Homesick

 

Homesick

      This story happened to me over the span of about 5 years, starting back in 1999 during my second year of middle school and ending near my 18th birthday. Before I begin, I’d like to apologize for the length of this story, as it really means a lot to me and I feel that I need to spend some time explaining all of the details. Now I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts and spirits and all that. Even now, I find it very hard to place my trust in the supposed paranormal encounters that I hear from time to time. However, these events that I’m about to share changed my life forever, and I will never think about life and death the same way again.

The story starts when I was 12 years old and attending 7th grade in Black Forest Colorado. I didn’t have many friends at the time because I was new to the area, and I was also a bit shy. I can’t even recall who I was friends with back then. However, I remember very clearly the day that I met her. She was a tall blonde girl who always had this sad and confused look in her eyes. Her name was Allie. I had seen her around the school before, and I knew that there was something a little off about her, like she had some kind of mental disability or something. Whenever I saw her she was always sitting somewhere by herself and drawing in her notebook.

People would make fun of her all the time because she was so quiet, like she literally never said a word to anyone. Ever. I actually thought that she might have been mute. It wasn’t until about half way through the semester when I noticed her standing near the school entrance, clutching her notebooks tightly to her chests, and looking as though she was about to cry. A few kids were holding up a picture that she had drawn, waving it around in the air while taunting her like a bunch of entitled assholes with nothing better to do than to humiliate this poor girl.

I decided to intervene because I was so disgusted with how cruel those kids were being to her. I quickly walked up from behind, snatching the drawing with one hand and grabbing Allie’s hand and pulling her away with the other. I gave little concern to the bullies cursing me from behind, and we kept walking hand in hand for a few seconds before I pulled her aside and handed her the drawing. “You really need to stand up for yourself” I said. “Next time you should just walk away from them, like seriously don’t even pay attention to those jerks. Okay?” She just gazed down at her crumpled up drawing without even acknowledging my words. “I can walk you home if you’d like.” She pursed he lips for a moment before she finally shifted her gaze towards me. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then she smiled softly and nodded her head.

I tried to make small talk with her on the way over to her house, but she only ever used facial expressions and nodded her head to respond. It was a bit awkward to be honest, but I felt really bad for her, and I just wanted someone to treat her like a human being for once. I don’t think she realized how pretty she was, and I wondered what could have led her to have such a poor self-image.After about 20 minutes or so we both arrived in front of her house. Immediately, I got a very creepy vibe from the place. I could tell that Allie didn’t like the house either, and she seemed a bit hesitant to go inside. She walked up to the front door and stalled for a bit before walking inside. She turned around and waved at me as she closed the door behind her.

I really didn’t want to hang around near that house any longer, so I continued to jog down the road to my house, a little faster than usual. The next day I sat alone on the bleachers after school and watched the soccer team practice for a while. After probably half an hour had passed, I thought I heard footsteps coming from behind me, so I turned around to see who else had nothing better to do than to watch the junior high soccer team practice. To my surprise, it was Allie. She smiled at me when she saw that I noticed her, and she continued to walk down the isle towards where I was sitting. She sat down really close to me and looked out at the field. “I’ve always enjoyed watching sports, although I could never seem to understand them” she said softly.

Obviously I was a bit bewildered when she said this, here I had thought that she wasn’t able to speak. I must’ve been the first person at the school that she had ever spoken to. I was about to make some kind of remark about her finally talking, but I thought it better not to as I didn’t want to offend her. “Yeah, me too. Soccer is the only sport where I really feel like I know what’s going on” I replied. It took me a few too many seconds before I thought of something else to say. “You seem to really enjoy drawing.” I remarked. She blushed a little when I said that. “My mom taught me how to draw.” “Was your mom an artist?” I asked. “I think so” she replied, “I didn’t know her very well. She passed away a long time ago.” “I’m sorry. My mom also died a while back.”

She seemed to open up a lot more after I said that. She eventually told me about how she had been living alone with her father for most of her life. And she kept telling me that he was a “mean man”, and he would often punish her for the smallest mistakes. She mentioned that her dad once forcefully held her hand in boiling water because she knocked over a bowl of soup by accident. He also blamed her for every time he had a bad day at work. After hearing this I started to feel sick, I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. She was such a sweet person. She sure as hell didn’t deserve to be treated like trash by everyone, including her own father.

After about 15 minutes or so the sun broke free from behind the clouds, and Allie started to take off her jacket. When she did this I caught a quick glimpse of several pink ribbon scars along her forearm. I could feel my heart sink after seeing this. I was uncertain as to what I should say, but I eventually just asked if she wanted to hang out after school sometime. She seemed unsure at first, but let out a slight smile and agreed.

Sometime later that week Allie came over to my house and we watched movies and stuff for a few hours. We both had a pretty good time and she seemed really happy. After that, Allie and I became close friends. We would walk to school together, eat lunch together, and after school we would often go exploring the woods behind my house. Despite her seeming really happy while she was with me, I could always tell that she was hiding something. I could sense that she was slowly falling apart on the inside. She never wanted to go back home after school, and sometimes she would come over to my house late at night because she was afraid of her dad.

