know what I want
ReplyDeleteto speak to the boss. He went into the other room demanding to speak to the boss until he heard a ladies voice “ in here” he looked with a satisfying look on his face “ ahhh finally I can speak to the person that runs this place” he yells across the room “ one of your employies still haven’t given me my food and it’s already lunch time and I haven’t ate breakfast or dinner” he walks in the room and it all he saw was the teddy bear that was there in his dream last night. : oh what are you doing in here I thought you was in the room with old man Jenkins “ he took the bear to the room old man Jenkins was in and went to look out the window. “ its night time already just a few minutes ago it was day time” he said. He saw that light again in the end of the hall way so this time he went and checked it out. He saw a man in the hallway. “ hey what are you doing in here this time of night” “ im checked in here I think I got surgery or something jonny says “ you need to get out of here before I call the police the janitor says. Jonny stands there with a confused look on his face. “ what”. After the janitor calls the police jonny explains everything to the cops and he soon figures out that the hospital has been closed down for years and nobody was allowed to check into it. A few months later he was checked into a real mental institute and had gotten help.
ReplyDeleteI can’t take it anymore. These images haunt me. It’s not only in my head, I see it in front of me, behind me, besides me. They’re real. But they can’t be. Ghosts aren’t real.
ReplyDeleteBOOM. BOOM. BOOM. “ Explain that!” exclaimed a small boy.
“Well if it can’t be you, you’re too small.” I answered. Wait. Why am I talking to him? BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
“Well then, simply, explain me.” And he disappeared.
This is bad. He was right, I couldn’t explain what I kept seeing and I felt myself growing more frantic. I realized that I needed help. It was three years since my wife had died. She had been my rock, the only one who was always there for me. It was hard now, to live life without her. There was very little I could do without her. My dinners consisted of the same meals every day.
“Honey, what do you think I should do?” But there was no response. Why do these random ghosts show up, but not the only one I wish to see?
There was a scratching at the door. This one was different, not something scary. It was Peanut. I walked across the kitchen to open the back door. He waited patiently when he heard my footsteps approaching. When there was a small crack, he made room to make his body fit. Peanut smelled my shoes and jumped up to lick my fingers. After crying by his tray and drinking his water, Peanut sat in front of me and looked up. I had nothing to do. I didn’t feel the desire to play with Peanut. I leaned against the counter and let myself fall down until my bum reached the floor. The floor felt cold, but I stayed. Peanut ran over to me and positioned himself in my lap. “Oh, Peanut, what should I do?”
Suddenly, he began to bark. He ran three times around me, while looking around and barking. Peanut gave up and walked back to me. When the ghost appeared, Peanut didn’t react, he didn’t even notice.
“Why don’t you go out, take a walk? Or! You wanna play a game?” said a strawberry blonde haired girl.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I decided to pack my bags, since no one was around to help, I would have to help myself. What would I need? I thought to myself. Isa would always yell out, “Don’t forget your pajamas!” Every time we went on a vacation it would be the same thing, yet sometimes I still managed to forget them. She knew me too well and always brought extra ones for me in her bag. She knew I liked to pack my own bag or else she would have done everything perfect herself. This time her voice came into my head, repeating the same thing, “Your pajamas are on the bottom shelf dear”. I made sure they were the first things I put into my small, old, brown suitcase. It had been a while since I had used it. I caught a glimpse of Isa’s suitcase with a flower pattern on it. I was almost compelled to use hers rather than mine because like always, her things were kept better. How was it possible that we had used ours the same amount of times but hers still looked brand new?
And it had been years since I touched it. I decided to continue on packing my own bag, how crazy would I look carrying a woman’s bag without a woman by my side? Once I had packed my clothes, shoes, and toothbrush I was ready to go. I left Peanut with my neighbor, that old lady loved him so much it amazed me. I walked for half an hour until I realized I could simply hop on the train. When I finally was on the train it simply took me 6 minutes to reach my destination. No one came off with me. I reached the mental facility and saw that all the lights were on. “Why do businesses always do that?” I could imagine Isa questioning out loud, it was one of her pet peeves. I walked in trying to be courageous. I had never checked myself in anywhere, not even into the doctor’s office. It was crazy how much Isa did for me! Simple things I didn’t even appreciate. The reception lady was very kind and asked my reason for coming.
