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Foretold
*Knock *Knock *Knock ... *knock *Knock *Knock "Hello?! Is anybody there?!" The man was standing outside of an old antique store. It was dark, the streets were empty, and a warm wind loomed in the air. He was told to by a mysterious woman to retrieve and bring a special item requested of him at this location at 8:30 P.M., on the day of the Summer Solstice. It was already long past the meeting time, but there had been no sign of anyone in the shop keep. The man's patience began to wane.
By Nicholas j Myers6 years ago in Horror
Voices
HORROR: A little girl is watching t.v., in A living room along with 5 other kids. A rabbit gets shot at on the screen, as it hops around to avoid the shots and runs away. The little girl gets up and walks to the hallway and pass the front door and into the kitchen. The little girl stops at the stove as she hears A voice behind her.
By Theodore Hackett 6 years ago in Horror
Wild Ghost Hunt
One day watching YouTube videos, I stumbled upon this 24-hour challenge in an abandoned mansion. This was very intriguing to me because in my mind, as an expert paranormal investigator so this would be easy for me if I did it. While watching the video, the narrator talked about this supposed treasure that was hidden inside the mansion. The only reason it was still there because people couldn’t take the spookiness of the house. As the video continued, I could see supposed paranormal activity coming from the house making me interested in going there. Trying to get a game plan going on this paranormal debunk because some parts of it looks fake. During some research I found it it was four hours away from me in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Also, there was a case of a missing family that lived in this house, but ever since no one else lived there. Which to me that seems pretty odd but common around most areas in Michigan. Thinking nothing of it, I began grabbing some gear and packing my recon bag, I’ll be ready to leave by midnight. Beginning to leave the house, my gut was telling me it’s something is off but ignoring it and started to pack the car. Making good time on the road at 10:45 p.m., I knew this would be an extreme risk late night exploration. They had small details on the land near the house except it’s was about two acres and by Lake Huron. During the whole drive I forgot there was some type of treasures there, “Possibly gold, jewelry or maybe diamonds who knows.”saying to myself. Getting closer to the address according to the gps, I drove through a weird dirt road through some trees. Coming down the road I could be a big yellow bag in the middle. Getting out of the car to love the bag I could see that it was only a little black book. This book had further directions through a couple breaks in the path that I had no clue about. Making it to the house courtesy of the book, I could feel an Erie pressure coming from the house. I’m still in the car and my hands are shaking and heart is racing as I look at an old mansion right off the water. After getting out there was this disturbing silence that flooded the area. Getting all of the equipment and entering the house then I set everything up perfectly for the live stream hub. Starting on the first floor of the exploration it just looks like an normal house. About 2 hours had passed and the whole first floor was searched to the throughly. At first I could hear tapping from upstairs but as I approached the bottom of the stairs it sounded more like a run. I didn’t yell for anyone because honestly it was pitch black up there so it could be an animals. Talking to my camera, “Hey guys this is UniverseEA’s own Charles and I’m going to check out this creepy noise. Wish me luck!”. Walking down the hallway a door slammed behind me and it spooked me badly. At that point my gut started to sink telling me to leave immediately. Running down the hallway for my life, I could hear what sounded like someone chasing me. Terrified yelling, “Someone please call 911, please......”. I woke up what seemed to be hours later to a voice’ “Son you ok?” I didn’t know where I was and my vision was coming back to me and I’m in the basement looking up through the stairs. Thinking to myself, “Who was talking to me?” A figured appearing at the top of the stairs, looked out at me but said nothing and points directly behind me. Paralyzed with fear not looking behind me, a child voice said “Please look.” There was a small pale boy behind me, I could believe it but how. The boy said to me, “If I give you the treasure will you leave us alone?” Pause and thinking, “Who is Us?” Turning and squinting through the darkness more bodies appeared of a family. This must be the family that disappeared and I have it all on footage. The boy began to talk, “Mister you should leave before father gets anger, take the treasure and leave.” Loud foot steps coming from the second floor of the house coming. Speaking to the boy, “I’m not here for a treasure, I came for the ghost sighting as I see now.” The boy responded, “My father is never please when people come around, take the suitcase and go!!” Realizing I’m sitting on the suitcase the entire time, i feel through the stairs on top of it. A dark face appeared through the hole in the stairs reaching for me and yelling, “WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Then he reached for me and I grabbed the suitcase before sprinting to the patch of light I could see. Behind me all I could hear was a roar and gust of wind with everything falling in the darkness. Getting closer I could see it was a wooden door, so I tucked and ran through to outside. The roaring and noise had stopped and I couldn’t believed what I’d witnessed. As I walked to the car I thought about all my equipment I had left behind. The only footage I had was the head cam from my GoPro5. I was upset on the ride home with really nothing to show for it I assumed. When I got home and made it inside, I began to upload the whatever I had left. Hearing the little boy play back in my head, “Take the suitcase and go!” Approaching the bag, I really didn’t know what to expect but my eyes were huge when I open it. There was stacks of old twenty dollar bills and a note, it’s read. “Whomever may find this, please enjoy. It was taken from a man who took my children from me.” Shocked and confused, the video began playing on the computer and I could see the entire scene with the cloudy figures. After a couple hours of counting the money and editing the video, I’d realized this is $20,000. Also I had an amazing horror video of actual real ghost. This could solidify my name in the paranormal community.
