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“There has been another disappearance. This time a boy called, Drew Sisemore. Here is an image of him. If you see him, call the police right away.” I turned off the TV. I got off of the couch and walked to my bedroom. I got into bed and went to sleep. I woke up to my phone blaring. I pushed off my blankets and walked to my desk. When I looked at my phone, it had a text message from a blank name. The user picture was a glitched image. The message said, “Hello, Gabe.” I texted back, “Who are you?” “I am the one who has been taking people.” “I’m calling the police!” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” “Why?” “I will take you too.” “How?” “Goodnight.” And with that, my phone died. I got back into bed, perplexed. I fell asleep about …show more content…
an hour later. When I woke up the next morning, I ate a bowl of cereal. I then took a shower and got dressed. It was Sunday, so I didn’t have school. I decided to walk over to Ethan’s house. When I got there, Ethan said, “We should invite Max over.” Max said he would come over. We walked to Red Front and bought some drinks and chicken nuggets. While we were eating, David walked by. He said, “Hi.” We said hi back and David walked off. When he passed an alley, he was swooped off of his feet and was pulled in. Ethan, Max, and I got up and ran to see what happened. When we got to the dark alleyway, there was a dark figure standing over David. We ran to him and the figure stalked away. When it got to a bend, it turned around and said in a shrill voice, “Watch out or you’ll be next.” With that, he disappeared. We went to see to David. He was lying on the ground half conscious. When we kneeled down to see if he was okay, he suddenly sat up and asked, “What happened?” I told him that something had taken him and they saved him. I told them about the text messages on his phone the night before. Ethan said, “We should go back to my house.” While we were walking back to Ethan’s house, we saw Mateya. Max said, “Come with us.” When we got to Ethan’s house, we told Mateya about what happened. After we hung out for a while and kind of forgot about it, we all went home. I went to sleep that night fine with no disturbances. The next day, I went to school just like everyone else. I finished my first two periods and went out for recess. At recess, I felt like something was watching me. When I looked around, I didn’t see anyone. I looked at the window of the school and saw a figure in the window quickly slip away. I ignored it and went on with my day. During P.E., I saw something behind one of the trees by the field. On my way home, I saw a kid get pulled behind a house. I quickly ran to see what had happened, but when I got there, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I ran home to call Ethan. I told Ethan, but before I heard an answer, the phone cut to static. All of the lights in my house turned off suddenly. I heard footsteps getting louder and louder. When I heard my door slowly creaking open, I grabbed a flashlight and jumped out of my window. I hit the ground running and didn’t stop until I got to Ethan’s house. I quickly knocked on the door. When no one answered, I went and knocked on Ethan’s window. Ethan let me in and we locked all of the doors and latched all of the windows. We sat in Ethan’s room and talked about what happened. At that moment, we heard a scratching on the wall. We rushed to grab Ethan’s airsoft guns. The door to Ethan’s room burst open and the dark figure was standing in the doorway. I pointed my flashlight at it and Ethan shot it. When the flashlight hit the thing, it seemed to weaken and it screeched. It barreled through the front door and disappeared. “It looked like it was weaker when I shone the flashlight at it,” I said as I leaned against the wall. “Yeah,” said Ethan. That night, I stayed at Ethan’s house. We woke up early and walked to school before anyone else. When we got there all of the lights were off and the curtains closed. Only one thing was off, the front door was open. We walked in and we heard chanting. We walked all around upstairs but didn’t see anyone. We then snuck downstairs. We saw a big circle with a symbol in it. In the middle was the shadowy figure. There were hooded people all around it chanting. “Dark Lord we shall bring thee back,” they chanted. Ethan tripped over a steel pipe and fell. The chanting immediately stopped and everyone looked at us. I pulled Ethan up and we started running. The hooded figures chased us. They all wore masks. One had black and red robes with an all red mask. He threw a knife at us. It grazed my arm and black started growing from the spot it cut me. I hit the ground and my arm started bleeding black. It wouldn’t stop. All the sudden, the school exploded anda dark shadow flew through the air and hit me. I heard it’s shrill voice whisper in my ear, “You’ll never get rid of me.” I tried to scream but nothing came out. My body moved without me and grabbed Ethan. I tried to fight back but I couldn’t. I blacked out. I woke up in a cavern.
I looked around and saw all of the missing people. I saw the dark figure huddled over Ethan. I slowly rose and grabbed a rock. I walked behind the dark figure, but before I could swing the rock at him, he was pushing high up the wall. I hit him but the rock went through him. He laughed but it almost sounded like a scream. Ethan got up and shined his phone flashlight at the thing. It almost looked as if it turned solid. I swung at it again and this time it hit it. I saw a sharp, jagged piece of metal on the ground. I picked it up and tried to stab the thing, but it cut me with it’s hand. Ethan jumped on it’s back but it shrugged him off. The phone hit the ground and it shattered. I ran to the small crack in the cavern. When I climbed out, I was in the basement of the school. I ran upstairs, but I could hear the thing stomping after me and screaming his laugh. When I got outside, everyone was gone. I turned around and watched the thing come out of the school. It said, “Just face the fact that you’ve lost.” I replied, “No, you’ve lost.” The school collapsed behind it. I said, “You have nowhere to run now. The sun is out and you are exposed.” I ran at him and stabbed it in the head with the metal piece. It backed up and tripped over the fence. It hit the ground and shriveled up into a ball. I ran back to the cavern and dragged everyone out. We all looked at the thing. It reached up and whispered, “Help.” I kicked it and it …show more content…
became still. Then it disappeared into a black blob. It has been two years since the thing disappeared.