I remember us talking about how we were going to run away and never come back. She was like a sister to me, and I felt that I had to do everything I could to protect her. I really wanted her to live the peaceful life that I knew she truly deserved, and I felt that if I didn’t look after her, no one else would. As time went on though, we started to see each other less and less. Allie ended up going to a different high school than me, and I moved about 20 minutes outside of town so she couldn’t walk to my house anymore.

I started to get caught up in some unfortunate things that were going on in my life, and I sort of drifted off from reality for a while. My parents got a divorce shortly after I turned 16, and as a result I became a bit of an alcoholic. I soon fell into a rather serious depression, and I stopped talking to many of my friends. I only saw Allie once maybe every few of months at this point. Eventually my junior year of high school came around, and this was about the time that I started to have these really weird dreams, which I now believe to have some sort of spiritual meaning. Keep in mind that I’m not really much of a religious person. This all happened over 12 years ago, but I can clearly recall almost every detail in my mind.

The first dream happened one night after I had practically drank myself to sleep. I found myself standing upside down in a nearly pitch black forest somewhere. It was like the whole world had been flipped, and gravity was somehow reversed. I looked all around me and saw nothing but a dense overgrowth of intertwining branches and leaves. There was an odd familiarity to the place, and I felt like I had been there before, although I could not quite put my finger on it. I suddenly noticed an old rope swing that had been tied to a tree, which was now swaying back and forth in the breeze. When I saw this, it felt as though something had just punched me in the gut, like I had just been electrocuted. I then heard a loud ringing sound in my ears and began to discern a very tall figure about 20 yards ahead of me in the woods. Whatever this thing was, it must’ve stood roughly 40 or so feet high, as it was towering above the trees. The entity was incredibly thin, probably only a foot two wide. It blended in perfectly with the dense foliage, and if it were not for its haunting white eyes which illuminated part of the forest canopy, I would have easily mistaken it for a tree.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with an enormous feeling of sadness and heartbreak, the likes of which I had never felt before. I felt myself fall to my knees and my vision became very blurry with tears. This tall black creature then bent down so that its face was only a few feet above mine. The only feature I could make out on this thing were its eyes, which were blindingly bright at this point. I don’t remember being afraid of this thing, and I got the impression that it felt sympathy for me.

Then, without opening its mouth, it began to speak in this soft, calm voice. It said, “I’m here, you’re not”. I felt my heart sink even more as it spoke. And again, it repeated the sentence, “I’m here, you’re not.” It said the same thing 5 or 6 more times before its eyes suddenly started to shimmer with red and blue light. The light grew brighter and brighter until all I could see were the colors red and blue. And then, I woke up. Only a couple of seconds after I awoke, I was immediately startled by my alarm clock going off, which was set for 7:30am. I reached over and turned off my alarm, and then sat up in my bed confused, and tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“What the Hell was that supposed to mean?” I thought to myself. I realized that the horrible feeling of grief I had just moment ago was now nowhere to be found, yet I remembered it very clearly. It just felt like a normal dream, the feeling was gone, and I wasn’t really all that shaken up by the whole thing. Still, something didn’t feel quite normal about that dream. Puzzled, I got up out of bed and carried on with my day. About two weeks had passed after that, and the dream I had earlier was hardly ever on my mind anymore. I fell asleep one night on the couch while watching a movie, and once again found myself in the same dream world as before. Although this time there was something different. The forest was burning bright with fire, and I could feel the heat coming from all around me. I looked around me to see if I could find that creature again, and sure enough there it was, standing high above the tree tops. I was immediately overwhelmed with that same gut wrenching sense of sadness that I had felt in my previous dream. This time, I collapsed completely onto the wet ground beneath me. The dark figure then knelt down beside me, and came very close to my face when it spoke in that same calm voice. However this time it sounded a little more urgent than before. It spoke to me softly, quickly chanting the following phrase, as if it did not have much time. “Find me here, I’ll be sleeping.” It rapidly said the same thing several times before its eyes began to flash red and blue once again.

I woke up in the same fashion as the first dream, and shortly afterwards I could hear my alarm go off in the other room. This seemed strange to me, because that meant that I had woken up at the exact same time as my last dream. The thought of this frightened me a little bit, but I still wasn’t sure what the message I heard in my dream meant, if anything. I realized that this second dream was a lot shorter than the first one, like it had been sped up or something. As I did before, I continued on with my day, but this time I wasn’t about to let the dreams go. I knew that there was something strange happening to me, and it wasn’t just a dream like any other. I thought that there was surely going to be another dream like this sometime soon, so I patiently waited for my next experience. Two months went by, and by now I was willing to let go of the bizarre dreams and forget that they ever happened. I was exhausted after a long and particularly awful day at school, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home. That’s when I had the third dream, and this one was not like the others. This felt very real.

I was already lying on the ground and crying when this dream began, and the creature spent no time bending over towards me, as it was already knelt down beside me. It was as if the creature didn’t want to waste any time, and was abandoning the beginning of the dream. One other thing I noticed was that I was no longer hot from a surrounding fire, instead I was shivering from a biting cold, and the forest was covered in about a foot of snow. Without delaying, the eyes started to flash red and blue again as the creature spoke, only saying the phrase once this time. “Why did you wait? You’ll know when you feel it.” I felt an electric shock race throughout my body before I was jolted awake.

