Friday Scary Story, December 12, 2014

My bed is wet.

It is wet with blood.  I can smell it.  I think...  I can taste it.

My neck is sore.

I can barely turn my head.

I saw it in the mirror.  The bite marks.  Not just one, but many.  They are deep.  Perfect puncture marks in distinct patterns, like a decorated silk scarf wrapped around my throat.

I don't remember what happened.

I remember nothing.

My body aches.  It is on fire.  I opened the drapes, but the sun felt like a rasp tearing at my skin.  I made it as dark as I can.  No light. No sun.  Just black.

My bedroom is a mess.  I can't tell what is in there.  Who is in there. Nothing is moving.  There is no sound.

Be careful for what you wish for.  Beware of your yearning thoughts.

Vampires.

So beautiful.  So sexy.  Eternal.

The blood in the air smells like candy.



I need more.

Friday Scary Story, December 5, 2014

Dark spaces.

They are scary.

You never know what you will find.

Under my bed, it is dark.  Something lives there.  It has touched me.

I have tried everything to not let it, but it still happens.

It stopped for awhile.  It has been six years.  But, now it has started again.

For the last four nights, it has come all the way out.  I sleep with the light on.  I sleep with my feet tucked in.  I keep the blankets tight, but it still comes out.

It grabs onto me.  Then it pulls its self up.  It rests on top of me.  I won't open my eyes.  I don't want to see it.  It crushes me.  It is so heavy.  I feel like I am going to die.  I feel like it will take my breath away from me.

Before I pass out... it slides back down.  It slides away.

It never says a word.  It has no breath.

I wish it would stop.

I wish it would go away.

Friday Scary Story, November 28, 2014

I didn't remember what it was like to have two hands.  It had been so long.  You just get used to it.

I could not believe it when I got the call that it was going to happen. I was going to get a new hand.  They found the perfect match.

I imagined looking normal.  No more stares.  No more whispers.

I would be beautiful.  I would blend in.

Freedom.

It went well.  It took right away.  I am only a little bloated from the medicine that keeps my body from rejecting it.

It is a little bigger than my other hand.

It has been three months.  The doctors are impressed with my progress.  I am not so sure any more.

I asked them about what has been happening, but they don't listen.

No one is listening.  No one will hear me.

It moves.  It moves by itself.  Not a twitch.  A real movement, that I am not doing.

It does things.

It left me a message.  It said "Leave".  It wrote it.  It wrote it to me.

I don't want it any more.  I want it off.



I am free.

It is in the sink.  It won't talk to me anymore.  I am going to put it in the disposal.

I will shut it up forever.

Friday Scary Story, November 21, 2014

Severed parts.


I thought it was fake.

But, it's real.

Something fell and tangled in my hair.  It's a piece of an ear.  A person's ear.  A human's ear.  I don't know why...  I don't know where it came from...

I am on a hike.  All by myself.

Bad idea.

I didn't tell anyone where I was going.

Bad idea.

I don't know how long I have been standing here.  I can't move.  I see other parts mixed with the leaves on the ground.  They are all small. Someone is cutting them into cubes.

What do I do?

Run?

Where?  Which way?  I don't remember how I got here.  It all looks the same.

I was so stressed.  I wanted to get away from the world, from people.

Now, I wish I was smothered...  I wish I was squished by people...  I wish I was not alone.


The pieces don't smell.

They must be fresh.

Friday Scary Story, November 14, 2014

Spirits.

Entities.

Ghosts.

They look at us… to see if we look back.

If we do, it opens the door.  

An Ouija board is a way of letting us look at them.  It opens the door. 

My roommate bought the game.  My gut told me not to play.  It’s just a game, but I didn’t want to take a chance. 

Always listen to your gut.  Always listen to your gut. 

Last week the heart-shaped guiding piece fell on the ground.  Before I could think, I touched it.  I picked it up.  When I set it down on the board.  

It tugged.  

Listen to your gut…  Listen to your gut…

I moved it back, it tugged again. It wrote, “Hilf mir”.

I looked it up.  It means “Help me” in German.

It attached to me.  It was my own fault.  

It won’t leave.  It hangs on my back.  I can feel it. It whispers all the time.  

Some people look at it when I walk by them.  They don’t know why. 

But, it looks in their eyes.  

Listen to me…

Help me.

Friday Scary Story, November 7, 2014

Dead silence.

No sounds.  None.

It woke me.

I looked out.  Thick fog fills the sky, and covers the ground.  No one is there.  No movement.  Nothing.

My gut hurts.  It feels like a warning.

What happened?  What is happening?

I go out.  I stand in the middle of the street.  I try to figure it out.

The ground... I see it on the ground.  The houses have long thick dark drag marks coming from the front door, ending at the curb.  It looks like blood.

It smells like blood.  There are bits of flesh.

My gut hurts again.  It is telling me to run.

I vomit.

On my knees, my eye catches something in the fallen leaves of scarlet and brown.

It's a finger.  A small finger.  I put it in my pocket.   I can't leave it.  It can't be alone.


I don't want to be alone.


My body is moving further away from the safety of my home.

I can't stop it.

Friday Scary Story, October 31, 2014 Happy Halloween...

I went to the river, today.  I go there for clarity.

For insight.

For truth.

The river was churning, full of debris.  It's hidden treasures, released from the most recent storm.

I sat at the end of the dock.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I saw a beautiful young women swimming around the many branches littering the water.  I watched her for awhile.

She turned to me, and waved.  I waved back.

She swam towards me.  Then, along side the dock.

She asked If I had seen her family.  She had gotten separated from them, and that they must be worried.

There was no one else around.

I told her I would help her.

I told her to take my hands.

She did.

She was so light when I pulled her out,  I fell backwards.

Embarrassed, I turned to her.  She was no longer the same.  Her long dark hair was mostly gone.  Just small patches on a few chunks of skin left.

Worms moved in and out of the holes, where her beautiful blue eyes had been.

There was only half a body.  The rest was gone.

After I wiped her skin from my hands, I covered her with my jacket.

I am afraid to move.