ReplyDelete“I keep seeing things. I know that sounds crazy. Well, you know how it goes. That’s why I’m here.” She told me it wasn’t just like that, I would have to go through tests and be diagnosed. Although the doctor wasn’t in today, she said I would be allowed to stay for the night anyway because it was getting dark out. I had never imagined these people would be so nice!
“Miss Luna will show you to your room,” said the receptionist and almost out of thin air she appeared. Miss Luna was very quiet and rather than talked signaled to follow her into my room, she brought out covers, pillows, and a small snack. I fell asleep quickly and awoke in the middle of the night. There was no one around when I walked to search for the bathroom. All the lights were off and none of the light switches worked. What is going on? It felt really cold and I began to feel frightened. When I called out, no one answered. I went to the reception desk and saw it messy and with spider webs. Is this a nightmare? I thought to myself.
“Honey!” I heard a musical, calming voice well out to me.
“Isa?” I searched and searched. “Isa, what’s going on? Where are you? Help me!” I felt her arms embrace me but I couldn’t see her.
“Oh, honey. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. Why did you come here? Can’t you tell?”
“Isa, I don’t understand. What are you saying?
“Michael, this place has been abandoned for years! How did you manage to spend the night?”
“Isa? Why did it take you so long to reach me? It’s been three years!”
“Can’t you listen to what I’m saying? Get out of here!”
Suddenly the floor began to shake, I opened my eyes and I could see the place better now. I had imagined it all. There were holes in the walls and the furniture was all over the place. Every step I took created a swirling dirt tornado. It was too late.
“Where’s the way out?!” I tried calling for help but the sound of the shaking building drowned out my voice. Large pieces fell around me. I was trapped. There was nowhere to go.
People are always looking at me. They all know my story even though they don’t know who I am. I did something terrible and everyone calls me crazy. Maybe I am but I feel like a normal person. My mom sent me away. She sent me to mental institution. The sound of that scares me. I packed my stuff and watched as my mom cried her eyes out in my father’s chest while my cab drove off.it was an hour away from home; I was wondering when I was going to be able to see my family again.
ReplyDeleteAs the cab pulled up to this scary mansion like building, he took my bags out of the trunk and placed them on the sidewalk. He drove off as a stood there not positive what to do next. There was a big creepy gate blocking my way to the door and I rang the doorbell that was covered in cob webs.
A lady with a raspy voice spoke and said “who is it”
I replied “um it’s Maybelle Smith. My mom sent me here”
The gate opened slowly and I picked up my bags and walked towards the door. When I approached the door, it opened with an old man in a butler outfit behind it. He waved me inside and he took my bags. I stood at the doorway confused and a little nervous. The man walked away and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to follow. I looked around and saw furniture covered with sheets and cob webs in all the corners. This play was creepy and I knew I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t see anyone. I was hoping I wasn’t alone. I heard a couple of girls laugh. Although I didn’t see them I was relieved I wasn’t alone. I walked down the hallway. I saw my bags in front of a close door and figured this was my room. I walked in to nothing but a twin size bed in the corner and an old looking dresser. It was an empty room and I didn’t feel comfortable at all in here. A little girl entered my room. The way she was dressed, she looked like she was born in a different century. She looked at me and smiled. She pointed at the window and I looked. Nothing was there and when I looked back at her she wasn’t there anymore. It only took me two seconds to look at the window and back at her; how did she leave so fast? I looked out into the hallway and no one was there.