The moment I opened my eyes I knew something was very wrong. I could sense that something bad was about to happen, and I don’t know how, but it felt like someone was watching my every move. Not in a creepy way, but more like whatever was watching me knew what was about to happen next as if they had seen it all before. It didn’t feel threatening to me, it felt sort of, sad, like it felt deep empathy for me and wanted to comfort me but didn’t know how. It’s hard to explain what I was feeling, it just all felt so clear in that moment. I was absolutely certain that something terrible was going to happen, but any attempt I might make to stop it from happening was hopeless.

My shaking hand instinctively reached over to grab my phone for some sort of quick comfort. I noticed that it was 7:30pm. “Oh God what is about to happen?” I whispered out loud. I then saw that I had 11 missed calls, so checked my call history fearing the worst. I got a sickening feeling in my gut when I looked over my missed calls. It was Allie. She has called me 11 times while I was asleep. I didn’t even bother to call her back, instead I threw off my covers and hurried downstairs and into the garage. I quickly hopped on by bike and headed out into the night.

I remember praying desperately to God that everything would be okay as I rode towards Allie’s house, which was over an hour away. The whole way there, I continued to feel as though someone was watching over me, pushing me to ride faster through the pouring rain and the dense fog. Finally after an exhausting 2 hours of riding my bike I entered my friend’s neighborhood. As I was rounding the corner nearest to her house I began to see the reflections of red and blue lights shimmering off the wet ground. “Dear God please tell me I’m dreaming.” I whimpered quietly in my head. I felt all the life drain from my body as I caught my first glimpse of the house. Men in yellow reflective suits rushed towards the old house, breaking down the door whilst calling out my friend’s name. My gaze then shifted to Allie’s father, who was yelling out profanities as he was being held down over the hood of a police car. A wave of heat swept over me as I approached. The house was entirely engulfed in fire, and I stared helplessly at the flames as they rose high into the night.

I suddenly lost all my strength, and my legs gave way beneath me. The realization that all this was really happening was slowly setting in. I felt the tears streaming down my face, and that’s when I fell over onto the ground. Eventually one of the paramedics saw me laying there and came over to see what was wrong. I asked him if my friend was in there, but the man just shook his head and told me that he was sorry. I handed the man my phone and he called my mom for me, because he could clearly tell that I was too shaken up to speak any longer. I think I sat there for at least an hour and a half, just watching the house as it burned to the ground, knowing that my friend was probably in there. My mother later came rushing up from behind before hugging me tightly.

I tried to hold back my tears in front of my mom but to no avail. She knew how much Allie had meant to me at one time, and she kept telling me how much she loved me. She continued to embrace me for a while longer before we headed back home. That night I sat up in bed staring at the ceiling until the sun came up. I managed to get some sleep around 8:30am, but when I awoke, I knew that whatever was watching over me was gone. The feeling I had the night before had completely left without a trace. I remember feeling very alone. I expected something to happen that day, but nothing did. I was still able to get out of bed and head to school that day. The whole time, I didn’t feel anything, no sorrow or anger. Why couldn’t I feel anything? It didn’t take long for the news of what really happened to get around town. Allie had done something to upset her dad, something minor and insignificant I imagined. Yet he, in all his stupidity and drunken rage, chose to lock Allie in her room.

Meanwhile he went back downstairs and began tearing the place up, a common tradition with Allie’s dad. Throwing chairs against the walls, smashing bottles, and even knocked over a large fake tree in the living room, which ignited the moment it made contact with the fireplace. Long story short, her father claims that he was not able to rescue Allie and still have enough time to escape from the house himself. I don’t know what became of him, all I know is that he was arrested and no one ever saw him again. The only thing that mattered to me was that I had just lost my only true friend, forever.

I truly cannot describe how horrible the feeling was once I learned what had happened to my friend. I wanted to mourn for my friend right then and there, but somehow I had forgotten altogether how to cry. My mind just became numb to it all. And besides, life wasn’t about to grant me a moment of morning just yet. No, my friends death was soon followed by the death of my cousin, whom I was very close with. He had taken his own life after a painful 11 years battle with Bipolar disorder and depression. My mother, also passed away from cancer the following year.

It was one of those times where everything feels so surreal, that your mind keeps trying to convince you that it was just a dream. There’s this desire to just fall back asleep because maybe when you wake up everything will be okay again, or maybe you just won’t wake up at all. I could feel so much sorrow and guilt like I had committed some kind of crime, but I don’t know what I had done wrong. Such a horrid feeling, one that is much worse that any fear or pain that I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t feel like I could bear it forever. And how deeply I wanted to cry, and let all the emotions flow out, yet somehow I couldn’t muster the strength to do so.

I started having these dreams, after my mother had passed, of a dark hole. I couldn’t see anything, but I could tell that I was falling. I was afraid to do anything, yet the longer I fell, the more scarred I became. I couldn’t take it anymore, I really wanted to die. But there was that feeling again, someone was watching over me, but this time it didn’t feel sad, it was as if it was letting me know that I was safe. I would then suddenly feel myself laying down, with sunlight beaming down on my face, although I still could not see anything. I would always wake up shortly after this.

