listen to the wise

A young man kicks an old half deflated football around the well-manicured lawn of his grandparents’ country estate. Yuma had asked to come stay with them over the summer holidays because as a small child he was never invited to stay, neither did they make any effort to visit him. The only contact he had ever had from his estranged relatives was through cards at birthdays or Christmas with polaroids of them and the beautiful views of the forest from their house. To his youthful eyes, the acres of trees which stretched in every direction looked like a playground ready to be explored. However he had always been told that it was “a dangerous area” for a such a little boy like him. Finally, at the age of 16, he had convinced his mother to let him drive up to his eccentric, native-american, hippie grandparents’ estate in rural Utah to surprise them. Yuma not only wanted to finally speak to his grandparents face-to-face for the very first time, but he was also keen to learn more about his heritage and they were the only ones in the family left that grew up following native-american traditions. Once his mother was born, they moved into a modern house and slowly drifted away from their roots. As soon as Yuma’s mother had gathered enough money from working odd-jobs in the nearby village, at aged 17 she moved away all by herself to California. This caused her parents much heartbreak and soon communication between them ceased. It was only when Yuma was born they began to send each other the birthday or christmas card. Despite being pleased the family was finally coming together again, she was hesitant to let him go alone, her excuse was that it was easy to get lost on the road up the hill through the woods but after much persuasion she caved and let him set out on his long-awaited adventure.

Once he managed to navigate the never-ending, winding dirt tracks, that his poor 1967 Morris Minor convertible was definitely not designed for, Yuma finally caught sight of the house. To say it politely he was very disappointed. He had severely underestimated just how off-grid the place was and as he stood in front of the dilapidated mansion, he took in the spectacle that was the once white crumbling stone walls. A woman that looked to be in her late seventies came racing around the corner of the building with a hunting rifle pointing straight at him. He recognised her as his grandma, Enola.

“Who in the hell are you and what are you doin’ on my property?!” She shrieked. Once he explained she lowered the gun and took a closer look at his face, she apologised for her rude welcome, saying something about how there is bad things out here on the mountain. He noticed her word choice of things rather than people, he thought that was strange. She hugged him tightly and ushered him inside, shouting on her husband to come downstairs. She smelled of lavender and pine and home baking. Once inside the house the boy felt safer but there was still something off about it. A thick layer of dust coated every surface and there was a strong scent of mold which tarnished the torn floral wallpaper. The house didn’t look lived in at all. Half of the windows had been boarded up, his grandmother explained that some kids from the local farm like to throw stones and that they even had the cheek to return to spray paint their names onto the chipboard like an artist signing their work.

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Miss Baron

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Life throws us off balance sometimes. Things happen, and we hit rock bottom. That’s what I went through. My parents split up due to my father’s alcohol problem, and my brother, Dylan, and I agreed that we both wanted to stay with my mother. My father made not objections, I don’t think he wanted to waste the money on a court case. He just wanted to sit in his little apartment and drink. So, after the divorce my mother, my brother and I had to find a place to live. We were able to find cheaper housing in a small town rather than living in the big city. It was your usual run down place. The whole town was very traditional and dull. I don’t think I had ever seen the sun whilst we lived in that town. Within the town were your usual things: police station, restaurants, library, a few cafes, a bus station where I had never seen any buses, a gym and, of course, a school. The school is the main setting of this story.

It was a grey building, made by metal and not brick. The doors were automatic, and their playground was just a strip or tarmac in the back of the school with a few benches. I would have complained to my mother about the school, but I didn’t want to make her more stressed than she was. She was already working 2 dead end jobs, and barely got time to herself between me and Dylan needing fed. Therefore, my brother and I sucked it up and went to school.

I stayed on the edge of society in my school; sitting alone at lunch, sitting at the back of the class, not really talking to people. However, one day, I met a girl in the cafeteria. I hadn’t noticed her before, but when I did, she entranced me. Now, being a lesbian in a small town is a big no-no. So, I pulled my eyes away from her and looked down at my unappetising lunch. I pushed food around my plate and she sat down across from me at my table. I look at her. She was dressed in dark clothing; a Panic! At The Disco shirt and black ripped jeans. She had her hair dyed blue, which matched her eyes and stood out from her pale complexion. She was gorgeous, and my breath hitched in my throat.