No one was there to tell me what to do. I sat on this uncomfortable bed not sure of what to do. I got up to explore the house and I heard a laugh from under my bed. I chuckled because I finally figured out how that little girl disappeared so fast. I walked back to my bed and looked under smiling but there was no one there. I kept thinking in my head maybe my mom was right. Maybe I am crazy. I looked up and saw her in the reflection in my mirror. I turned around there was no one. I started to freak out a little because I’m seeing things. I don’t believe in ghosts but I just didn’t know how to explain this. I heard footsteps in the hallway and looked out. There were two old women in maid outfits walking away from me room.
DeleteI called out, “can someone help me. I don’t belong here”
When the women looked back at me, their faces were expressionless and looked like they were rotting. I couldn’t tell if I was losing my mind or if these people had crazy looking faces. I ran into my room and shut the door. I stood behind the door because I was scared that they would try and open it. I was starting to get scared for my life. Where was I? How could my mother send me to a place like this?
The windows were all shut and wouldn’t open. I ran towards the front door and it was still unlocked. I ran out without any of my luggage. I needed to find my way back home. I run for about a block just so I was away from that house. I turned around to make sure no one was around me. When I turned back around, the little girl I saw in that bedroom was standing right infront of me. I screamed as she took my arm and started pulling me back towards the house. She is only a little girl but she has the strength of a twenty five year old man. I screamed the whole way back but it was like no one was around to hear me or see me. As we entered the house, the door slammed shut and there was dozens of scary ghosts surrounding me. I was trapped.
Being dead is boring. I know that sounds strange, but it’s really true. Being dead is unimaginably boring. You know how boring it is when you’re waiting in line at the DMV for it to finally be your turn? Well, being dead is worse than that. At least when you’re at the DMV you’re waiting to do something and then once you’re finished you can leave and go do something less boring, but being dead isn’t like that, there isn’t anything to wait for, you just simply are dead, and that’s it.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Marcus Dougal, but to be perfectly honest, the only reason I know that is because it’s written on my tombstone. That’s another thing that sucks about being dead, you can’t remember anything about who you once were. All I have is my name, my dates of birth and death, and this dog that visits my grave every day.
It’s the craziest thing. This dog just wanders into the cemetery every day and sits and stares at my grave. He’s this giant dopey looking Mastiff. His collar says that his name is Titus. I guess he must have been mine when I was alive, I can’t imagine why else he would come and sit here all the time. He always comes for about an hour and a half, and then he trots away; back to where he came from I suppose.
According to my tombstone I was about twenty three when I died. It’s tragic to think about. I was so young, and I had so much to live for. Or at least I think I did. I just wish I knew how I died, or that I could remember my family, or that I could know that anybody out there cares that I’m gone besides this dog.
Now that I’m dead, I don’t really do much. I lean up against my tombstone and I just sit there, hoping that something will eventually change.
I was dead about three months before something finally happened. I was sitting up against my tombstone the way I do every day when Titus came running up to me. He sat down in the same spot he always did, tongue hanging out, panting away, but the only difference; today he wasn’t alone.
“Titus!” A little girl yelled, running up behind him. When she caught up she flung her arms around his neck. “Now I gotcha. Can’t run away from me now you silly puppy.” The dog was about four times her size and probably could have eaten her whole if he wanted to, but he stayed perfectly still, staring at my grave.
“Mommy!” The little girl yelled behind her. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Yellow ringlets bounced about her shoulders, and her adorable round face was overpowered by her huge green eyes. “Is this it?”
A woman came walking up to the grave and when she saw my name she paused for a moment. “Yeah baby,” she said after taking a deep breath. “This is it.” She handed a single red rose to the little girl. “Tell daddy what you have to say baby. He misses you very much.”
The little girl stood at my feet, the rose tightly gripped in her pudgy hands. “I turned three today daddy!” she exclaimed. “Grandma says that makes me a big girl now. Mommy got me this dress,” she said twirling around for me to see, “and I got lots of other stuff too! I’ve been wanting to visit you. I miss you a lot. I brought you this flower.” She took a step closer to me. “I hope you like it.” She placed the rose down in front of me and stepped back. “I love you daddy.”
