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Stories for the Dark, the Wandering, the Curious, and the Brave.

Hal

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    Addie opened her eyes. Her body was stiff, and her skin felt the cold surrounding her like an enemy. The cotton sheets seemed cold, despite the down comforter on top. Her bedroom was lit only by the moon shining in from the single window to her right. Unmoving shadows embraced every corner and curve of the fixtures and furniture. There was no sound at all. She laid there in the stillness and glanced around her room.

    Nothing out of place, everything is as it should be.

    Her muscles began to relax as she recognized she was safe. The sheets began to feel warm and comforting luring her back to sleep. She started to close her eyes just as the clouds began to move over the moon.

     The room began to grow dark as her eyes closed. Then just as they were almost shut and everything was blurry. There was movement to the left of the bed near the wall.

    Addie couldn’t tell what it was, how big it had been, or even how fast it had been moving. For the first second she wasn’t sure she saw anything at all. She was almost dreaming, it might not be anything real. The moon was blotted out by a passing cloud, perhaps it was a trick of the eye just as it was closing.

    Then she heard the noise. She knew right away what the noise was, or more precisely where it was. Something on her dresser had moved, but it was just one thing. As if someone pushed it an inch in any direction.

    Addie’s eyes were now wide open.

    It was as if she still had them closed. She could not see anything at all. Her heart began to beat so hard she shook from the force of it. Her lamp was on the night stand to her right. All she had to do was reach out her arm and turn on the light.

    Her body laid there frozen in fear.

    What if it whatever it was ripped off her arm as she was reaching? What if it didn’t know she was awake and it would leave if it thought she was sleeping? What if the cloud moves and moon comes back out?

    As if on her command the clouds moved on and the moonlight began to pour back into the room.

    Addie’s heart began to pound with less force as she noticed the shadows all in their places. Nothing was out of place, that she could see. The dresser was washed in shadows and it was impossible to tell if anything had moved.

    There was nothing else.

    Addie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She started to clear her mind of the nonsense she almost given in to. Her heart began to beat at a normal pace. Addie breathed slow.

    She began to force her eyes to close. Just as her lids were closing there was bright blur at the foot of the bed.

    It lunged at her.

    She opened her eyes wide quickly, but all she ever saw was a white blur lunging at her like a wild hungry dog. The only sound she heard was it landing on all fours on the bed, and her final scream for help into the night.

