Will the Conjuring universe continue?
There was soft noise that caught her attention almost immediately as she slowly made her way down the hall way that extended from the front door to the living room. It wasn't loud enough to be distinguished by the old woman, but it was obnoxious enough to be noticed. Pausing in the hallway near the entrance to the toy room, she listened in closely. This was a room she had dedicated herself to for some time with the hopes that her grandchildren would eventually start to visit her once more.
The heavy metal band Slayer, known for their grim, Satanic lyrics as well as the breakneck speed with which they play, once released an album called Haunting the Chapel. You might call this article Haunting the Urinal.
Published about a year ago
I've made spells that can bring down mountains, and spells that can build them.
“But you don’t have the time to listen to me ramble,” said Time. Unusual name. Befitting the unusual man. He shifted in his wheelchair, though he looked far too healthy to need one.
Have you ever had that feeling like you've been touched by something and you have no explanation why? Yeah, I think that every day. After all, there's always something weird happening in my life.
It's night time. You are laying down in your bed, you're about to sleep when suddenly you hear a voice next to you. You open your eyes and no one is there. Could it be someone trying to communicate from the other side?
So this is a story I love to tell, although lately I have been a bit more than slightly cautious to whom I share it with because of a date that went terribly; may as well put it on the internet!
She sat in the chair, her head down and the rest of her body limp. Blood stained rose vines littered the floor around her. The smell of death and plant life hung heavy in the air. The girl’s hair was wild and ravaged upon her head from the vines occasionally tangling themselves in it. From just walking into the room you could tell that something had gone very wrong, that death was not the worst thing that had taken place.
I'm in the top bunk in the cabin getting ready for bed, sneakily eating a doughnut before my aunt comes in to check on me. She never allows us to eat any sweets after eight, even though I was now fifteen and not a small child. My cousin isn't coming until tomorrow from college in Washington so I am the only one sleeping in the room for the night. I always sleep on the bottom bunk for some reason when I come to visit my aunt and cousin but this time I wanted a change of scenery. I finished eating my doughnut and got rid of any possible evidence that I was eating one from my face and the bed. I get under the covers and close my eyes to act like I am falling asleep. I wasn't at all tired but my aunt would wait for me to fall asleep if I wasn't already by nine. She always said it was because she didn't trust my cousin and I to not wake her in the middle of the night if we didn't go to bed before her. I begin to hear footsteps clacking down the hall on the wooden floor, growing closer to the room, like a small heel from a sandal, probably my aunt's slippers.
For my whole life I've heard a voice in my head. Not one that drives me to insanity but rather one that keeps me sane. I can't force it to happen, nor can I predict it. It happens entirely on its own when I'm in some sort of trouble, or when I'm going to be hurt. It's caused me to be aware of everything that goes on around me, but even then, that's not enough.