The world didn’t stop to wait for me while I was falling to pieces, everyone was moving on without me. I learned to enjoy the feeling of being left behind, it was a strangely comforting feeling since it made it easier for me to fade away. However, I didn’t fade away like everyone else did at the time. I probably would have though, and I would likely not be here today if I was left alone much longer. But something happened that changed my life forever, something that reminds me that we are never truly alone, no matter how painfully alone we may feel at times.

I had one final dream, about a month before my 18th birthday, one which makes me smile every time I think about it. I remember being on all fours, struggling to push back on an immense force that was trying to bury me into the ground. I was calling out for help but no one was around to hear. I tried so hard and for so long to keep this force at bay,but finally, I realized that I could not win this battle. I surrendered to the feeling and let myself fall to the ground. I closed my eyes, and cried softly as I breathed my last breath.

I was no longer afraid, and I was ready to die. A sensation then gently washed over me as my whole body began to tingle. Something told me to open my eyes, and when I did I was sitting on the edge of a pier, looking out at this beautiful orange sky. I turned to the left of me, and there she was, my sweetest friend. She smiled innocently as I looked right through her. No words were spoken, we just gazed out at the sunset together. Allie used to sometimes tell me how much she wanted to go to the beach, yet she had never been. And now, I was right there with her, and it wasn’t a dream. It felt like we were right there. I could hear the waves crashing against the supports underneath the pier, and I could feel a gentle breeze caress my face.

This was by far the most beautiful moment I have ever experienced in my life. I suddenly felt a calm warmth in my chest, and I turned to tell Allie that I loved her, but before I could speak she leaned over and wrapped her arms around me. She held me so tightly, and I started to cry tears of joy, sadness, and confusion all at the same time. I felt something that I can only describe as pure love fill the dark hole in my soul. We sat there in each other’s embrace for what must have been several hours.

Finally, she spoke softly in my ear in her sweet familiar voice. She said that it was time for her to go, and then she said something that has stayed with me in my mind every day since. “We are all here” she said. “Close your eyes and we are there with you, always.” When I opened my eyes she was gone. I sat there alone on the pier for a while longer, not really thinking about anything, before I awoke in my bedroom. And that was the end of it. I’ve never had anything strange or paranormal happen to me since then, and I honestly don’t think that I ever will again.

Whatever that creature was in the first three dreams, it was definitely not some kind of spiritual representation of my friend Allie. It was something else altogether. Maybe it was an angel of some sort. I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure, but it was more than just a figment of my imagination. It foreshadowed the worst year of my life, and it made predictions which later came true. I’m pretty clueless as to what its intentions were, but it didn’t feel threatening in any way. This, whatever it was, had a deep connection with me. It felt like a mother looking after her child. Very strange indeed.

Anyways, I have since moved to California, where I sometimes drive the beach and head to the pier around sunset. It makes me feel closer not only to Allie, but also to all the others that I’ve lost over the years. When you lose someone that you care deeply about, it forms a wound that can never truly heal. Sure we all have to get on with our lives, and the memories of our loved ones inevitably begin to fade over time. But when you care about someone deeply, you form a powerful connection with that person, one that we often don’t notice until they’re gone.

They will always be a part of you, no matter how long it’s been since they’ve passed. I know how you cannot forget the ones that you’ve lost, because every now and then a sudden thought will overwhelm you, often sparked by something simple that reminded you of them, like a particular fragrance or feeling. It will come back and tear you to pieces once again. I know in my heart of hearts that this feeling is simply too strong to break, and not even death can silence the bond I have with those I’ve lost. I truly believe that my friends and family will be there in the end, and that we will be together again someplace much kinder than this world. We all have that one memory that burns deeply, yet we can’t seem to let go of it… and this is mine.

Creepy Shower Story

Hello, I’m a young girl from the US and have this story I’ve wanted to share for some time.Let me start off by saying, if you don’t believe in ghosts or spirits, some experiences I’ve had made me believe in them. I’ll just tell one story for today.

So this happened one night while I was taking a shower. My mom was busy while my dad and brothers were watching TV. About 5 minutes into the shower, I got a strange feeling like something was near me or watching me. I just shook it off and thought it was just me acting up after listening to some scary stories on youtube. Yes, I watch scary stories, and thank god I do. It helps me keep in check and know what to do in dire circumstances.

So, as I was saying, as I felt watched by someone or something, I felt uncomfortable. The next thing I know, I hear a thud coming from the wall. I almost slipped. Before I could over react, I thought well, maybe it’s just one of my brothers pulling a trick on me, since they do that a lot. Well, I was wrong.

The next thing that happens is the water. It turns cold. I understand that if you turn the hot water knob of a faucet while the shower is running it’ll turn cold, so I thought nothing of it and decided it was just someone washing their hands or whatever. After I dry myself and get into clothes, I ask “Who was it that turned on the hot water while I took a shower?” What my other brother said still haunts me. He said “No one went to the bathroom or turned on the water, we just stayed here watching sports the whole time. Why?” I felt my face turn pale.”Oh, nothing.” I replied. I stayed downstairs until everyone went up.