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Dark Rock

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     Maybe it was the coffee, or the joint, could have been the insomnia.  I got two hours of sleep last night.  The only trouble is when I close my eyes and dream, it’s not dream scapes I wander through.  It’s just one nightmarish hell after another.  It’s a good night that I don’t remember anything I dreamt.
     I long for the dreams of others, to have my teeth fall out or show up in public naked.  If I loose teeth in a dream it’s normally because someone has hit me and they are knocked loose somehow, one time they were shot out.  I’ve been naked several times, though no one has ever taken notice.  I wont even begin to explain that one.
     Nothing I dreamt before prepared me for this.
     I was sipping coffee, after having an after dinner toke.  I was playing some game or the other on a social networking site.  Just some random addiction to fill an otherwise boring uneventful evening. A painting I had bought at a starving artist exhibit hung on my wall.  A hill stood in the foreground, lush and green with sparse sprinklings of white wild flowers.  In the foreground was a grassy pasture.  A large willow stood to the left, twenty five percent of it was somewhere off the canvas.  On the right was a medium sized dark rock, framed perfectly on two sides with tall grass.
     I thought I saw a shadow of a rabbit run from behind the rock to behind the tree.  I wasn’t doing anything important.  I got up to look closer at the painting.  I reached over to touch the canvas.
     As my fingers touched the rough texture of the painting I felt a shock go through me.  For an instant the world was dark, then I stood alone on a pasture.
     The wind whipped against me furiously, I noticed my garments were from a different time frame.  And it was a good thing too, the fabric was so thick the wind did little to harm me.  It would have otherwise cut through me like a knife.  A full moon lit the landscape, but there was hardly any stars in the sky.  My hand still feeling a rough texture was on the back of a tree. I glanced up and turned around quickly to notice I was in my painting.
     I turned in the direction the shadow had run to and began to walk.
     After hours of walking, I could now hear the wind carrying more than autumn screams.   A violin or maybe a fiddle, was there a difference?  There was life out there.  I walked faster toward the music.  Slowly smells of burning wood filled the air, the music was louder as if beckoning me closer.  At last I saw a lone cabin.  Smoke poured from the chimney, and the lights blazed inside invitingly.  Music could be heard playing merrily yet, there was no barn, no garage, no cars, not even a mule.
     I walked closer and glanced in the windows of an obviously abandoned house.  A fire blazed in the fireplace, but there stood beside it no fireplace log holder or wood to feed the flame.  Music filled the atmosphere, but the house was empty of any kind of furniture.  There was light emitting from the ceiling, but looking at it scorched the eyes.  As soon as the black dot was gone from the center of my eye, I reached for the door handle.
     I clicked the latch handle and began to walk across the threshold.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a dark shadow figure peer out of the window at me.  As I stepped inside I glanced over but there was nothing.  An inspection of the entire cabin showed it to be completely empty.  It was clean, there was no dust or cobwebs.  The house smelled of pine as you walked room from room.
     I glanced out of the windows into the forest.  What was I going to do when I got hungry?  Wake up?  If I’m asleep then when does the nightmare part start.  I walked to the fire watching the flames dance to and fro playfully.  It was all so warm and comforting.
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Teenage Ghost