ReplyDeleteThe woman behind her put her hand on the girls head. “That was really nice baby,” she said, the tears visible in her eyes. The woman was obviously young, but her face was grief stricken in a way that made her seem so much older. Her complexion was pale, her hair was disheveled and her shoulders were hunched; she looked worn down.
She took a step towards me and put a hand on my grave. In a low voice she whispered, “I’m sorry I haven’t visited,” she sniffled. “I just thought it would be too hard you your name engraved in stone like this. It is hard,” she said, looking down. “Really hard. I miss you so much Marcus. I miss you every day.” Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I promise that I’ll always love you.” She backed away from the grave and took her daughters hand. “Come on Lily. Say goodbye.”
“Bye, bye daddy,” she said waving.
They turned to go. “Let’s go Titus,” she said and the Mastiff got up, obeying her orders.
As they began to walk away something came over me. Somehow, I remembered them. I stood up and took a step towards them. “Rachel.” I blurted out.
The woman stopped, and slowly looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. She couldn’t see me, but I knew she’d heard me. She took a deep breath and began walking again. I watched them until they disappeared out of my view.
Once they were gone I settled back down against my grave and with a smile on my face I spent the rest of my time remembering my life.
He got to the entrance of the building and was taken aback by the amount of debris there was blocking the entrance. Of course the most important part of the building was in shambles, just his luck. He was about to turn and try the other buildings when he thought of the portal that led to the Academy. That was Void magic right? Transportation of matter was something he could do, on a certain level. He’d done it with books and stuff when he was lazy, but never with an actual person. If there was any time to start getting better, though, it was now.
ReplyDeleteHe summoned a void gate in front of him, trying to judge how much debris there was between him and the inside. The whole idea of teleporting into objects and getting stuck in them and dying was definitely a possibility. He was sure that when they created the Academy that there had to have been a few casualties in the portal. He took his best guess, set up the second portal and walked through, popping out safely past the rocks on the other side. He took a step forward and felt his feet stick to the ground a bit.
God, messing up a spell and getting Void ooze all over was the best.
He bent down to brush it off but found no ooze. If a Void mage messed up a spell it tended to make blackish purple gunk that would stick to everything and was just annoying. He hadn’t stepped in Void ooze though. He was standing in a pool of blood.
He turned around and saw a man who’d been crushed in the collapse of the entrance, only his legs remained. Behind him, luckily enough, was the Four Corners Tome sitting in the blood pool. He bent over to pick it up, and as soon as he touched it the sound of a bullet echoed through the building.
He grabbed the tome and dove behind the statue that stood in the middle of the room and closed his eyes. Bullets rang out all over the room, he jumped each time one hit the statue’s pedestal. A hush in the gunfire came, though. He could hear the sound of combat boots on stone running into position to trap hip. Apparently they must’ve been a relatively new squad, because if they were seasoned at all they would have seen the resemblance between him and his brother and retreated. One of the first rules of fighting a mage; never put them in a corner. He let loose a torrent of darkness from his palms into the air, completely covering it in darkness. Almost immediately he could hear the men screaming for each other and shooting at nothing in a panic. He infused his eyes with darkness and could see through the darkness he summoned with a purplish tint.
He got to his feet and took off towards a crack he spotted across from him, dropping to the floor and sliding feet first through it.
He kept his pace under the impression that they weren’t the only members of The Resistance present in the Academy. How they got in, he had no idea. Maybe a mage had been smart enough to switched sides, but unfortunately he wasn’t at that point yet. As he passed by the central building, he made eye contact with the mage surrounded by a Resistance squad, each with assault rifles in hand. Both of them froze.
“It’s Damian, open fire!”
ReplyDeleteDamian summoned a void shield on his left arm and defended himself as he ran for cover. The void shield was something he’d came up with, working just like a normal metal shield but sucking up bullets into oblivion instead of just deflecting them. He made it to cover and let the shield dissolve. He was starting to sweat. He hadn’t counted on having to use this much magic to get the tomes, he wasn’t sure how many more spells he had in him.