We call it, The Darkness. After that day, no one worried about it again. Everyone pretty much forgot about it. I’m in highschool now. The school was rebuilt and everyone goes there now. Sometimes I have this weird feeling that the thing is still here watching everything I do. Sometimes I wake up on the couch when I go to sleep in my bed. Sometimes I’m on the ground. Last night, I woke up in my front lawn. Tonight I’ll go out to
hunt.
One night in August of 2014 my mom, Mika and I grabbed a flashlight and walked out the door into the dark night. My mom flipped on the flashlight and shone it on the bumpy path before us. Normally nobody ever did much in the village after dark, but tonight was not normal.
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
middle of paper ... ... It is crucial to take precautions to ensure you protect yourself from becoming a victim of this horrible crime. If you notice any suspicious behavior, or feel like you are a victim of stalking, call law enforcement or call a help line before it’s too late.
I broke away from the man’s grasp, scraping my arm upon his sharp beard and watching my feet take turns hitting the ground as the distance between he and myself grew greater. Scout’s hand was no longer in mine and I crawled frantically on the ground before I felt her ham costume. I pulled her to her feet but was thrust backwards slipping from her grasp again. I felt an agonising pain, shoot through my left arm that was accompanied by an ear-piercing CRACK. My head smashed into a tree root and the night faded even further to black. The next few moments felt like mere seconds. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I identified the silhouette of a lanky man. He freed Scout from the clutches of our attacker and thrust a knife between the man’s ribs, sending him collapsing lifelessly to the
I made my will and eggshell encasing the monster’s fur so that the hollow hairs could not draw. I never let up willing its size smaller, its hair to retract, until by dawn the Sitting Ghost temporarily disappeared…. The sitting ghost has many wide black mouths. It is dangerous. It is real. Most ghost make sure brief and gauzy appearances that eyewitnesses doubt their own sightings. This one conjure up enough substance to sit solidly throughout a night. It is a serious ghost, not at all playful… It does not bother with tricks. It wants lives”
Monday: Dear diary, today two detectives showed up at the front door. The investigators told us that a man named Douglas Merson had been shot. They said he had been keeping a file on me. The detectives said there were pictures of me from when I was born. The detectives are Balker and Nims. They said that he had pictures that I had drawn. How in the world did he get those? Why is he so interested in me? More importantly, who is Douglas Merson? Why were they telling us this? My life is no sense anymore.
The child’s game had ended. After I nearly ran Kurtz over, we stood facing each other. He was unsteady on his feet, swaying like the trees that surrounded us. What stood before me was a ghost. Each layer of him had been carved away by the jungle, until nothing remained. Despite this, his strength still exceeded that of my own. With the tribal fires burning so close, one shout from him would unleash his natives on me. But in that same realization, I felt my own strength kindle inside me. I could just as easily muffle his command and overtake him. The scene flashed past my eyes as though I was remembering not imagining. The stick that lay two feet from me was beating down on the ghost, as my bloodied hand strangled his cries. My mind abruptly reeled backwards as I realized what unspeakable dark thoughts I had let in. Kurtz seemed to understand where my mind had wandered; it was as though the jungle’s wind has whispered my internal struggles to him. His face twisted into a smile. He seemed to gloat and enjoy standing by to watch my soul begin to destroy itself.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
John was still looking for Jake. John was softly calling, “Jake you there?” over and over again. About five minutes later, John saw two green glowing eyes. He thought, “What the heck is that?” He had his pellet gun aimed at the thing, and shot it but nothing happened to it. Being shot at was all that made it mad and made it stand up and look John in the eyes. John was frozen in fear, a couple seconds later John realized him this thing was coming right after him. He quickly turned around and ran. In about ninety feet, he tripped on a branch and twisted his ankle. He was crawling now and saw the monster. About a minute later, the monster picked him up and snapped him in half like a twig. Then the monster began to eat his body.
I’m just going to come right out and say it, because it’s true, and voicing it might help. It’s a creepy sort of night. The super dark, wind blowing, kind of creepy that gets the imagination running out of control. Which, since I’m being honest, doesn’t always take that much. As in, right now. I’m getting seriously spooked very quickly here. You know that feeling, the one that you’re being watched even though there’s no one else around? The feeling that gives you goose bumps on your arms, and raises the hair on your neck; that’s the feeling I have right now. I could almost swear that I heard soft footsteps making a crackling sound on the grass too. I stop, listening hard (as opposed to any other type of listening, I suppose) to try and figure out if I am really alone. It was a stupid dare really; wandering alone in the graveyard to prove….what exactly? I don’t remember now, because my overactive brain is nearing the hysterical point and I’m ready to bolt. So what happened next, you ask? I screamed like a school girl and ran, sure that I had seen a shadow move right in front of me. Now that I’m in the safety of my car and driving away, I can reasonably say that I must have imagined it. However, imagined or not, I won’t be doing that again!
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.
As we walked through the woods on the dark cold night in October we notice screaming of what we had thought to be the neighbor girl. We creep closer to the large mansion and climb the gates to get in the massive front yard. As me and my friends Kevin, Douglas, and randy reach the front door, we slowly creep open the front door, we hear screams and yells and very quickly leave the situation. We head back to the house for the night and decide that we will make a plan and return to the mansion tomorrow.
When i was a child i wis afraid of the dark I told my mum agrain and again I heard voices in it. They weren't evil but they didn't sound familiar so they scared me. It was normal for me to wake up and hear whispers as I would call them when asking my mom. She figured they were just bumps in the night and typical kids nightmare material. I tried often to explain to her that it was more than that; that they sounded different from one another the way people’s voices do. On some nights I would get so scared from these whispers that I would sleep in my mom’s bed with her. It was an added bonus that the bathroom was directly outside of her bedroom door for my late night bathroom break I should add at this point that when walking out into the hall to go to the bathroom, you looked directly down the stairs that would lead you into my living room on the first floor .
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,