‘Till this day, I still get the creeps after thinking of what happened. Though, it may have just been something outside that caused the noise and something just happened to make the water run cold, I still feel nervous just thinking if someone or something could have done that. I still feel watched when I take a shower. I don’t know why… But, even if something like this has happened to anyone, please be careful, just as I am now.

Point Pleasant, West Virginia

I’ve been a fan of Darkness Prevails for a few weeks now, and have thoroughly enjoyed all of his work, though, a few stories have always bothered me. The Mothman stories tend to be rather personal, and even sometimes frustrating for me as I’ve had my own encounter with this creature, which is very much different from a great majority of the rest.

For context, I grew up in the suburbs of Northern Ohio, right outside some big cities. The thing with Ohio is that you are never more than twenty minutes away from some rural parts, therefore, I was well versed in both city and country living. My parents were amateur “ghost hunters” and frequently went out of town to ghost hunt. One spot they came across was a small city in West Virginia named Point Pleasant. Any fan of cryptozoology or the paranormal would know of this place, so it was no surprise when my parents fell in love with the area.

So much so, that when I was about thirteen, my family bought a hundred acres of land, a mere twenty or so miles from the town, right along the Ohio River. It was our little retreat where we would go every other weekend to escape the drag of everyday life.

Now our property has much history on it allegedly. According to legend, a dead Shawnee Chief cursed ours and the surrounding lands, a werewolf sighting happened in town last October, and my mother swears she seen a little boy roaming our campsite. But none of these come even relatively close to my encounter with the ominous and legendary Mothman of Point Pleasant.

As most of you probably already know, Point Pleasant is the first, and only, location the Mothman has been seen (for the most part). So it was a must for my mother, father, friends and I to go out and explore the areas he is said to roam. As practically everyone in town has had an encounter, we asked around town for some leads, and any bit of online research backs up their claims that the Mothman lives in these old WW2 bunkers just a few miles north of town.

Allegedly the bunkers were old bomb warehouses in the 40s and 50s but after the war, the government closed up the bunkers and turned the surrounding land into a state park, patrolled by park rangers. Naturally, we sped through the backroads until we found the park and after an hour of driving around the forest in broad daylight, decided to get out and walk around. Immediately we came to these paths with chains going across, eliminating vehicular travel, so we walked through.

About a hundred yards down the trail we came upon a small clearing. Immediately walking into these clearing, the hairs on my neck stood up and my heart skipped a beat. There, on the other side of this small clearing, stood a large concrete bunker, overgrown with the forest. I honestly did not expect to find anything, so upon seeing this, the stories suddenly became that much more real. Gathering our courage, my friend and I walked up to the bunker, which was clearly pad locked with one of those really heavy solid steel pad locks.

The first thing, and probably most intimidating thing we noticed was the bright caution sign on the door, warning us of ‘highly explosive contents’. Being the idiotic sixteen year old I was, I laughed to my friends and put my ear against the solid metal door, listening in. I then grabbed the long metal door handle and shook the door with all of my might, but it barely budged, despite being probably 60 or 70 years old. We took plenty of pictures, which I plan on sharing, and then moved on to find more bunkers all on separate paths down the road a bit more. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but my mother refused to return to that first bunker we came across, saying it gave her an uneasy sense of dread and the desire to puke.

This was entirely surprising as my mother has dealt many times with the supernatural and has been barely phased.

Beyond that, nothing happened regarding the Mothman for a while. That was until this summer, nearly two years later. This happened about a month and a half ago, conveniently, a few days before finding this website. So myself and five of my closest friends all went camping on my parent’s property near Point Pleasant, in the hopes that we could enjoy one last outing together, as most of us are leaving for the military relatively soon. We were all eighteen, except for our friend ‘Dylan’, who was twenty-five. It was our first night there, we were sitting around the campfire telling jokes and stories, just being average teenagers.

Our night was going really well until about 3 AM, when Dylan excused himself to go pee. We continued to laugh and hangout when a few moments later, Dylan returned with a concerned expression on his face. When we asked him what was up, he told us it sounded like a deer was wounded, down the slope a bit. He was a strong lover of animals, despite being a stone faced, Army combat veteran, which made us chuckle a bit. I told him that, as we were on top of a mountain, the sound travels very well, but he insisted that it was nearby and we should go check it out.

So, admittedly a little curious myself, I agreed and our friends Bryan and Luke stayed by the camp while Dylan, Han, Mickey, and myself went to check it out. Immediately leaving the vicinity of the fire, we could hear the groans of a wounded deer carrying through the trees. It did indeed sound close by, so we followed the noise until we reached a large ravine, with no way across. Stopping to assess our situation, we noticed the cries of the deer had stopped, in fact, every night creature had stopped making noise, and only the gentle flow of the wind through the trees, made a sound.

This creeped us out a bit, wondering if their was a predator nearby, as bears, mountain lions, coyotes, and all sorts of poisonous snakes roamed our woods. Dylan and myself brought guns, him a 12 Gauge Remington Shotgun, and myself a Semi Automatic Colt AR-15, both very capable of handling a bear or mountain lion. After 15 minutes of searching for a way across the ravine, we gave up and began to head back the way we came, but as soon as we got five steps away, the groaning deer started up again, louder and more drawn out than before, and so we turned around and it stopped.