Damian took a second to catch his breath a bit and then took off towards the Shadow school. He knew they’d see him sprinting, but he was too exhausted to care. He would either get out by sheer luck or get shot in the head. Either would work, this business was way more stressful than he’d assumed. Not five steps into his sprint he heard the guns firing and felt streaks of cold air around his back. Water mage, eh? They could specialize in the manipulation of water to heal others or use it to harm, often in the form of ice, though there wasn’t a shortage of aggressive water spells.
Everyone in town had heard of Miles Creek. However, no one ever had the guts to spend the weekend up there, and we all knew why. There have been stories going around for years about Miles Creek. Stories that have been around for generations, but they were never good stories. They were always about people going missing, or being murdered. No one has gone up to the creek in over 7 years, because the last group of kids that went up, only two returned, and four went missing. Nobody knows if they were killed or just kidnapped. All anyone knows is that everyone in the town is too afraid to figure out the true story. Until one day, three courageous friends made the decision to go.
ReplyDeleteThe three boys who were all 17 years old at the time, made their journey two nights before Halloween. They left on a Thursday night so they would still be there for Halloween on that Saturday. The name “Miles Creek,” comes from the six mile road that you must drive down before you reach the creek itself. This road is not your ideal road. It is not some peaceful, beautiful, scenic drive in a park. It is a dark, dreary, death ridden pathway that legends have it, lead to your own.
They arrived at around 6:45 pm, and began to unload their luggage, food supplies, blankets and what not, into the cabin that was so conveniently located. Once they finally settled in, Eric, Sean and Anthony were laying down on the beds that were spread out in the one room log cabin. As they were talking, they started to hear noises outside the window. The three friends got up and peered outside only to find the branches swaying and rustling in the wind. Nervously, Eric looked at Sean and
Anthony and said, “We are okay guys, it was just the wind. No need to worry about anything.”
“Are you sure that is all it was?” Sean questioned.
“Yeah of course, all of those stories that people were telling us are just a bunch of myths. We are going to stay the weekend and not have to worry about a thing.” Eric reasoned.
Nodding, giving their approval, they began talking again until about 2 am, when they all fell asleep. They awoke late the next morning at about 10:30. They began trying to figure out their plans for the day. After a few minutes of discussing, they settled on just exploring the woods and taking a walk down Miles road. They had been wandering for a few hours when Sean said he had to go use the bathroom. Since they were in the middle of nowhere, he had to settle for finding a nice tree. Anthony and Eric just sat and observed the scenery while they waited for their friend. They waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, after 10 minutes went by, they began to worry. They called his name four or five times and not once heard any response. “What happened to Sean? Where did he go Eric?” Anthony asked worriedly.
“I have no idea dude; we have to go look for him.” Anthony retorted.
Hesitating, they both agreed and went out to search for their best friend. They decided to stay together because if something was out here, they would not be completely alone. The two friends were looking all through the woods for over a half hour and still had no luck.
ReplyDelete“Maybe he just went back to the cabin because he was not feeling well.” Anthony reasoned.
“Yeah that could be it. Let’s just head back and hopefully he will be there.” Eric agreed.
So they walked back to the cabin and immediately freaked out because there was no sign of Sean anywhere. “That is it man! I am going home!” Eric screamed.
“No! We cannot chicken out now. We said we would stay the whole weekend and that is exactly what we are going to do. I am sure Sean is just playing a sick joke on us and will turn up before the night is done.” Anthony reassured him.
Anthony and Eric tried to remain calm as much as they could. The panicking ended when the fell asleep late that night. They enjoyed their few hours of peace, or at least Eric did. When Eric woke the next morning, it was with a shriek. Now both Sean and Anthony were missing and Eric was going into a full panic attack and screamed at the top of his lungs. Flipping through all of the sheets and not finding anything but blood stains beneath all of the blankets. Speechless, Eric turned as white as a ghost. “I cannot do this anymore. I have to go home,” he said to himself.
