The Haunted
A whole village went to sleep the normal way in their own homes only to wake up the next morning all of them in a field outside the village, what happened? It all started when my friend Coco was playing with a ouija board and what my friend jack had asked is, “what can you do”? It said “go to sleep and you shall find what you seek”. So when we went to sleep we woke up in that field, it was so cold and dark, I couldn't see anything it was pitch black so we had to walk the whole 20 miles back and I got so angry that I broke the ouija board over my knee but little did we know it was too late we were already haunted. All these weird things started to happen to the village, there was bumps in the night while we sleep, but we didn’t think
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It went from a small bump in the night to tables being on the ceiling. Coco didn’t know she was getting the worst out of all of the people in the village. There would always be a little girl in her house, always watching her sleep and she can't be alone the little girl had a bullet hole in her head and it went straight through her skull. When Coco would sleep, she would be their, watching her every move, Coco felt a presence but she didn't suspect anything to happen. One night when woke up with scratches on her back, all over her back and she was screaming in pain everyone heard her but know one tried to help her except for me, I was her best friend, I felt like I had to help her, she was in trouble and I knew it but no one went near her as if they feared her. One day she started saying weird things like “This is a pirate city after all” and “My name is Zoltan”, she was talking with a very low voice, “SHE IS POSSESSED!” I screamed as I ran and grabbed holy water. I poured it all over her body, it burnt her but it was working, she was coming back. When the demon was just starting to come out of Coco body, the bottle flew out of my hands and she said “I will not leave …show more content…
I went back to the village and I found that the Ouija board was no longer broken, how did that happen? Everything was back like it didn’t happen, “where is Coco?” I asked the people they said “who is Coco”. She’s my best friend no one named Coco ever lived here. She erased everything that they knew about Coco but how? I’m going to go look for my best friend, maybe the Ouija board can feel her presence. I walked out in the woods and I heard the odd noises it felt like I was being watched so I just kept going like I didn’t know. Suddenly I saw a dark shadow in the woods I was scared but I kept walking. “Coco” I screamed suddenly she flew out of the trees and stood right in front of my face, she was so close she could have kissed me but she just stood there and looked straight into my eyes like she was going to hurt me. She made me fly into a tree about 20 feet away and then she vanished. I told her I wouldn’t stop looking no matter what she does to me. I go out and look every day she’s very hard to find, I was walking through the woods, I see her she is on the ground and she is passed out so I ran over to help and then her head turned and looked at me and I was above her and she screamed, “No You Can't
Lets just say that they were very very mad. As they walked deeper into the Asylum the spirits of the patients got angrier and angrier. They eventually found a good spot to start the game. Alexis got the camera ready.They set the board up with the Planchette facing where it said Ouija. They start the Video, “Hey guys Alexis here and today I am joined by Kara, Alice, and Mckenzie, Today we are doing the Ouija board challenge. The worst part is that we are doing it in the old and abandoned insane asylum, Let’s just get started,” Mckenzie states. They set their fingers on the Planchette and moved it in a circular motion saying these words in unison with Alexis recording the whole thing.. “Spirits, We wish to speak with you, we welcome you with open arms and wish for you to speak with us.” They move the planchette into the center of the board and Alice asks “Are there any spirits here with us?” and the planchette moves to the Yes. Mckenzie then asks “How many spirits are there?” The planchette went to the M. “M,” Kara states. Then to the A. “A,” Mckenzie says. It moves to the N. “N,” Alice states. Finally it moved to the Y. “Y,” Alexis said. “M A N Y Many spirits, probably too many to count,” Kara says. “Did some of you live here?” Alice asks the spirits. The planchette moved to Yes. “Do you know us?” Alexis asks while still holding the camera. It moved to No. “What is one of your names?” Alice asks. The letters spelt out James. “Hello James,” Kara said to the spirits she could feel around her, Not knowing which spirit was James. The planchette suddenly got much more force added onto it, and all it spelt out was ZoZo. Everyone playing the game suddenly got worried. Alexis who was filming the whole thing was worried as well. Alexis was
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I try to walk faster so that I can finally get to my destination but the walked seem like it was taking years to go there. As if the walk through the dark valley would never end. The full moon was shining very bright and the stars were out as I heard the sound of the gust wind, I don’t know why my heart began to beat faster, faster and faster. So then I began to run because of how frightened I was, as I was running I tripped over that seemed to be hard almost as if it was a bone. I fell forward and landed on my face, having my face painted towards the grassy muddy ground. As soon as I tried to get myself up something was licking my ear and screamed so loud that my echo was heard in the valley. I looked to where it was licking my ear and noticed it was a black dog with grey eyes. I was trying to figure out if he was a wolf or a dog but then I noticed his tongue and teeth and knew it was a dog. The dog seemed to want to play with me he immediately continued to lick me as I was scared for my life. I finally got up and walked away because I just wanted to go home where I was safe. The dog continued to follow me right behind me every step of the way. I began to run so that he stopped following but I was wrong he ran with me and even faster than me. He continued to follow me until I was home, I stepped inside my house and he wanted to step inside too. At that point I felt really bad for the dog and let him in. Something about this dog brought my attention so I decided that I would keep him as my
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she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
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It was cold, damp, the smell of old earth, vomit, and other bodily fluids filled the air the further through the corridor you traveled. A single torch was lit by the locked door at the bottom of the stone stair case that seperated the free from the imprisoned. On the other side of the door were rows of stone walled cells. Prisoners never meant to see the light of day again. "
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