This pissed off my friend Han, who stomped down toward the edge of the ravine, shining his light down. Just then, his flashlight went out, and before anyone could react, we all felt a rush of air and an enormous presence loom before us, but we could see nothing but black.

Then, the ground beneath me gave out and Han and I found ourselves tumbling down the ravine slope. We both hit the bottom hard and got up quickly, we scrambled for the flashlight, or the gun, or anything to use to feel less defenseless. We could hear yelling and running above us as I scrambled for the rifle.

It all went by in a blur, like they always say, until we found ourselves back at the top of the ravine, gun in hand, running for the camp. We ran for what seemed like an hour, despite only hiking fifteen minutes down to the ravine. We both dropped instinctively when a shotgun blast rang through the air and as we got back up, another shot went off, and another, and then, silence. It was only then that I realized my leg was bleeding and Han was crying. We sat for a few moments, listening and scanning the trees when suddenly Han grabbed my shoulder and yelled for me to “Shoot it! Just shoot the damn thing!”

At that, I sprung around to see two red eyes staring at us from a tree, probably about two hundred feet away and thirty feet up. I froze, not able to shoot, calmly mesmerized by its blood red, but yet also bright red eyes. My sense of ease scared me even more, and clearly shook Han, as he just grabbed my shoulder and ran, and so we ran as fast as we humanely could until we broke onto the ridgeline into the camp where everyone else was already scrambling. We all immediately packed our things and got in the truck and peeled out of their as fast as possible.

No one spoke the whole way home, and it was only after three days of being home that we asked Dylan what happened with him and Mickey. He said that they began to run back, and upon realizing we weren’t following, turned back, where this, “thing”, as he said, stepped into their path. He said he didn’t have time to study its body, all he noticed was its immense height, wings, and those “dammed red eyes”. He said that he thought it was a man, us, perhaps, before he noticed the eyes. He said he didn’t think, just reacted, and shot at the thing multiple times, then turned and ran. Mickey never had a chance to see it.

None of us except Han told our parents, and Han’s didn’t believe him, apparently, and now he won’t even talk about it. Since then, I’ve been obsessively researching the Mothman, knowing undoubtedly, that this was what we saw in those woods.

Since then, my family has returned to our property multiple times and have had no weird encounters with the Mothman.

Was he hunting us for stalking to close to his home in the bunkers? I plan on returning to the bunkers to find out about the creature, so maybe their will be another tale to tell soon, though I admit, I get cold sweats now, just typing this out.

Shadow Thing Under the Bridge

A little backstory before I get into things, back when I was in year 10 of secondary school, our Religious Studies class got taken on a trip to the Holocaust centre, we had to go around writing down any information that might come in handy for our upcoming exams. The trip was actually very interesting, our class even got to sit with a real concentration camp survivor, listening to his story from all those years a go was certainly a very moving experience. At the end of the trip we all got to go and have a quick look in the gift shop, I decided to buy a rubber red wrist band, the kind of thing you might see people who work for charity’s giving out, they usually have the name of the charity or their website on them to help raise awareness for whatever it is they’re raising money for. Anyway this wrist band had the words ‘Genocide- never again’ written on it, I figured it’s a nice, fitting souvenir. I put it on my wrist as we walked out and that was that.

About a year and a half or so later, that red wrist band had never left my wrist, it wasn’t hugely sentimental or anything, I just never really saw the need to take it off, after all it was water proof and I just kind of forgot it was even there. The reason for me telling you about this wrist band will make sense later on.

Now at the time this event took place, it was winter, me and my friend lets call her Lucy, we were meant to be going to a theme park early on a Saturday morning, it was a trip we’d been awarded by our school for over achieving in our grades. Coaches would be transporting us there, we had to be at the school 9:00am sharp, no later, or the coaches would be leaving without us. Lucy suggested as it was pretty early in the morning and she lived closer to our school, that I stop at hers the for night so we could make our way together, I happily agreed. I brought my sleeping stuff and change of clothes to school, so we could just go straight back to hers when the day was over. Now like I said, it was winter out, it had reached below freezing temperatures, however there was no snow or anything like that forecast for the next day so we never thought the weather would be an issue for this trip. We just needed to make sure we dressed appropriately.

Well we wake up the next day and low and behold a clear 6 inches of snow had fallen during the night and it was still coming down. Needless to say our trip was cancelled. A little bummed we decided to make the best of it and have a fun snow day. We were up early enough to get a McDonald’s breakfast. The roads were horrendous so instead of getting Lucy’s mom to drive us, we rolled us a few smokes, wrapped up and set off to get our hash brown’s. As we walked there I couldn’t get over how heavy it was coming down, we hadn’t seen snow like it for years. On the way back Lucy suggested we go sledging and that there was a place near by she knew it would be perfect for. Sounded fun to me, plus giving the fact I thought I’d be riding around on roller-coasters by now, it seemed like the next best thing. So we went, grabbed her sledge, I put on some mittens, which  I would just quickly  like to point out, covered up my red wrist band, again why I’m telling you this will make sense later on. Off we went on our journey.