He jumped into the car and sped off, not even bothering packing anything up. For that was not the top priority at this point. He just wanted to get back to safety and nothing else. When he arrived back home, Sean and Anthony’s parents were all at his house. Speechless again, he knew he would have to try and explain what happened.
“Where are the other boys?” Eric’s mother asked him.
“Uh, um… he had no idea how to say this. Nobody can go back to Miles Creek ever again.” He said briefly.
“What are you talking about son? Where are our boys?” Both Sean and Anthony’s parents questioned him.
“They will not be coming back anytime soon. I am almost certain they were both killed in the woods by a murderer out there.” Eric explained.
Before he finished getting his final words out, you could hear the police sirens in the distance, making their way to the creek, probably to never return either.
The year was 1930. Billy thought he was going crazy he was starting to see them again. When Billy was in his teens he used to have very serious dreams and he would see ghost and hear sounds in the night. Now they were coming back but even worst this time. Billy was actually feeling the ghost’s presence now, the air around him got cold and send chills up his spine. Billy tried to seek professional help but no one believed him. He stumbled upon an asylum one day. He figured this would be the best place for him to go to get it to stop.
ReplyDeleteHe opened the enormous steal door to an empty hall that was completely dark.
He called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”
There was no answer.
Billy decided to walk in. As he walked, the old floor began to creak. The hall was lined with rooms with a key hanging next to the door. Billy heard a moaning sound coming from one of the rooms. He took the key off the hook and put it in the lock he heard the click and opened the door. In the corner he saw a girl crying. He walked over to her and asked if she was okay. She didn’t answer at first. He asked the question again.
She then said, “I’m sad and lonely and I have been here by myself for I don’t know how long.”
He asked, “How did you get here?”
The girl told him she didn’t know. Billy was confused but wanted to help the girl. He told her he was going to help and told her to follow him. The girl agreed and got up and followed Billy out of the room. They walked farther down the hall. Billy was looking for answers, he asked the girl how old she was.
“I am 12, my name is Caroline,” she whispered.
Caroline was wearing a white dress; she had long blonde hair and was barefoot. Billy just wanted to help her but he wanted to know where all the other people were.
Billy and Caroline walked room to room, hallway to hallway just looking for anyone else.
They came upon a large room on the second floor. The room had about 20 bunk beds. Billy saw another little girl sitting on one of the beds. The girl asked if they wanted to play with her.
Billy asked, “What is your name?”
She answered, “My name is Sally.”
Billy asked if she wanted to come with them.
Sally paused before answering, “Okay.”
The three of them walked out of the room and to the next floor. Billy didn’t know where he was going. The girls were silent as they walked. Every step Billy took the ground would creak. A loud ring sounded in Billy’s ear. It was a constant sound that wouldn’t go away. He started to scream. The lights flashed on and off. Billy was blinded by the light. Billy just kept screaming, he didn’t see the girls behind him. Billy ran into the closest room. He opened his eyes and standing before him were hundreds of children asking Billy, “Will you play with us?”
At this moment Billy realized something wasn’t right. He turned and ran trying to get out of the Asylum. The lights were flashing on and off. Billy was terrified. He looked back and the children were gone. The girls were back.
Billy asked, “Where did you go?”
They said, “We were behind you the whole time.”
I didn’t see you he told them. Billy was confused and panicked.
“Let’s just get out of here.” He yelled.
They walked down the creaky stairs to the first floor. Billy kept hearing children’s laugher as we walked through the halls. Billy saw the light from the front door. He ran to it. He opened the door and ran outside. The girls stood in the door way.
“Come on,” Billy said.
“We can’t leave this is our home.”
“Billy we are ghosts.”
Billy was so surprised to hear this.
“What this whole time I thought you were real I saw you so clear.”