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     During the year nineteen seventy nine at boy scout camp, two eight year old boys discovered they were from the same town.  Jeffery and Evan were bunk mates at the beginning of camp.  Two weeks later by the end of camp they were blood bothers.
     When the boys returned home they found out they only lived five blocks from each other.  They became inseparable.
     All through middle school the pair could always be seen planning some sort of adventure for the coming weekend.  Every weekend they would explore some place new.  One time it was the abandoned house at the end of the lane, at night.  Another time it was the forest on the outskirts of town.
     Their favorite adventures however took place in Evan’s tree house.  Evan’s Grandpa built it for them during the summer of eighty two.  It had a wooden rope ladder to climb up, the door was a panel on the floor you had to push up to gain entry.  Hand painted on the door in huge black letters “No Girls Allowed”.    Once up in the tree house they would pull the ladder inside and  place an old suitcase full of books over the panel.
     They would travel to planets unknown facing fear and lack of oxygen to fight aliens never before seen, saving the human race before mission control recalled them for nourishment.  Pirate the seven seas and plunder til the moon rose high into the sky and only the crickets remained singing their victory songs.
     When the summer of nineteen eighty six started Jeff noticed his friend Evan becoming more distant.  Spending more time with Celice, Janice, and sometimes Rachel, three girls from school.  Jeff pleaded with Evan to spend more time with him.
     Evan had simply found something that interested him more than aliens, rockets, and pirates.  He also was having a hard time understanding why Jeff was not interested in growing up.
     By the end of the summer of their fifteenth year Jeff and Evan had parted ways.  Evan began to chase girls and pursue their interests as if they were his own.  Jeff turned to books, having his imagination as his only friend.
     The first year of high school defined the two of them in different ways.  Jeff excelled in school, spending almost all his free time volunteering in the library.  He soon made friends with the Audio/Video Club and joined.  Evan found out girls like a bad boy, he began to hang out with smokers at the handball court in the back of the school.  It wasn’t long til he was accepted into the group of local stoners.
     And so this was how it went, for two years.  Jeff didn’t speak to Evan, Evan didn’t acknowledge Jeff’s existence.
     It was Valentines nineteen eighty eight.  Jeff and the Audio/Video Club had a dance planned.  “Techno Heart Beats”.  It was sold out.  The homecoming committee did the balloons, streamers, glitter, and ticket sales.  The A/V Club did the lighting, music, and various other special effects.  Most of the machines were donated by Greg’s dad, owner of “You Party Rentals”.  He had a puppy crush on Ms. Flatmore, head chaperone to the dance.
     It was also a memorable time of year because a troubled teen by the name of Vi Iamdoe transferring in from out of state somewhere.  Her clothes and her attitude left nothing to the imagination.  Her glare was like a razor, her touch was said to be like snow in late January.  Her dark eyes were an endless soulless pit of despair.  When she spoke her tone always hinted the tone, “Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here.”.  You could feel the darkness radiating off her.  Her flame of attraction rose like funeral pyre in an autumn gust.
     The party started with much success.  Revelers enjoyed themselves within their various cliches.   Evan and his stoner friends congregated towards the back watching the scene.
     Then in walked Vi.
     It was like a vampire had walked into the room as a vacuum simultaneously sucked the air out.  Everyone’s eyes turned.  Time seemed to slow, and the music seemed to fade into silence.  Jeff felt a ghost run over his grave, a cold chill ran up his back forcing the hairs on his neck to stand on end.
     Vi said nothing, she stood just past the entrance.  Her posture enforced the sharpness of her outfit.  Evan had one look at her and the sirens call had been too strong.
     All that night Evan and Vi could bee seen together, entwined as if lovers of ages past now reacquainted.
     Jeff watched the next two months as Evan and Vi became closer.  Vi with her penchant for hallucinogens and speed, soon had Evan following in close pursuit.  Jeff heard rumors.  Evan and Vi were running a scam in bars.  She would distract, he would pickpocket.  Then more rumors about heroin.  By the time October rolled around Jeff had had enough.
     On Halloween, the most sacred of sacred times the two had shared growing up he decided to confront his blood brother.  Between third and fourth he caught Evan going up the middle stairwell.
     Students pushed past the two acquaintances who seemed to be having a heated discussion as the tardy bell rang.  A few lingering students heard their shouting in the hall as they made their way into their classrooms.  No one knew what the argument was about.  No one really knew why a Nerd would be hassling a Stoner, or cared.
     Jeff pleaded with Evan to stop seeing Vi, he pleaded with his blood brother.  Out of his love, he cried tears of pain.  He pleaded and begged, he shouted and cursed.  Anything to make his closest friend in the world turn back to good.  He feared for Evan’s life on the path he now choose to tread.
     Evan tired of his friends nagging turned to walk up the remaining few stairs.
     Jeff in a last ditch effort reached for his friends jacket.
     Evan tired of the nagging, the judgment, the berating, belittling, holier than thou rantings… grabbed Jeff’s hand and forced it off his jacket.
     Jeff lost his footing in the scuffle and began to fall backwards.
     Evan tried to reach out and grab Jeff, but he was too slow.
     The memorial was on a Sunday.  The A/V Club put together a tribute.  Evan stood alone.
     He’d lost his taste for Vi.
 
     Decades passed at Deerborne High.  No one remembered Jeff from the Audio/Video club.  People passed his picture every day year after year and never glanced at it.  The story and his face hidden in the trophy case with a small caption.  Some people got a small chill when they passed through the middle stairwell.  Most would just avoid it all together, though no one could ever say why.
 
 
     There had been a rumor long ago, but it had long since been forgotten.
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Believers

