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.

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.

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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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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Stalked by a Mountain Lion

I was nineteen years old when this happened. I’m thirty-two now but the thought of what happened that night still sends shivers down my spine. I visited my dad in a small town called Rio Grand City, he has a house inside his ranch which is perfect because i love hunting. My dad and step mom were going to be out for a few hours for they were heading to a party. My dad urged me to come but I didn’t want to, later on I regret that decision.

As my parents left I went to my room and grabbed my bow and arrow and my fathers 38 special revolver. I headed out deep into the ranch before it got too dark hoping to find a deer or bob cat, I was an expert with my bow and arrow and wanted to see if i still had it. I go to my usual spot which has a deer blind my dad bought when I was six. There I waited and waited till darkness was upon me. I was quite disappointed no animals had shown up, I decided it was time to head back home.

As I exited the deer blind I could barley see anything except for the moonlight, stupid me forgot to bring a flashlight but never the less I had my phone and it had a flashlight app. I continued my walk home when i got the eerie feeling I was being watched. I brushed it off as it’s probably my imagination its getting dark and i’m all alone out here. Even with the light on my phone I could barley see what was in front of me, all of a sudden I stopped for I heard a twig break. I looked around but saw nothing one again I brushed it off as maybe a rabbit or a road runner we have a  lot of those in my dads ranch.

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The Hand

Doors forcibly slammed, while four residents exited the convertible. Two sisters, similar features with the same glossy ocean hues, blonde hair bouncing with such grace despite the absolute no effort put in them. A muscular man in mid-forties, hair barely thinning while the beginning of a beard showing on his facial features, as his blond hair was decently messy. Emerald orbs staring toward the house displayed in front of them all, eyes dull without a spec of emotion. His height like a skyscraper compared to the other three females by his sides. A round women with curly hair similar toward the two younger girls, yet a dark shade of chestnut brown. Face coated with all types of concealers and powder, the strong smell of perfume overwhelming everyones sense of smell.

“We’re seriously going to live here?” The man inquired, eyes shifting toward the plump woman who’s practically beaming with joy. Oblivious to the distaste her husband showed, heels clicking noisily as she sauntered to the trunk, popping it open.

She nodded, hauling two bags over her shoulder, a wide grin causing her dimples to show off. “Yes, we are Robert. The move is great for us, the house is ginormous!” Ignoring the huff of protest, the women ushered her daughters to grab their bags, they did without a hint of protest. The sibling with a curvy figure seemed more uncertain, while the other blocked out all of her worries since her mothers words reassured her.

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Mr. Googly Eyes

Lila. Where do I even begin with her? If she’s not flashing a toothy grin with lips smeared with chocolate ice cream, she’s prancing around the backyard, lost in a four-year-old’s fantasy of princesses, witches, and fairies. Sometimes she’ll invite a friend or two over for a play date and I’ll watch them run around; her long brown hair blows calmly in the gentle breeze, and there’s nothing better than seeing my daughter beam with excitement as she embraces the wondrous thoughts that fuel her imagination.

Yes, it truly is precious to watch her grow and explore, to live a life as every child should: free from the dangers that threaten the outside world. I wish I could say that Lila’s young life has remained full of joy, welcomed in that fragile sanctuary where bliss and wonder comfort her each day. But about four months ago, she was exposed to a cruel reality that no child should ever have to face. An unnerving danger that shouldn’t exist to begin with. This is her story. Well… more like our story…

For the past ten years, I’ve worked as a traveling businesswoman for a private software company. My occupation often leads me around different parts of the country, but occasionally I travel internationally as well. London, Paris, Tokyo, I’ve been to several global hotspots. As you can imagine, the job certainly has its perks; perhaps the biggest being that the paycheck comes in six figures. My husband owns a law firm so between the two of us, we’re living what most people might consider to be the American Dream. A mansion tucked away in suburban Pennsylvania, complete with an in-ground pool, a tennis court, and a small movie theater… It’s certainly a lifestyle to be grateful for.

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The Knocking man

Hi my names john im a 15 year old male i’m about 6,0 and well built not exactly someone you would pick a fight on, i am also not scared very easily.

Well this is my experience of the Knocking Man.

It all started well over year ago when i was going through some creepy sites on the dark web,I came across a rather strange video where there was a dark room light by a single candle i remember seeing a man walk through a door into this room,he wore all black and his face was covered with black paint, all you could see was his big white wide eyes gazing at you as if he was staring straight into your soul. I remember him moving his giant red lips whispering something i could hear it so i turned my laptop up as soon as i did he ran at the camera, this made me fall back in my chair when i got back up he started laughing with a evil demonic laugh like nothing i have heard before, then suddenly the laughing come to a stop and my whole laptop froze the screen went blank and stayed blank for a couple of minutes or so then in big white writing it said YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! I couldn’t comprehend this i sat there in my chair thinking what had just happened. The text was still on my screen i tried everything and it wouldn’t come off i ended up getting a screw driver and took the battery out of the laptop i have never touched it since.

After about a month or so i had basically forgotten about it but then it started hearing , a faint knocking at my window every night. This knocking was really effecting my life, my social life was gone, I was failing my grades and I started arguing a lot with my parents all because of this Damn Knocking! I know what your thinking why didn’t you just look out of your window? Which i did almost every night but when i did it stopped and as soon as i got into bed it would start again.To me this is impossible the only way you could reach my window would be to use a ladder every time i checked there was nothing just my parents car in the drive way.

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Dead Tony: The eye collector

On November sixth,2014, I moved into a new apartment with my daughter Melissa. She was seven years old. Everything was going well, we had a pretty house. The house was near a forest,it was supposed to help Melissa with her asthma.

One day she went out to play with her friends,and she hasn’t returned in along time. I wadbat home playing with my dog Emily, it was already 9pm, and Melissa still didn’t return home. I was worried something might have happened to her, so I wore my coat, took a flashlight and went out to look for Melissa.

After a while I finally found Melissa. She was sitting on a bench, cavering her eyes and crying “What’s wrong?!” I asked her. She hugged me tightly and began to explain. “I’m sorry dad, all this time you warned me not talk to strangers, and I didn’t listen.” She said.

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