“Billy you have a gift being able to see us, you were able to bring us together. Thank you.” They said.
Billy looked at the sign on the door after closing it, It said the asylum was closed 50 years ago.
Alternate tortured assignment:
ReplyDeleteIt happened again. I don’t know why but it did. I can’t remember what happened in the past twelve hours. I remember going back to my room, but I don’t remember how I got back to the visiting room. The nurse tells me that she was here again. I wish I could meet her, but that’s kind of hard since we share the same body.
My niece used to be a very compassionate child. Well actually, she still is, most of the time. From a young age she loved animals and cared for other people. She had an adept sense for when someone was hurting or injured. All of that changed when she was eleven. And I remember the day vividly. I was driving behind my sister and her family. And when the car next to them swerved and lost control, I was forced to watch my sister, her husband, and my nephew in their final moments. When my niece was pulled out from the car she was unconscious. But when she woke up, she was a whole new person.
I wish my uncle was here. I miss him. I know he has to travel for work, but I don’t have friends here and I am lonely.
We rushed her to the hospital and on the way over she woke up. I had to tell her. I couldn’t hide it from her. She was a smart girl and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she already knew. Her parents and brother were dead.
The nurse came back again to give me my medication. Then it was time for visiting hours. I knew today I wouldn’t have any visitors so I took a nap instead.
The doctor came over and asked her what her name was. Her response was unusual. She got her last name wrong. I did not understand. Her last name is Watson. And she said her last name was Black.
When I woke up from my nap it was Halloween. Six months. I was her for six months.
I let it slide. Maybe she was confused. Maybe I misheard her. I told myself different things to keep myself calm. To be able to keep her calm.
I got up and called the nurse. A new nurse appeared. Apparently my old nurse had quit. She went to find the doctor and I relaxed on my bed, too afraid of what would happen if I fell asleep. When the doctor arrived he welcomed me back to my life. He said that my uncle was going to be in town tomorrow and I had a lot to look forward to. He would not give me any more details.
I realized I did not have to keep her calm. She was already calm. She did not seem to be affect by what had happened at all. She had a broken arm and a gash on her forehead but otherwise she was not worried about anything else. When I tried to talk to her she gave me this callous look that left me with the chills. It was like she barely recognized me. She wouldn’t laugh at my jokes or pay attention to my stories. Her personality had just gone stone cold.
It is almost time. I just watched my uncle arrive from the window. He did not bring a box or a present so I assumed my gift must be an activity. I was very anxious and excited.
I hoped she would be herself today. I was bringing her a surprise and I want her to enjoy it. She has been Kelly Black for six months now. The doctor called yesterday and informed me she was Kelly Watson today.
In bold white letters it read Heaven’s Oasis. ‘I guess the name fits for this place’, Steven thought while observing the mental institution in front of him. It was a large place that could be described looking like a high class hotel. The front entrance was painted in a crème color and was outlined with gold at the doors and windows. There was a marble pathway going up to the door and in the back you could see a pool filled with bright blue waters. He took in a deep breath and continued his walk forward pushing open the gold and tan doors.
ReplyDeleteOnce entering the front area he saw that the whole place was lit in every corner and the floors were a dingy black that desperately needed a good waxing. He kept walking until he approached the receptionist’s desk and saw a nice redheaded woman tapping away at the computer. She glanced up at him and gave a warm smile.
“Hello and welcome to Heaven’s Oasis. My name is Heather, how may I help you today?” She asked with a cheerful tone.
“Hi I would like to check myself in.” He said stepping closer to the counter and giving her a weak grin.
“Okay then. Take a seat over near that desk by the relaxing area and I’ll gladly assist you.” Steven nodded and followed her orders sitting in one of the plush chairs in front of desk with an old computer placed on top of it. Heather walked over and sat in the chair behind the desk. She tapped on the computer and then glanced over at Steven.
“Alright so what’s your name?”
“Steven Detrato” He answered looking at the screen and then the woman.