The place she was taking me to was about a ten minuet walk from hers. We arrived at a bunch of field’s. Now I’m going to roughly explain the layout of this place which is kind of important to the story. Basically we had walk over one big field, at the end of it is a steep slope that leads onto the next field, at the end of this one there is another slightly steeper slope leading onto what I could see was a small football field with a couple of goal posts. I could see at the end of this field there was fencing surrounded by a load of vine and general greenery. I could also see a built up train track, separating the football field from the field on the other side, now that field I was actually familiar with as it was a short walk from my house. I’d never actually walked in the field, but I’d explored the church graveyard that resided right by it as a kid. Graveyards kind of interested me as a kid for some reason. Anyway because I’d never actually walked into that field, I didn’t know that under the built up train track, hiding along the fence, there was a creepy little bridge that lead you to the field’s we were now in.

The slopes at the end of each of the fields were ideal for sledging, so we started going up and down them both. It was no roller-coaster but I was still having fun. It started snowing really heavily again and so Lucy suggested we go and take shelter under the bridge at the bottom of the football field.

Now like I said, I didn’t know this bridge even existed and so obviously I had never been there before. To get the bridge, we had to go down a pretty steep pathway which kind of curved slightly and had all kinds of shrubbery more or less taking over its course. Once we reached the bottom I could see a small gravel pathway which lead us underneath the bridge. Looking ahead, straight away something caught my eye. There lying perfectly in the middle underneath the bridge there was what looked like a red wrist band. I pointed it out to my friend Lucy and jokingly said “Imagine if I picked that up and it was my wrist band”. She laughed and said that’d be kinda creepy. We walked up to it, finally sheltered from the cold wind and heavy snow. Curious I picked it up to see what it said. A chill ran down by spine when I read, you guessed it, ‘Genocide- never again’. I thought to myself, now that’s either one hell of a coincidence and someone who has also visited the Holocaust centre came to this exact bridge and dropped this here. Or it was mine. “But that’s impossible” I said. I rolled up the sleeves of all the layers I had on, took off the mittens that had been covering the band and… it wasn’t there. Now this wrist band hadn’t fallen off me since the day I put it on 1 and a half years ago, any time it had come close I’d always noticed. It was impossible not to as it was made of rubber, so I could always feel if it was rolling over my hand. But still, being the logical person I am, my mind started searching for answers for how it could have possibly ended up here. There were none, it wasn’t possible. Lets say I got caught up in all the fun of sledging and it did some how fall off my wrist without me noticing, (baring in mind I had multiple layers covering it), the ground was covered with a fresh layer of white snow, so surely I would have noticed a bright red wrist band lying on the ground. Again though for arguments sake lets say I didn’t notice the red wrist band against the white snow and that the wind was strong enough to carry it across two large fields, it still would have had to taken a very specific route to end up exactly where it was, it would have had to travel specifically into the corner of the small football field, down the small steep path, without getting caught up in all the vines growing across it, along the gravel pathway, then once under the bridge where there was little to no wind to carry it into the middle.

We couldn’t believe it, we lit a few smokes, and started raking our brains. The whole time we sat there, something just felt off. We decided to call it a day and make our way back, as we approached the bottom of the steep path, Lucy was already half way up when I decided to take one last look back at the bridge, only to see a dark shadowy figure just standing there in the middle where the wrist band had been. I bolted up that path faster than I thought possible giving the fact the snow had made it kinda slippery. I decided not to tell my friend what I had just seen as I didn’t want to freak her out. She’d of probably thought I was just trying to scare her after what had happened anyway. In fact when ever I re-tell the story to my friends I always leave out that part, partly because I don’t think they’ll believe me and partly because the thought of even mentioning that shadowy figure gives me a sicky feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I’ve never personally been one to believe in the paranormal, though I’ve always been opened minded to the idea. But after exhausting all logical explanations for what me and my friend experienced, I’m left believing that what I saw that day under the bridge was as real as it gets.

I’ve since been back there by myself and all I can say is I definitely didn’t feel alone.

The Darkness That Appeared

The days were dark and gloomy, clouds were no longer white and fluffy; since that day. Especially that day. Every civilian in the town of Mender hid themselves in their homes, 24/7. Shadows roamed the streets, day by day, looking for their next human victim. I buried myself in the sheets that laid upon my bed, never leaving the warmth. The only times I left was for food, water, and to use the bathroom.

I am short on supply, I need to stock up again. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention: my name is Max Cage, I am a 24-year-old-male. I live on my own. I had a family, but The Darkness took them away from me. OH! That wretched, disgusting, evil Darkness, ate my family! I was 20 years old when this happened…you heard right. The Darkness has been here for four years straight. No one knows how it came to be. It just appeared and took the town in complete darkness. People began to be eaten by these ‘shadows.’

I had already almost been eaten before, that’s when I was first out of stock. It was utterly terrifying. The way they slithered with their feet was enough to make me gag. I wish I had died that day. I miss everyone, but soon, I’ll have to go back out and scavenge. I’ll need a flashlight and matches, which I likely have.

I crawled out of my king mattress and slowly walked to the window, slightly pulling over the curtains. I see nothing. Good. I sighed in relief. “Perfect.” A small smile curled against my cheeks. I fixed the curtains and grabbed my backpack, a flashlight and matches. As I was heading down my steps, I see the family photo. I heaved in a tiny breath and continue my small journey down the staircase.

