In a few seconds, they found the reason for the deathly silence of an otherwise active and busy household. There were corpses lying everywhere. It was a truly horrifying sight. Some had been flayed open while others had a few limbs missing. One officer threw up as the sharp scent of blood overpowered them. The farther they went in, the more corpses they found. The sight and smell was too gory and wretched to…
Tired, with a headache, and not in capacity to maintain my eyes open, I remembered next day was Halloween, which was the last thing I remembered before falling sleep. I woke up and saw the watch, it was three o’clock a.m. I listened to a weird sound that came from my closet; it was soft, but I could hear it like a rat scratching the walls. Intrigued about what was happening, I woke up and walked towards the closet. The sound gave me the chills.…
Snow started to shower as if on a peaceful rainy night and I look for any opening, trying to escape this creature that was following me. I could make out a large building figure ahead and ran directly to it, exhorting my energy as I advanced through the shivers in my body and aching bloodstained legs. An old tainted church-like mansion appeared as the fog cleared and I forced my way up the frigid sleet hill and onto a rusty pavement beside the building. I leaned upon the 5-metre tall wooden door trying to hear any sound coming from inside the outsized building, trying to sense any civilisation as the sky slowly turned into a rich black shade. I knocked onto the polished door, trying to depict a reaction from the owner that might've lived in this secluded place. Lights started to rapidly appear above the door and forming a luminous loop around the entire mansion, whilst the door blew open with such force that I was knocked back onto my spine. I tried to scamper away on my knees as a spine-chilling sensation started to form from what was a supernatural…
Then it began. Lullabies the reverberated across the house, with intermittent, ear splitting emphasized high notes that suggested the voice was miserably sobbing. Seconds later a door creaked open. My nose contorted at the smell of my own fear.…
After half an hour, we arrived at the graveyard. The graveyard was deserted and had hundreds of graves spaced out all over the field. The faint wind moaned through the trees and the grass danced. There was a high-pitched howl every so often. I feared that it might have been the dead spirits that came to complain about being disturbed. But I knew that ghosts weren’t real until…
Despite the many people, the same air of anguish hung around the church. The same eerie silence greeted everyone, only to be broken by a sob from someone, followed by a tear rolling down their cheek. In front of the church lay two coffins…
-- He looked around. Not a single soul was to be seen and there was a stunning silence, except for the rustle of teak tree leaves by the wind, or the occasional distant howl of a jackal. It was the strangest feeling he had ever had.…
1. How might the constructive nature of your perceptions play a role in what you experience while you’re walking at night through a graveyard said to be visited by spirits of the dead?…
You stumble across a cemetery and impulsively decide to take look around. Once you step inside, you immediately notice hundreds of tombstones scattered around. You take a long breath and move tentatively around knowing you have walked into the valley of death surrounded by silent souls. You look around and see the hollow eyes of death, smell the coldness of death, and hear the silent whispers of death. Tombstone after tombstone you wonder if that woman had a sister, what that young boy died from, what the old man did for a living, or why that young girl deserved to die. Tombstone after tombstone you suffocate in sorrow. Tombstone after tombstone you decide to maneuver your way out of the cemetery, but the smell of death sticks to your skin…
“Mom, mom, mom, mom!” I was practically screaming. I already knew what she was going to say. I just sat back on the couch and watched as a tear streamed down my face into my hand. I eventually fell asleep on the couch. I woke up at three in the morning and I could see the sun peaking out with the stars and moon retreating back until another night. I don’t know what came across me but I thought to myself why people are so cruel. I looked outside to see if anyone was out there. I just saw an empty street, just like one of those old ghost towns in old western movies.…
It suddenly turns into a cold and rainy day in my hometown of Autumn Burrow. Damp and mellow was what my town felt like today. Autumn Burrow's the place where everyone works day and night, and urban myths and rumors of weird encounters with weird creatures. Such as vagabonds, shadows, or any other type of phenomena. I never have actually seen a ghost roaming around town, but it would be a weird experience if I ever saw one. Today, I plan to make a trip to Autumn Burrow's deep forest to find even more mysterious species, and to see if all the urban legends about the monster are true. I then start to gather all of my belongings: a satchel, my journal and pencil, and my beige trench coat. I set foot out of my lovely, wooden home, and headed on down over to Autumn Burrow's timber lands. I then start to grab my journal and pencil out of my satchel and record how I felt as of now.…
Have you ever stop to think about the history of a cemetery you’ve once passed? The curiosity, could be so overwhelming to a person. Cemeteries, have a historical value behind each and every single tombstone. Cemeteries, also contain a sentimental value to the family of the deceased. Behind each and every cemetery their contains history we wouldn't have ever known. History, remains behind the names of the people who have died. As well as, why their bodies were buried in that particular cemetery? Therefore, there are many reasons why people who first started a certain cemetery chose that particular ground. For every tombstone there is, massive information is underground waiting to be acknowledged. So many questions running through ones mind…
As I got my vision back, I saw that it was red, blood. I thought to myself, I was shocked with horror, dozens and dozens of bodies deposited on the ground, every single one dead. The smell of the dead gave me an urge to gag, the sight of blood made me feel dizzy. I steadily walked back to the window and launched myself over, landing on my back. I didn't feel as much pain, as I already felt enough.…
Having the ability to stand where many brave men have fallen will forever be an experience that I will hold in the highest regard. Seeking a new adventure, I traveled with ITT to Normandy, France. We endured a long, yet beautiful bus ride, that would take me to Omaha beach, and later the American Memorial Cemetery.…
The dead walked towards me as I tried to move back, in his hands were a pair of bloodstained pocket knife. A hard wall smashed against my head, for I accidently backed up on the wall. Black dots blocked my sight, with little consciousness that remained in myself. I rolled into a ball as the creature closed in, still screaming because I was going to die in any moment. I buried my head, trying to to sink in the snow as much as possible. As I was praying, a distant voice, kept calling my name. It was my friend Molly, who was also the owner of the store. She shook my shoulders violently, as I was blinded by the snow. I looked up again, nothing had happened. Looking across, the pile of snow remained unharmed. Snow flurried down again.…