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This morning I woke up and went walking down my pathway to the bunker door, and suddenly a small black helmet was peeking out of the wheat fields, it moved I quietly ran back up to the house shut the door, locked the windows and doors, and closed the curtains. I picked up the phone to call Tonya, she answered, I warned her, so she came over and we sat on the couch waiting for something to happen. Hours went by, not a single sound was heard around the house, "You are just going crazy from too much bourbon" Tonya Said, "NO i am not I have been sober for 3 years now, I know what I saw!". Tonya thought that I was crazy. Before she opened her mouth there was knocking at the door. We sat quietly, for fear of who it was, we went upstairs as quiet as a mouse, someone pounding at the door constantly, we …show more content…
made our way to the bay window. We saw a man covered in black with a gun and black armor.
We looked up and saw people walking up the pathway from the bunker door, they looked like the man at the door. The man was looking around the house trying to see if anyone was home, then he looked up at the bay window, "AH" Tonya screamed, the man had no face, it was only skin we both screamed in terror, he heard us and signaled the men walking up the driveway to come faster. There was a log a black log that two of the people were holding but it was made of metal. They swung it at the door and the door broke open like a twig they rushed into the house and up the stairs. Me and Tonya escaped out of an openable window in the closet. We ran down the driveway as fast as we could to get to the bunker door, we saw helmets at the door so we crawled into the wheat fields, we hid for days when we got hungry we went around to try and find the secret strawberry patch. The guards never moved not a budge, so we thought what if they were fake? So two days after we found the strawberry patch we went right next to the guards and stood up right in front of their face and they didn't move so we punched them, they fell over life
less. So we opened the bunker door, we looked around each corner till we got a secret room only me and Tonya knew about. It was a white room, it was very clean white, with special circles and boxes on the floor. We went to the middle of the floor where the big box shape was on the floor. We could hear people walking outside of the door, things started moving in the room, but what were they? We put our ears close to the floor and listened, it was gears, special gears moving in the floor what were we to do? We thought the gears connected to the main lobby, but we were mistaken, there was a crack in the ceiling a perfect line, it kept getting bigger, and bigger, and finally we saw it a cage, we walked into one of their traps. We ran out of the area the cage dropped and the walls collapsed. We have already been on our way out of the door, we peeked inside to see what was happening, the guards were there and so was the Green Eye they were trying to capture us and kill us first, but why us first. We had only one choice left and that was to leave the shelter, we thought what would we do? Where would we live? But we had to leave so we got everyone we could to go to the lobby door. I read aloud the letter that was so primitive and private, we opened the door and the sun shined through the crack and we gasped.
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
I remember it was Freshman year [in high school] and all the upper class lacrosse girls told us to meet at one of the girl’s houses because we were going to go to a party. We met up there, and got into three different cars and started driving. The van I was in had 6 other girls in it and I was pretty good friends with the senior driving it so it didn’t take long for the senior to tell us that we weren’t really going to a party – and that we were going to go visit an abandoned insane asylum. I had never heard of Glenn Dale Hospital and the entire trip, we were told of how many unexplainable deaths used to occur at the hospital and how if you go there today, you can still hear the screams of the patients throughout the halls. I don’t remember what road we ended up on, but next thing I knew – it was all of us freshman walking through a long field seeing a large building in front of us. The closer we got… the slower we walked. We started talking about everything we had heard in the trip up. One girl mentioned that there are still bodies and papers left in the hospital and that the place was abandoned after the workers refused to keep working there after so many inexplicable deaths. Another mentioned that there are always cops patrolling the place and you can get arrested for trespassing. Ironically, as soon as the girl finished talking about the cop, we heard a loud voice from the other side of the building.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck. Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors locked without a sign of anyone going near them. A cold draft filled the room I was in. The house turned into a horrific scene, and I knew I would never get out alive. It was the Asylum. There’s a rumor in our town, a rumor that started when someone made the observation that everyone fit in. No one was considered strange, homeless, an outsider. That doesn’t seem possible, you think. In my town, there are tons of people with no homes, or people that don’t belong, you think. Well, think again. Those homeless people? Think about how many there are. They fit in with each other. Those people that don’t belong? Once again, they fit in with each other. But then, you
I had something in my hand; it was a gun, I could use this to protect myself. I walked in the dark corridors I peaked out of the wall, and I saw five guys armed with AK-47. I knew that I was screwed. I looked around to see another way out to pass the guys. I climbed into the vent and crawled for a long time. Inside of the vent, it was covered with dust, to my left of me was a spider. I could not believe, but I saw a light end of the vent.
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...
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
I pass so many closets i lost count, all containing either extra pillows and blankets, or cleaning supply. At the end of the hallway there were 2 large, wooden doors. I reached the handle to open them but as I opened it I heard the front door downstairs bang open and the grandfather clock bong. 10 pm said my phones screen. I heard talking and noticed that it was my employers, home very early.
It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black.
All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
I ran back upstairs to my room to tell my friends. Knocking at there door. After I told them they thought I was kidding then they open the door and saw one coming right towards him then we quickly closed the door. We were a bit scared. Just in case I brought a pistol just in case something happens on the road. Noë, Chris, and Angel also brought knifes to protect themselves in a situation. We were thinking “what’s going on out there” and how we were going to get out if there’s this zombie looking thing. so we came up with ideas. Then we went outside of the room to peak. Then we went down stairs, and we a saw bunch of “zombies” in the hall way. and behind these zombies was this gigantic mutated zombie with a machine gun stitched on its right hand, and its left hand was holding a machete, and behind all of that was the exit door, but there was a problem; a bunch of them were near the door they were blocking the exit. One of our ideas was getting their attention I was the decoy, then suddenly they all looked at me, while I was getting there attention my friends were slowly walking behind the zombies to ...
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
I can’t remember the first time I got blood drawn, but I can definitely remember the last time. I walked into a room crowded with instruments designed to draw and analyze blood. I sat down in a maroon-colored padded chair. The chair had an armrest specifically designed to give the nurse a convenient area to draw the blood. An enormous African-American woman with long cornrows walked in, wearing the largest clothes imaginable. Beads were hanging from her hair, clanging together with each waddling step she took. She was holding a small white envelope. After asking how my day was she sat down in a wooden chair next to mine and pulled a 3-inch needle out of the envelope. I’m normally ok with getting shots and blood drawn, but this day was different. She connected the needle to a
All of a sudden a fight broke out. You would have thought someone screamed free food the way everyone was running. People were falling all over the place trying to avoid the fight, but no one would break it up. When the fight was brought to a halt, everyone was ordered to leave. Everyone was stumbling trying to get out the house and to their cars, until one of the guys fighting decided the the issues wasn't resolved. He pushed his way back into the house, pulled out a gun and begins shooting. I was so close that I could hear the bullets flying by my ears, and I could see the sparks from the gun. I couldn't move; it was like someone turned my knees into the off position. Suddenly, I was pulled to the floor for protection. The shooting finally stopped. Everyone raced to their cars as if they were in a marathon. Out of nowhere, a low-pitched scream was heared. Two of my friends were found bleeding due to bullet wounds to the head.
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,