I fixed the straps and tied my shoelaces. No shadows still to be seen, anywhere, but it was storming. No one wonder, they hate the rain. For some reason though..if you splash water on them, nothing happens, but if its rain, they are gone until the rain has stopped. The reason why everyone is afraid of these so called monsters, is because they either mangle you alive, eat you, or turn you into one if them. That pain is excruciating, I’ve heard and seen it. It is gross, I actually threw up that time.

My mom was the first to die in my family, she was protecting me and my little brother, but one of the shadows had mangled her. It was my turn to protect my brother, I was able to until week seventeen of The Darkness; he ran out of the house and stood there, allowing them to swarm him. He died! In front of me! He was only five years old at the time. Poor, poor, Carson..I do miss him. He was a fool, but he was my brother and I loved him so much. Now, my father, being the coward he is, he tried to leave us, but he actually fell off the bridge, don’t know how but he did.

I shook the memories away and carried on my mini mission of survival. When I stepped outside, the streets were deserted, papers and trash lying on the ground. I stepped forward in search of supplies. My bomber jacket keeping me warm from the almost ice cold air. I saw the perfect shop, it was also deserted but still in tact. The windows were still holding together, the doors weren’t broken.

I entered the abandoned yet organized store cautiously. Papers were surprisingly on the ground, scattered. Not many though.

Once I had gathered my supplies, I ran out behind a barrel. A low ear piercing growl was heard behind me.

I turned around slowly.

There it stood, a tall dark shadow standing there, as if it were judging me with its non existent eyes! I took a swing at it with my flashlight.

I missed.

I swung again, whacking it in the head.

It shrieked and disappeared. I took this as an opportunity and ran for my home that hid in a dark, clean ally.

When the door was shut, my body slid down it and onto the floor. My knees were pulled up to my chest. This day has been good to an extent. I was almost eaten, again.

By this point, my stomach had growled. I guess I should eat before I head to a slumber. I don’t know how much longer I can last in the apocalypse, I am trying to stay alive.

I’ve been alive for four years, I can make it longer, right? I hope so. I am just talking to no one in particular, just my imagination, of course.

I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else alive in three days. No one has come out since then.

My stomach had growled once more.

After the normal basis of eating my lunch, I sat on my small loveseat couch.

My family used to sit on this couch all the time!

A smile was painted onto my cheeks as the memories played through my brain. What wonderful days those were.

I heard crying, sounded like a child though. Curious, I stood up from my couch and opened my door.

I saw a young child being cornered by these Shadows.

My eyes widened in horror as I grabbed the flashlight that laid on a small table; by the front door.

My long legs ran as fast they could. I switched on the light and shone it at the Shadows.

They screeched and disappeared. The child thanked me by wrapping their small arms around my left leg.

“Thank you, thank you, sir!” The child smiled and then ran off to what I presumed their home; but before they disappeared, the child waved goodbye.

I chuckled and turned around, only to be faced by several shadows.

I gasped.

“Oh hell, why..”

I flashed them the light, they were still here!

“Why isn’t this working!” I said with frustration.

A Shadow attacked my left shoulder with a painful bite, its teeth gnawing through my skin.

I screamed in agony as I pushed it off with force.

It hissed and lunged towards me.

I ran in fear. Another latched onto my leg but I somehow kicked it off.

I ran into my home and shut the door as fast as possible. “Oh my god, oh my god.” I panted heavily.

With one rip, my shirt was off.

Black veins covered my shoulder. My instinct told me to cut these black veins.

I thought it was a good idea so, I ran into the kitchen for a surgery knife, gauze, stitching tools, and rubbing alcohol, as well a towel.

As soon as I sat on my couch, with the towel sitting under me to prevent blood going everywhere.

I clenched my teeth as I cut my shoulder open, allowing me to access the black veins.

My head slowly turned to look as I began to cut the veins. I whimpered with each cut. The cold air slapping against my open shoulder.

Blood gushed out as I finished the last black vein.

I quickly cleaned the wound while the pain kept increasing.

I relaxed my muscles and began to stitch the wound.

The gauze was wrapped around my arm and shoulder.

A small yawn escaped my lips. Why was I so tired? It is far too early.

The next morning I walked to my mirror and pulled off the gauze, my left arm was healed? My arm was just black, except some of my fingertips; how did my arm heal?!

I slipped on a new clean shirt and ran outside. The Shadows looked at me and approached me, they weren’t attacking?

Why?

“Master.” They all said in unison.

I raised up my black arm with my brows raised.

Out of some feeling, I thought of the Shadows disappearing, all of them.

Somehow, they were gone, all of them.

My heart beat quickened. “Do I really have control of these shadows?!” I said aloud, especially to nothing but myself.

Soon families and kids ran out, “They are gone! Gone for good!” They shouted with glee, “Yes! Haha!” Another person smiled and kids ran to me with a bounce in their steps

All the sudden, I smirked evilly.

Shadow-like arms ripped out from my upper back. They slithered and shadows appeared by my side, cackling with hunger.

And all the kids cried out, “Please stop you’re scaring us!”

A feeling in me didn’t care.

I mauled everyone into pieces..

Fresh blood stained the dark streets.

I am the Shadow Controller, I am Max Cage.