“And how old are you sir?” The secretary asked typing in Steven’s information.
“I’m 27” He answered watching her quickly type in the information.
“Okay” said smiling and turning back to look at him “And what is the reason for wanting to be entered into this facility?”
Steven fidgeted in his seat slightly and rubbed his hands together. “I can… see strange things.” He said quietly.
Delete“Mhmm and what exactly do you mean by strange?” She asked pulling a clip board from under the desk and showing it to him. “We actually have a lot of categories for ‘strange things’.” The woman said with humor using air quotes. Steven glanced down at the paper, not noticing the small joke. He scanned his eyes over the list and saw the one that stood out the most. He saw the reason he’s here and the reason he’s been tortured for the past years.
“That one, in the second to last column, fourth line” He said quietly while sitting back in his chair. The secretary glanced at what he selected and then raised an eyebrow.
“You mean apparitions?” Steven nodded quietly. “Supernatural beings?” she asked still not fully believing him.
“Yes” He said irritated. “I can see........ghosts” Heather’s mouth formed an O shape and she typed in the last bit of information. She finished and smiled at him once again.
“Well then I can assure that you will definitely get the help you need. Take that hallway to the left and you’ll see your new room 106.” Steven nodded and then got up from his chair. He began walking down the hallway and could hear Heather faintly say “Please enjoy your stay at Heaven’s Oasis.” He shortly found his room and was confused to see it has only the 1 and 6. He ignored this and opened the door walking in to see there are two beds and that he had a roommate.
“Oh uh hello” Steven said in a confused tone “I’m Steven I guess I’m your new roommate.” He said walking over to the young man sitting on the bed on the opposite side of the room. and extending his hand out to him. The guy looked down at his hand shocked and then back up to Steven’s face again still shocked. “Guess you’re not into shaking hands huh?” He said chuckling slightly while pulling his hand back to his side.
The guy shook his head and then cleared his throat “I’m sorry I’m just shocked to see someone” He paused looking for the right word choice “new” He exclaimed tossing his arms
up. Steven laughed at the guy’s reaction and the stranger smiled at him. “But anyway my name is Josh. So when did you join us all here?”
Delete“ I just checked in a few minutes ago.”
Josh shook his head “No, no I mean when did you ‘join’ us.” He said using air quotations. “It couldn’t of been that long ago we would’ve heard you out there.”
“I don’t understand you.” Steven said scrunching his eyebrows together.
“I mean when did they you know” Josh signaled to his neck making a line across the front.
“I WASN’T KILLED!” Steven yelled frightened. Josh looked at him confused.
“So if they didn’t kill you then that means you’re human.” Steve nodded his head to confirm this. “Wow” Josh looked at him with an eyebrow raised “well you sir would want to get out of here and probably very soon. Head master and the guards will be coming soon and they don’t really like new souls.” Josh said nodding to the door. Steve quickly rushed to the door and threw it open. “See you later Steven. Hopefully no time soon!”
Steven ran to the entrance door and saw the building as something completely different. Everything that looked new once before was broken, ripped, and dusty now. A janitor saw him and yelled out for him to stop. “How did you get in here? He asked in a rough voice.
“I just walked through the front door. I thought this place was still up in business.” Steve said shocked by his surroundings.
“This place shut down 30 years ago boy. “ The janitor said while shaking his head. “The people who ran this place were killing the people instead of helping them. Someone finally got suspicious about random patients going missing and got the police involved. They’ve been shut down since.”
“Wow and what about the bodies?” Steve asked confused.
“Never found. Now it’s best you get out of here. I have a lot to clean up and I think you need to look for a different place for help.” The janitor said walking off pushing his mop bucket. Steven walked to the front entrance and was about to open the door when he heard the janitor say one last thing. “You know some people see it as a gift to see the dead.”
Steve quickly turned around and saw no trace of the man and the room felt darker. All the windows were either broken, boarded, or covered in taped X’s. He quickly walked out and chose to never return back to Heaven’s Oasis.