Its coming

Its coming…

Its coming for me i know he is

Every night i see its dark eyes watching me in the distance

I have to drink bottle after bottle just to get the
slightest taste of sleep before the nightmares jolt me awake

Those empty eyes that bore fear into every fiber of your existence

That skin so pale it looks like its glowing stretched so tight over almost nothing but bone it would tear from the slightest movement

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My aunt’s dog

I never dreamed of ever living at my aunt’s house; this is especially because I have visited beforehand. Her house is rather well-kempt altogether, yet I didn’t feel safe there. Visiting over the years, I knew it was not my aunt’s fault or any of the family members that would come over there. No, looking back, It was both her dog and horse that made me feel uneasy. The dog’s name was Baby, a medium-sized, slender mutt with a large appetite. The horse, on the other hand, was named Darren, a large horse who also ate as Baby had. It wasn’t just because they were animals; I, for one, knew I loved animals of every sort. I pondered over why for over an eternity but being here now reminded me well.

I arrived here somewhere around my birthday, carrying loads of boxes and bags. The first day felt like I was carrying the world on my back, and uncertainty itself was high. Weeks had passed and I grew very fond of my aunt. It was but a few months later that we received a dog whose owner was murdered. The previous owner’s sister is the one that ended up bringing the mutt here. She seemed normal at first, but I found her staring discomforting. I would never give her table scraps, but she came to me all the time. In the middle of the night sometimes, she would sleep outside my door with her short, bristled coat against it. She always made me feel like something was wrong, but there was no danger I could find. Whatever the case, I tried to leave my door open for her, but she refused to come in. The few times I did get her to be in here at all, she would quickly want to head back out.

Darren was alike but different when it came to the strange occurrences around me. Instead of being too close, he’d often run off as he suddenly was scared by something similar to how he acts if he accidentally gets sprayed with the water hose. To say the least, it was always in the opposite direction of where I stood.

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The Rescue

Location: England

I live in the rural end of a village in England, I have always thought I was very lucky with my line of work and where I lived. I was employed by an animal rescue charity. This tended to be wildlife call outs more than domestic, but I was pretty handy at getting a cat out of a tree.

Back in 1995 there was one particular night while on call, I will never forget.

It started as any normal night. I had just decided to watch a movie, when I received my first call of the evening, it was around 9pm. The caller advised that some live stock on his farm had been found dead in unknown circumstances. I told him that he would need to call the police or RSPCA as we didn’t deal with dead animals and politely ended the call.

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My encounter with arb

In my countey theres a legend about a spriti demon that shaped like a beautiful woman in the day and head with organs in the night. The story goes a princess from Cambodia was forcely wedded to a prince while being in live with someone l
else and was killed by the prince. before her marriage. The princess was to be executed for this behavior by burning alive. before this she received a pition from a witch and the potion would make her fire resistance. On that day of her execution the potion only 3ffect her head and her organs but not her body. then she became a demin that roam for foods at night floating with her head and organs. My encounter with her was when i went to my hometown for a special holiday. On the first night i saw a flashing light in the sky butnindont know what is was. The sexond night i saw it again so i decided to record and while i was zooming in i notice its face and organs. and it turned to me. I quickly ran into my house and told others biut my encounter they all thought that the thing i saw was ARB. We went back out together to see nothing in the sky and so is the next day. Until i never saw her again.

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The Hitchhiker That Never Existed – Duplicate

It was a very early morning around 6:30 a.m., on a Sunday, near Austin, Nevada.

I was pulled over on the side of a small, two lane country road to check out my car after hearing a loud thumping noise. I thought to myself, “dammit, I’ve got such a bad headache and I‘m so tired, this is the last thing I want to deal with.” I was currently on my way back from a company retreat where we were having team building exercises at a ranch.

I had to leave a day earlier than anyone else, and leave early in the morning because I was planning on going to a wedding around noon and it was a 5 hour drive back home.

I was already fully dressed for the wedding and ready to go straight to the church. I get to the front of car and see that my front right tire was completely flat, and there was huge puncture in the tire. As I was finishing up changing the tire with my spare, I see a man walking up from the embankment on the side of the road, wearing shorts with crudely cut edges and a plain t-shirt.

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The white belt

Last year i had received my black belt in Brazilian ju jitsu (BJJ) and I have been practicing martial arts for the last 20 years. I have opened my own school as well for the last ten years and have taught many martial arts but bjj was always the main one. To those of you who are unaware of bjj it is a grappling martial arts made in Brazil. It’s birth roots comes from judo. It mainly focuses on the ground element of fighting by using leverage and technique to beat a bigger and stronger opponent.