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I thought being buried alive was the most terrifying thing I would ever have to endure in my lifetime, I mean doesn’t this mostly happen in movies and last minute they are always found right? I mean someone HAS to come along right? I can’t die here not like this…..

I filled immediately with joy when I heard the sounds of someone digging me out. Thinking my suffering and pain was finally over i thought to myself I was finally free . However in the dark freezing box my hearing seemed to have heightened…..

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Buried alive

I thought buried alive was the most terrifying thing I ever thought I’d have to endure in my lifetime, I mean doesn’t this mostly happen in movies and last minute they are always found right? I mean someone HAS to come along right? I can’t die here not like this…..

I filled immediately with joy when I heard the sounds of someone digging me out. Thinking my suffering and pain was finally over i thought to myself I was finally free . However in the dark freezing box I was in my hearing seemed to have heightened…..

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My name is Kyle, I do cam shows online, well I did. It was maybe a month ago, normally when I do a show it’s long and drawn out but tonight was different, tonight my parents were coming over to my boyfriends house. When I was finishing up one night a new guy got on. Most of the attendants were always there while some would stay before leaving but this guy was new (after he left I checked his account and saw how new it was). The guy paid for a private show but instead of me stripping and pleasuring myself he started to type. “So Kyle how old are you?” I’m I recently turned nineteen and was uncomfortable to tell him that I was 18, people have told me that I have the body of a 16 year old, the man started to type again “You look young are you an adult?” I turned off my cam for a second, I’m not gonna talk I thought to myself, the man typed again, “if your young, then I’m all for it, I won’t tell.” Instead of saying 18 I typed out “16”. The man replied with a smile emoji. The next 10 minutes were normal, I turned on my webcam, I walked in and stripped and then pleasured myself with “toys”. Before I got off the man asked me “What’s your number?” I was suspicious but gave it to him anyways.
When my family came by I was dressed nice and proper, dress shirt with dress pants and black gym shoes. My boyfriend gave a tour of the house to my mom while I talked to my brother and father about football and other things. Eventually my mother went to my recording room. “What’s this?” She asked, she asked that for every room that didn’t have a clear purpose. “It’s my office.” I said, I should have said it’s Adams office because I don’t work. “Why do you need an office?” My mother chuckled, “that’s technically the computer room since I have my stuff there.” My mother nodded, she was obviously unamused.
During dinner I kept getting texts, it was that man from earlier. “Whose that?” My mom asked, “it’s a friend.” The man typed weird things,
Man: so your 16?
Me: yeah, please don’t tell!
Man: I won’t! I don’t wanna get in trouble
Me: good!
Man: Nudes?
Me: no
The man stopped responding, “So Kyle What do you do in your spare time?” My father asked. The question I didn’t want to answer, “I uhhh, I look for work and sleep.” My father shook his head “no what hobbies” I dropped my fork on accident, “I uhhh well I” “you don’t have to answer.”
My brother put his fork down, “Kyle I need some fresh air, wanna join?” I nodded, he left his seat while dropping his fork. We made our way to the porch. Outside we took a seat and made small talk until he said “I know about your show.”
“How do you know?” He looked me in the eyes “because I’m gay.” I was shocked, “you always came home with girls though!” “After you came out mom and dad would ask me so I got girlfriends.” My brother looked down at the yard, “if you weren’t my brother, well things would be different.” I looked at his face but instead of a face it was static, not a static expression, his face looked like tv when you lose signal. He looked up at me, “something wrong?” He said, his face change partially, half was normal but the rest was static. I walked back into the house leaving him Inside. I got a text, then another, and then two more. Each text started with random symbols and letters followed by a small message. They were each from the man from earlier, in my phone I have him marked as WCM. I went into the bathroom, I felt like puking.
My phones ringtone went off, WCM was trying to FaceTime me, “Shit, why now?” I said, I answered trying to get in front of something blank. Instead of a face I saw static, the static continued before the call dropped. I stepped out of the bathroom, “Kyle are you ok?” My brother asked, I’m too disgusted to talk to him, “I’m going to sleep” I said, “but we just got here!” My mother said, “I’m just feeling a little nauseous.” I went upstairs, my phone still getting texts. I opened my door only to find something on my bed, my boyfriends laptop laid open on the bed, I went to close it when I heard muffled screams, muffled screams coming from the computer. I looked at the screen, it was dim so I pushed the brightness key. The screen had a spreadsheet titled “New buyer” Names I didn’t recognize but then came the worst part. Kyle, James, Adam, John and Mary. My families name was on there, Adam couldn’t have made this because his name was on it. I moved the window only to see it.
My brothers face in the window, it was moving. I heard footsteps approach my room, in the doorway stood my brother, but his face was all static again. Heard a loud noise coming from the computer. Without any notice the computer exploded, the blast was large, large enough that it threw me on my feet. The blast knocked me out, I was out for about 20 minutes, when I regained consciousness I saw the computer, the screen was fine, the computer was fine and working. I looked at the window only to see static were the window with my brothers face was.
After my parents left, I deleted my web show. I told my boyfriend to get rid of his laptop, when he asked why I told him everything. He suggested that I get a new number. It’s been a month and like I said I’m 19 now. I’m lucky that I went to bed that night, who knows what my brother would have done to my family.

