This is a Halloween based theme for our members who wished to share their Halloween tales... Enjoy!
Nightgame
Never Satisfied
With bloodied hands you choose another victim
Their hopes and dreams lost
to your violent needs
Your heart thrills to their screams of pain
While their's stutters from the fear you instill.
Tears and pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears
never to sway you from the dark deeds of your desire
Until a broken shell of a life is all that remains and your
sights move on searching for another to claim.
deathnitegrl
I've got more, they're dark but aren't about killing, except suicide and I don't think it is the theme here considering it is for homocide.
I also have Halloween themed entries but only one is about killing. I have another one about killing but it is about a ghost.
Title: I hate Halloween.
It was a rainy day. It was dark. It was like light was being a rebel and darkness was taking over. Rainy days make me sad.
Mr. Thompson was my therapist. He wanted to know my story. He wanted to know the reason why I was there in this horrid psychiatric clinic. I had to tell him my story. The same old story that I have been saying over and over.
He entered the office. He sat on the chair in front of me. I was already seated. He smiled, sipped his coffee and asked me to begin. I told him that he should know my story because I told it numerous times, to family, friends, nurses… but he wanted to hear it again.
'Ok then I’ll tell my story again, but it is not a nice story. Well you must have guessed, Mr.Thompson, since I am here.
It all happened on a Halloween. I always liked Halloween. It was my favorite feast.
I also always liked the occult, paranormal, etc... I always wanted to go for a ghost hunt. I can't say I believed in ghosts but I always thought it would be cool to see one, just to prove they existed.
Sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for. Sometimes wishes come true. Sometimes wishes become your worst nightmare.
I used to make fun of the people who feared ghosts, horror movies and the dark. I used to scare them on purpose and laughed at them.
Sometimes karma is a bitch. Sometimes the fears of others become your own. Sometimes fears become reality.
It all started on a Halloween night.
I was preparing to go for a Halloween party. I dressed up as a witch. How surprising for someone who likes Goth and the occult!
I received an SMS saying: I am in front of your house.
It was my friend Marie.
I got to the front door and headed towards her. I greeted her with a hug, kiss on the cheek and a: ''hi wassup?'' the teenage traditional way of saluting each other here.
She told me that plans were changed. We were going elsewhere instead.
''What? No party? Why?’’
‘’Coz there’s going to be a lot of snobbish rich bimbos at that party and that fricken annoying Erica.’’ Erica is one of those preppy bitches who pretend that they’re some kind of goddess of beauty but in reality she looked like a shark, or at least that’s what Marie and I thought.
‘’Then where are we going?’’
‘’There is a better place to go to.’’
‘’Oh yeah where?’’
‘’The Seth house.’’
The Seth house was the name of the house in our town that was rumored to be haunted.
I learned at school that Seth was the evil god of Egypt. I don’t know why someone would name a house with an evil god’s name, I thought.
I was excited at the idea, even though I preferred going to the party since I hate to change plans. But Marie was right, it would be full of preps that would spoil the fun with their attention whoring and flirts. So I began to like the idea, after all it was going to be an adventure and because Seth’s house was rumored to be a haunted house. However I had a strange gut feeling. Bad idea.
We headed to the place. At the gate, there were my boyfriend and our other friends.
I kissed Ivan on the lips and told him that it was a good idea. He smiled and I asked him if by any chance it was his idea. He smiled again and he gave me another kiss.
I looked at the gate. It was tall and dark, full of branches that grew through it. Then we started to climb the gate. I was not very happy about this, especially doing such a crazy thing with a dress, especially not knowing what we were after.
After a lot of cursing, sweat, bruises, feeling breathless and what not we arrived.
The house looked big, dark and empty. I had that strange gut feeling again. And again I ignored it, even though I was hearing a voice: go away now till you can!
Ivan opened the door because none of us wanted to. It was dark we couldn’t see anything. The guys had lighters and we switched our mobile phones. Luckily Ivan had a torch otherwise we still couldn’t see a thing. Inside it was empty, full of dust and there was a huge mirror on a wall.
It was Ivan’s idea to do the Ouija board. I was excited because I never did it before, even though again, I had that strange bad feeling again and again which I chose to ignore. Marie started to protest but I convinced her that everything will be all right, that it was just a game.
I was wrong.
Ivan grabbed a piece of paper from his bag. On it, there were written letters in alphabetical order, numbers from 1 to 9 and under a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’ written on it. In the middle there was written goodbye.