By Ezangelo Anderson6 years ago in Horror
They Know
The red wall had black flakes. Teagan Davis sat, elbows pressing into her knees. The room - frozen in chaos. The couch she sat on was askew, glass shattered laying throughout the room, picture frames fallen and cracked, a little black notebook splayed out amongst the clutter, just out of sight. Money strewn on the floor of the kitchen in the other room.
By Carmen Dodson6 years ago in Horror
Across the Shattered Sea
Three generations. The birthdates, names, and deaths of three generations were logged into the black leather-bound notebook resting on the nightstand of Founder Kimble’s private chambers. Kimble, before embarking on this mission, could not have imagined that he would be here…. still on board the Guay. He struggled turning through the pages of the book, reading the few dozen names of the current crew members, looking for an answer. While he strained to see the names in the candlelight, other more poisonous questions, bubbled to the surface of his mind. Why couldn’t he hear the voice? That loud booming voice, clear as day, back when he was a young boy. The voice that had shown him the location of $20,000 hidden deep within the pines. The voice that told him to use the money to build a ship to carry a select few to a better world. The voice that promised Kimble he would find a new kingdom. Where was this voice? Surely, it would have spoken by now. If nothing more than to reassure Kimble that he was on the right path.He thought of himself as Moses. Instead of leading his people through the unforgiving desert, Kimble was leading them through the sea. He had been a good shepherd. Kimble had done everything the voice commanded of him. Certainly, this deafening silence was not punishment for his own doing. Kimble surmised that it undoubtably was a member of his flock to blame for their forsaking. “Greatest esteemed Gyias – voice of all wisdom and time, please grant me your ear” He whispered, his face buried into the book. “I now understand your silence. I beg of you to reveal the name of the one who has disowned their cloak and deafened their ears. Give me their name and I shall bring righteous judgment upon their head”. He sat up with his eyes still closed, his fingers vigorously moved through the pages. When they stopped, Kimble read the name his finger landed on “Abraham Russell”.
By Brittany Bates6 years ago in Horror
Black
I was born confined to that cold imitation of a bed. Crammed between a patient monitor and a dresser swelled with medications and doctor records. I became indistinguishable from the chalky furniture surrounding me. Living in this husk made it painful to hear them painting my birth defect as a beautiful thing. In their portraits I'm alike an aged statue, limbless but lovely and profound. Yet I knew every waking moment was fruitless. I'd lay on stone with no memories to dwell on, as every memory was a contemporary moment. What are you if you're void of future, void of present, void of past. If I had the chance I'd let them live a day in my life. If you could call it a life.
By Sophia Hochgesang6 years ago in Horror
Treasure Hunt
The moment I finished digging into my backyard I went from feeling thrilled and wishful to sheer panic and shock as my whole body got numb and my mind froze cold. My hand let go of the shovel. I knew I had moments left before it took over. My final thoughts of just observing the world around me and trying to fathom what I had unleashed. Was this even possible? The ping of the shovel hitting the stone path beside my freshly dug hole snapped me out of my daze. The midnight air breezed through my hair one last time. I felt stuck in place I couldn’t move because something had already grabbed me. Inch by inch I felt my whole being disappearing in place. Up from my muddied shoes this feeling crawled up me. I felt it up my legs, then up across my chest and down over my arms. It reached my neck, it all happened so fast, only moments ago I had just dug all the dirt away and punctured a wooden box with the shovel and now I am ceasing to exist. I knew that was happening because in my last moment I looked down and I saw nothing about me, a shadow came out of the box I hit and in return had transformed me. I was disappearing and in my place floating to the ground where I once stood something was materializing. I saw my treasure, the treasure was real.
By Karina Forth6 years ago in Horror