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     “It’s ten AM.” Kyle looked up at the light grey haze.  He pulled his fishing rod out of the lake’s bank and began reeling in his empty line.
     Nick sat staring at the ripples without sound or movement.
     “I’m sorry about your sister.” Kyle added as he walked off towards his farm.
     Nick watched without thought as the ripples slowly turned back into a smooth unmoving surface.  “The life has gone from it”, Nick thought as he raised his eyes towards the far end of the lake.
     The night replayed again in his mind.
     He sat in the hallway.  Staring at the dark stained cedar paneling.  He sat on the floor, his right leg outstretched. He examined the top of his worn out school sneakers.  “School is finally over.” he thought.
     Three days earlier he walked from the playground at Bayfield Elementary.  Waving to Tom, Barry, and Kyle.  His three best friends in all the world.  He had two months of camp outs, look outs, fishing trips, and other stuff.  He recalled the groups plans for the week, “Martin’s dad was building a tree house…”
     “She did WHAT?!?!?” a scream and interrupted all activity in the house.
     Nick jumped up and ran to the living room to see his dad talking to police.  His mother pushed past him quickly.  “She ran off with Jules.” Nick thought, “That’s why she hasn’t been home for days.”
     “Carl what is it.” Sheila pushed past him to confront the police.  “No!” she gasped and took two steps back from the door.  Quickly she turned to Nick, “Go up to your room and play with something.”  “Now!” she added as if punishment would soon follow.
     Nick raced up the stairs, pounding them as hard as he could in protest.  Just as he slumped into his desk chair crossing his arms to pout, his mother’s wail filled the air.
     He raced as fast as he could back to the top of the stairs.  He watched as his mother sobbed violently on her knees.  One hand tightly grabbing one the officers shirt, the knuckles white from the force.  She had pulled the shirt free from it’s uniform tucked in status.  Now only the officer’s white undershirt remained tucked in neatly into his pants.  With her other white knuckled hand she clutched a photograph to her chest.  Nick could only see the white backing, but he knew it was his sister.  He became puzzled, “Why is she acting like this, she only ran away.”
     Carl looked up at the top of the stairs and saw Nick watching.  “Go to your room and close the door.” his voice was slightly annoyed.
     Nick retreated beyond the bannister.  He entered his room and stood behind the door.  He held it open a crack, and listened.  He heard nothing but mumbling for hours til at last his body gave out.  The adrenaline had left him, he was moved to sleep.

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Vampires

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     “I love Hollywood, don’t you? They make it easy to be a vampire. Everything is easier in the movies, but that’s not what I mean. They make vampire glitter. People used to fear vampires. I remember a time when an entire village would give up a toddler to save the rest of the children. It is easier now people actually offer themselves as food. They think we care or feel things, thanks to Hollywood. I feel two things, hunger and fatigue. Those are my two emotions. I am hungry I must eat. I am tired I must sleep. ” Jules explained to the girl with black hair.
     It was a quiet night the moon was full and bright, illuminating all around. They sat on Fullshire Hill, over looking Hamches. The black haired girl writing down every word he said with a pencil into her notebook. Every once in a while she would push her over grown bangs out of her way with her left hand. She wore fingerless black lace gloves which matched her tattered black cotton and lace dress. Her skin as pale as if death had already overtaken her. The black makeup on her face meant to shadow instead of project. She leaned slightly against Jules in a show of affection. Jules, a thin pale man with long brown hair. His skin was also the shade of a corpse, his eyes a strange shade of grey. He wore a Victorian brown suit with white lace.
     Staring into the distance at nothing, Jules continued. “It’s true we travel in clans for the most part, safety in numbers. People often mistake this for emotion. The truth is you’re just naturally drawn to the person who turned you, and want to protect them. Hollywood has made most vampires teenagers, and while there are some of course. In the clan I travel in there are none, but I guess Hollywood would say we are the bad guys anyway. The truth is, my clan is no different than any other clan.”
     “Hungry?” a voice from behind the couple questioned. Slowly ten other vampires emerged, seemingly out of nowhere.
     The young girl clung to her companion for protection. He seized the opportunity for first blood and sunk his teeth into her. Her eyes widened in fear, every muscle in her body flexed trying to get away. Her first and last scream filled the air. Her eyes glazed over and she fell limp.
     The rest of the clan rushed to the meal quickly. Like a pack of animals over a fresh kill, they fed quickly leaving only a bloodstained carcass to be picked over by scavengers.
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