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I’m Blind, But I Can See Something

I wasn’t born blind. I lost my sight when I was just over 6 years old. I can barely remember visions I’d witnessed at that age. I’ve come to a realization that I should have been so much more thankful of the gifts god had provided for myself. I took it for granted.

I became blind due to a car accident. My mother and father, being in the front seats had actually narrowly avoided their deaths. They somehow got out with only minor injuries, like scars and scrapes, some cutting extremely deep into their skin. I say minor, as they hadn’t been severely hurt or having a loss of something important. The driver in the other car passed out and was immediately sped to hospital. So was I, picked up in an ambulance. That accident happened in such a public place that everything happened so fast.

It was devastating news for my parents to have to tell me that I became blind. I found out how it happened, and when I first did I became a closed shell. I hadn’t had a legitimate conversation for over a month. Apparently, while in the car, a piece of glass from the window had impaled my eyes, causing somewhat some kind of damage to my nose. My eyes looked horrible, like they’d sunken deep into my skull along with their sockets. I overheard doctors explaining to my parents they could replace my eyes, but the power of vision was not able to work as in the accident it caused some brain damage that dysfunctions the use of my eyes. It really killed my parents to see their only child losing everything.

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The Bell

The Bell
The year was 1913 John Hawkins was the gravedigger of the town of New Haven. John was a known drunk to the people of New Haven his house sat inside of the graveyard. The townsfolk could hear him beat his wife, Helen, in a drunken rage her screams would go on at all hours of the night. People would see her bruises whenever she would leave, which was a very rare occasion. Until one-day people noticed that Helen was bearing a child. It was heard that she had the child and she died in result of losing to much blood. It was a little boy named Robert Hawkins.
A few years later people would hear the cries of the boy in place of his wife no one even seen the boy hardly at all only to help his father dig the holes for the dead. When the boy was a teen the people would see him more often he was a very small boy with hardly any meat on his bones. As usual when John would start drinking he would take his anger out on Robert until one night in a fit of rage he killed Robert with a blow to the head. When questions started popping up around town of the cause of death of Robert, John would simply answer “He just got sick.” When John would bury the dead he’d attach a bell to each grave so if the ‘dead ‘was alive somehow they could ring it as this was a common occurrence in these times where people in comas were mistaken for dead and so they’d wake up buried alive.
A few months after Roberts death, John was sitting in his living room drinking and listening to the radio, when he heard a faint bell. It was coming from the direction where Roberts grave was. John sat up quickly turning down the radio his ears at full attention very faintly the bell was still ringing. He stood up and put on his boots and grabbed his revolver incase if there were any unwanted grave robbers that John was used too. He walked outside still the bell rang very gently, John notice it was coming from Roberts grave.
John started to run back to the house to grab his shovel nearly falling in the process. He began to dig very quickly in hopes that Robert was down there alive. After an hour he hit Roberts coffin the hollow thud against the wooden box startled John at first. He opened the coffins door. The smell of decomposition filled his nose immediately, still, Robert was dead the lantern illuminated Roberts face which was very white.
“I could’ve swore I heard it.” John said. He closed the door slowly hoping Robert would say something. He reburied Robert making sure the string was in place for the bell. John went inside and went to bed as he laid there remembering the dead look in Roberts eyes. It was almost as if he was looking into the eyes of his wife’s. John remembered when he was a younger man when he met Helen, she was the daughter of his boss John was a construction worker in these times he practically built New Haven. John remembered when he first met Helen she had long blonde hair with long eyelashes and bright blue eyes and a chisel chin. John knew he was going to marry her.
He then remembered the first time he had hit Helen he was of course drunk but that didn’t make it any better. John felt sorrow over fill him. He began to cry.