He grabbed a coin and told us it was going to be the pointer, through which the spirit was going to contact us and that we had to put our index finger on it. Again I felt the strange feeling coming back, but this time it was stronger.
Then he asked: ‘’who is going to start?’’
‘’Anyone?’’
‘’Ok I’ll start then.’’
‘’I am opening all the gates of hell and the evil spirits should come out!’’
‘’If there is any spirit in the house please go on yes.’’
The pointer pointed towards yes. Marie freaked out. Ivan and the rest laughed. The dark strange feeling was getting even stronger. Regret! At that moment I wished I was at the party with all the annoying preps.
Ivan asked: ‘’what’s your name?’’
It got on the letters: P.A.N.I.W.I.
Then he was going to ask something else but it continued to form letters.
It went to the letters: S.A.R.A.H.
I gasped since Sarah, is my name.
Then the pointer moved and formed the word: Q.U.E.E.N.
I raised my eye brows and asked what it meant.
Suddenly the door opened and we felt a breeze of wind coming in which broke the mirror and assure myself that I did not imagine it, I saw a white female figure passing by.
I started to scream and asking repetitively: ‘’did you see that?’’ Ivan and Marie hugged me and tried to calm me down but I couldn’t. We went out of the house running.
That was the beginning of my nightmare.
From that night onwards, I saw apparitions in my room’s mirror, felt my bed shaking numerous times, heard whispers during the night, and had weird dreams where I felt I was in another dimension of another time, and nightmares in which I often got bruises from on my body which were of course discovered the morning after.
I wanted to know what was happening to me.
I searched on the internet and found out that I might have a Poltergeist manifestation. I kept on searching. I even had myself joining websites and went onto their Forums. All I was provided with, was just unsuitable and unusable information. No one told me what I could do to end all this manifestation. Then suddenly and idea popped in.
The Ouija Board!
I grabbed an A4 paper and did one, similar to the one Ivan had.
I let out a breath and asked: ‘’Are there any spirits here?’’ But nothing happened. No answer. I repeated the question. And again without any hope of retort. I repeated it for the third time which there and then I decided that it was going to be the last time.
At that very moment, the pointer moved slowly to yes.
“P.A.N.I.W.I.” It read. Feeling my heart beating and pumping at every movement of the pointer.
I murmured to myself that this name sounded familiar when suddenly it clicked into my head that it was the same name of the Haunted house that we went to, to seek adventure or I’d rather should say misadventure. I was going to say goodbye but it formed the letter “Q.U.E.E.N.” yet again. I was going to leave, I was scared out of my head but at the same time I wanted to carry on.
So I asked the spirit if there was a meaning to the word “Q.U.E.E.N.” and formed the letters “Y.O.U.”!'
At that moment Mr. Thomson asked me to stop because he said he heard enough.
I told him, that it was ok but I was not finished so I continued with my story.
'Mr., I have to tell you that, after that night the paranormal manifestations have worsened. I found out that I was the reincarnation of Nathifa which meant pure, who was a queen of Egypt in the old times whose story is damned, that’s why it is not written in history. I even got to know that Ivan is a reincarnation of my husband and king of Egypt. Even Marie is a reincarnation, she was my daughter. Paniwi was my servant and that she found refuge in my house, after she got her latest reincarnation where the body she was into, died of Leukemia 3 years before.
I also had a rival. Her name was Kepi which meant tempest. She killed me and seduced my husband. After my husband knew what happened, he wanted to kill her but she was faster than him, and stabbed him in the heart. But the gods punished her and she got burnt. Her spirit remained alive though, and was reincarnated into a girl of this century, Erica, who also happened to be my rival in this life.
Afterwards I found out that the only way to get rid of the paranormal phenomenon was to get rid of Kepi. So I did a banishing spell that I found on-line but something went wrong. That night Erica Died. She had a heart attack, but in reality, I was the one who killed her, because of my spell.'
Mr. Thomson told me to calm down but I didn’t want to, and I kept on saying that it was all real and that I was guilty and was not crazy.
He called the nurses and they injected me with some sort of tranquilizer to put me back to sleep.
Now I am alone in a dark room. It is raining I feel sad. I don’t know what happened to my family, nor my friends. No one ever visits. I am all alone.
All I know is that now I believe in ghosts. I fear them. I will never make fun of people anymore.
I also know that I shouldn't mess with the occult. It is dangerous. It is no game.
And most importantly, I now hate Halloween. |
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