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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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