The next night John was in his living room revisiting the memories he was having last night. When he heard a bell it sounded louder than the one the night before. He got up and grabbed the lantern and his revolver and ran outside it was coming from Roberts grave again this made John eager to hurry and get his shovel. He hurried to Roberts grave and began to dig again, the bell still ringing faster this time. And somewhat low pitch rather than the regular high pitch ringing. It seemed odd to John but he kept digging. About an hour later John hit the coffin again and lifted up the heavy door and Looked down and asked “Robert, can you hear me?” But to no avail. John felt enraged had someone attached another string to the bell and was playing some cruel joke on him. But why did it sound more deep, hollow almost. John put these thoughts aside, it just startled him he was overthinking it. He began to think about the sound it reminded him of the church bells at his wedding he remembered how happy he was. How beautiful Helen looked that day but Helens father did not approve of the marriage John was born to a very poor family his father had died when he was younger which his mother went through many husbands which to a result John had many brothers and sisters John was the middle child but he was expected to work and so his first job was a paper boy when John had enough money saved up he ran away at the age of 13. He thought about this while digging. But the hollow thud broke his focus. He opened the coffin Robert was there dead as the night before.
“What is going on?” John whispered to himself he looked up but then he began to feel eyes upon him, but not just any eyes, Roberts, He could feel the gaze looking at him he glanced down and Roberts eyes were closed. And so John climbed back to the surface and reburied the corpse. He then went back inside, John again laying in his bed remembered his childhood or what seemed to be a childhood he once endured but he remembered how hard he worked to run away from his problems and remembered how Robert was he would always be willing to help even though he knew his father would reject and abuse him, John believed that Robert truly did love his father and John could see in his eyes that Robert took pity upon him. John finally fell asleep.
The next night John wasn’t even in the mood to drink he couldn’t get the murder he committed out of his head and he was filled with sorrow for all the people who have left his life, he wasn’t entirely sure where his mother or siblings were or even cared. The Cuckoo clock dinged and john glanced up it was 12 o’clock but beyond the cuckoo clock john could hear it the bell it was loud very loud as if a church bell was beside his window as this was going on the cuckoo clock was still ringing seeming to get higher in pitch John cupped his hands over his ears but to no avail the bells chime seemed low and was vibrating the house very badly plates and various bottles of whiskey were falling off tables and counters John was terrified with each pound of the bell slugged his chest knocking the wind out. He stood up and starting running outside only to find that every bell attached to each grave was ringing, the only thought was Robert and what he did sorrow pounding his heart with each slug now his mind was numb with mournful thoughts of death he ran back inside and grabbed the bible under his pillow and finally screamed out
“I did it! I murdered Robert it was me! Forgive me all mighty God Please forgive me holy spirit please rebuke this spirit that is tormenting me forgive me!”
The next morning the town of New Haven awoke to find out John Hawkins was dead, he had died in his sleep, but the most peculiar part was there was a bell placed beside him on his nightstand.

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The Bloody Eyes

This is a fictional story meaning this is not a true story.

One day I was just minding my own business washing the dishes and doing some chores. I was home alone at that day so I could do whatever I wanted in the house. My father, mother and sister went to some other town to meet my grandparents. I really didn’t want to go there so I insisted to stay home. They agreed and went to the other town. When I completed my chores I went to my room to play video games. While I was walking to my room, I had a sudden urge to look through the keyhole of my parents’ bedroom. I looked through it and was horrified to see just dark red. I opened the door to check if something is in the other side. Nothing! I looked through the keyhole from my parents’ bedroom and there was no red. I thought it was a trick of the eye but some moments later I heard breathing which was not mine. It was right behind me! I quickly turned and the breathing stopped.