It mainly got huge coverage through the ufc where every mma fighter uses bjj in all of thier fights. There is the self defence side of bjj and sport side but I mainly try to balance both the sport and self defence side of bjj. Bjj has chokes, locks and many ways to move on the ground. It was the proudest moment of my life when I received my black belt and it took a lot of hard work and determination.

There are obviously the critics who say bjj is useless against multiple opponents and weapons but what martial arts truly is great against those situations. I truly love teaching and I have taken part in mma competitions and grappling competitions to prove my worth as a teacher. Although being a teacher is a completely different skill. Just because you can fight doesn’t mean you can teach it and vice versa. It’s takes real patience to teach and i love it and i love teaching white belts who have never done any martial arts before.

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The Hitchhiker That Never Existed

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I remember what it was like driving on the way here, very desolate, very long, and very cold. What could he mean by a “few” more miles down the road? In any case, I started to make some small talk with him to keep it from being awkward. I asked him his name but he spoke so quietly I could barely make it out, but it sounded like he said “Patient”, or “Patience”. I thought I just misheard him or he had a foreign name I couldn’t understand. I asked why he was out here so early and he had some story about how he likes to take long walks down this road in the mornings but this particular one he was feeling tired and didn’t think he could make it home on foot. I didn’t question him further, but thought it a little strange that this man was wearing such nice clothes while taking a walk in the middle of nowhere… and also while wearing those shoes.

As he was talking I would periodically glance over at him and I noticed how strikingly pale his skin was, like a chalky, white pale that I didn’t seem to notice earlier. I can’t explain it very well but longer I sat in the car with him, I felt almost like I knew him, like he was an old friend that I haven’t seen since childhood, and barely knew anymore, but still had some old memories to connect us…Each conversation died shortly and he kept staring out his window, keeping quiet for most of the drive. Multiple times I kept feeling like was about to doze off when right on queue he would make a comment about the weather or about the road, and then would remain quit after I responded. We’d been driving for at least 10 minutes when I finally spoke up and asked where exactly he needed me to drop him off. Without turning his head, he said in a quiet, raspy voice, “Just keep going, it can’t be much farther.” Every few seconds I would glance at him in my peripheral and see sitting in the same position, staring out the window, but frequently scratching his arms or his face.

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Ring a ring a rosey.

I decided to go traveling to a small forest near the Idaho-Montana border, we set up camp deep in the woods. My friends decided to take out beers but I stayed sober. It hit 3:00 in the morning and my friends were still awake. I was going to tell them to go to bed. I looked out the window and rubbed my eyes cause I was still tired and they were gone.

I quickly took my gun and went outside, my gun was an M16 rifle from the Vietnam war. (Reminder this was 1968.) I looked into the forest and there were two eyes blinking at me. I heard a sound coming from the sort of weird beast “Ring a ring a Rosey.” It continued for 4 seconds. I decided to silence it, so I took aim and fired, the cleanest shot that I ever fired, right between the eyes. Then I heard the most blood curdling scream ever, then it fell.

I ran over and checked it, it had my friends on a cross 3 miles from the camp sight. I’m guessing it was trying to crucify them. I checked around and found them. I wish I never hear that scream again.

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The Debit monster

I was going to a strip club, which meant I was going to require cash, Requiring cash meant conquering a serious fear of mine. A childhood fear that stemmed from something my grandmother used to say. Whenever I would pass a debit machine with her she would tell me to stay away from them. She said the debit monster could get me.

Seeing the hundreds of people who approached them daily sort of made me think she was lying. They would just walk up, pop in their card, collect their cash as it spilled out, and walk away unscathed. Seeing these people get their money unharmed put me slightly at ease about it, but I still didn’t like the thought.

I always avoided activities that required any amount of actual cash. Unless I could go into a bank and talk to an actual human, that is. Banks are only open during certain hours though, so the time had come to conquer my fear.

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Don’t get the boot

My friend Reuben and I had worked as commercial lobster fisherman for many years in Maine. I say worked, because Reuben doesn’t do it anymore. And I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to do it again after what I witnessed. I don’t think I could wear the clothes you need to do it.

Reuben and I were never rich and one day Reuben lost something that’s very important to our career. Reuben lost it to the sea. His ONLY pair of galoshes.They were ripped off in a damn near tragic accident during a storm. At that point Reuben was desperate so we decided to see if we could get him a new pair at our local thrift store. This was the only way he could afford new ones.

We went there straight away, Reuben still without shoes. Almost immediately after walking in, we saw a nearly new looking pair for only $1.00 and after checking they appeared to be Reuben’s size. He decided to try them on, in all their shiny yellow glory.

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