I was sure that this was paranormal and silently went outside the room closed the door and went to my room. I was walking to my room when I heard something in my sister’s room. I went there to see my sister’s dolls IN FRONT OF THE DOOR. They had red eyes with blood coming out of their eyes. I sprinted into my room and locked my door. I heard banging and scratching in my door. Out if nowhere I heard my name being called out from behind me. I screamed and looked behind me and saw I huge man with bloody eyes. My flight or fight response kicked in and I punched it and my hand just went through it’s body. It had no features in it’s face except the eyes. The eyes were as huge as apples. It said “Come with me, I will take you to a better place”. I could not make out how it could speak as it had no mouth. I screamed “Any place is better than your hellhole!” to it. I began to say “In the Jesus, I command you to leave this place”. It slowly tried to put it’s hand around my neck but couldn’t. I told it to leave many times. I heard more scratching, banging and laughter outside my door. They were not just any laughter, they were children’s laughter. Then everything stopped at once. The huge man was gone and the noises outside the door stopped. I didn’t understand anything. I was so scared that I fainted. Later I woke up to hear banging outside my door. I asked “Who is it?” and got an answer saying “It’s us!”. It was my parents’ voice. I happily opened the door crying and I saw no one. I was freaking done. I screamed “If there is any spirit here, I command you to leave. I won’t repeat a second time. If you do anything again, I will make you leave out of MY house.” I heard the front door swing open and close. I was sure that any spirit in my house left and made a sign that it left. I heard the front door open and saw my parents and my sister. I ran to them crying and hugged my mother. She asked me “What happened? Why are you crying?”. I told everything to them and they didn’t buy it. They heard me shouting so they ran from the car to the door and found out it was not locked. I was sure that I locked it when they went. They also said that they got a call from the house number. They heard laughing and breathing from the phone. I swore that I didn’t call them but they thought that I was lying.

They didn’t believe until it happened to all of us. A week later after the incidence we were sitting in the living room, watching something in the T.V. We heard laughing from behind the sofa. I looked behind to see no one. I told my parents and sister that I heard the same thing a week ago. We heard banging in the windows and the T.V switched to the channel ‘666’. We saw the same huge man in the T.V I saw last week. I told my parents that I saw the same man last week. They now believed me and my mother started to chant something. The huge man screamed in terror and disappeared. The noises stopped and my mother told me that she was praying to god and she said “Protect us God! This demon has been scaring us since last week. It would be a great relief if you protected us from this demon”. She heard a very low voice say “You will never get rid of me. I am the Devil”. Then she heard “No! You will never get ri-” and the voice stopped. After this incident nothing scary happened.

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My Creepy School Lockdown Story

So this happened 2 years ago I was a graduate in high school. It was an ordinary day I went to school people were talking, laughing and Bullies were being bullies.

So when class started I sat in my chair as our teacher told us to take out our note books for Our Science project. We did planets so I chose Mars We worked for a while when the lockdown alarm went off the principal told us to remain calm in our class and lock the doors as this was not a drill.So I sat there very calm while all the girls screamed and cried. Knock Knock Someone knocked on the door as we did not answer the person bashed at the door it was then long enough when he walked away.

Then the intercome came on again with someones voice he said HELLO YOUR ALL GONNA DIE I froze in my spot all the girls cryed. It was moments after when he came back to our door and the glass smashed and we saw a hand reach through the door Screaming I WILL KILL YOU ALL it was seconds after he managed to open the door my teacher ran at him and tryed to tackle him KABAM my teachers head literily exploded Everyone whined he came over and shot 2 of the classes bullies then the S.W.A.T stormed through the door telling him to drop the weapon then he tryed to shoot them but they shot him in the head with their machine guns. Now I am scarred for life.

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The writer

Before her corruption, Tessh was originally a human being named Robin Williams. Born in the year 1981, she grew up in the town of Point Pleasant West Virginia. She was well known and loved by her neighbors and friends.

Robin’s true best friend was Robert Anderson, a tall redhead with a love for filming wildlife. Their favorite spot to film was in the woods that outlined Robin’s backyard. There they could film without anyone disturbing them.

They had been working on a documentary on the life cycle of the deer. Robin cataloged each dear they filmed by size, shape, gender, and give each deer a name . The two teens spent a few hours of the weekday trying to get footage. They tracked deer herds to a river where they got the best footage. They worked on the film for six months.

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