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The Scenic Route

I don’t know where else to talk about the experience I had other than here so, here we go. It all started when I matched with this girl on Tinder, we made good conversation for a couple of days and decided we should go on a date. We agreed to go to this wine tasting thing a couple nights ago. I asked her if I could pick her up from her house, to be a gentleman, and she obliged. When she gave me her address I put it in my phone and noticed it was about 30 minutes away which was fine but it was in a small town just outside of were I live that I’d never heard of.  I shrugged it off, and later that day I began my drive over. I hopped on the interstate and took an exit I had never noticed before and kept going. The sun had already set by this point and it was dark. There were no streetlights, leaving me to resort to my barely working brights. After about 20 minutes, I was in an area I completely didn’t recognize. It was just grass and telephone wires for miles. Every now and then I would pass a lone barn with no crops, or a billboard with nothing on it.  The road continued and at a certain point I looked at my gps and realized it was way past the time I should’ve made it to her house. I picked up my phone to check to see if I had missed a turn but I hadn’t. And before anyone tries to bag on me for using my phone while driving, I need to emphasize that I had not seen a single other car on the road for a solid hour. The road kept going, no merge lanes or exits in sight. Just road, and grass, and telephone wires, and barns, and billboards. I decided to pull over and call her to see if maybe she had given me the wrong address but she didn’t answer the call. Instead I got a text from her saying that the road feels longer than it is. The whole situation was making me feel strange, but I decided to keep going assuming it couldn’t be much longer.  Surely enough I was right, I think. After about 15 more minutes of driving, I saw a house on the side of the road coming into view. The lights were on, and as I got closer I saw someone on the steps. I began to slow down and even closer I saw it, or her, or whoever they were. She wore a pale blue dress that barely stayed on her thin emaciated body. Her eyes were two sunken in white dots and her mouth was completely gone, just wet, exposed bone. The figure stood up from the steps of the house and began to make it’s way to my approaching car. Thats when my headlights began to flicker and I decided to drive through that grassy median and onto the other side of the road to leave. My foot slammed on the gas and I was out of there. Oddly enough  after 5 minutes the road was full of cars coming and going in both lanes, and in 5 more I was back home. Her number was gone from my phone and her TInder account was gone. So I guess if you ever meet a girl named Jane on Tinder watch out.

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Update, After a hospital visit and some healing time, I decided to go back to the alley. Unfortunately, the alley was gone. The only trace that anything had happened there was, my faint dried blood in the cracks of the pavement. 

The Backwards Man

It was around 4pm, I was walking to the Cicero Station to ride to work. My usual path was blocked from all sides by concrete barriers and construction signs so, I decided to try and cut past through an alleyway. Walking into it something about it felt off, like the alley I was in wasn’t supposed to be there. It looked like a standard alley but, I don’t think it was the alley the alley that was supposed to be in that spot. Then I saw him, standing and staring at me from the other end of the alley. The sunlight lighting him from behind, showing me only the dark form of a man in a hat and trenchcoat approaching. The walls around me began to feel like they were shifting, Signs inverted their texts, it felt like the buildings surrounding me were being squished and stretched. The alley began to grow shorter and the buildings taller, bringing me closer to him against my will.  As he drew closer, I watched the sun set and the moon rise in seconds behind him. That’s when it became clear what I was looking at. He wasn’t facing me at all, at least his body wasn’t. His dark leather trenchcoat’s collar covered the lower half of his mangle and scarred face and a wide-brimmed red hat loomed over his head shrowding him in shadow. As he walked i realised all of his joints were moving backwards, his shoulders drooped down as if they were both dislocated. He began to pick up pace and started running towards me, his arms snapping forward and pulling out a large golen-tipped arrow.  I finally snapped out of the daze I was in from everything happening around me and began to run. As I ran from him he laughed, but it wasn’t just him it sounded like multiple other voices were coming from his mouth. The thrall of voices pushed me further in stride. I turned behind me to see where he was only to see that the further I ran, the further the alley stretched and put space between us. As I turned back around, my body was slammed into a metal fence blocking the exit. There was no sign of a fence when I entered but nevertheless, it was there gloating at me daring me to face him again. I had no choice but to begin to climb the barrier to freedom. With all of my adrenaline plumbing through my body I made a fast ascent, but not before feeling the back of my leg open in a cutting pain. The pain was enough to shoot me over the top of the fence and onto the sidewalk below. As I looked up I saw the fence had dissipated, and the backwards man was standing in front of me. Laughing that cacophonous laugh. He stood at the edge of the alley and the sidewalk looking down at the pool of blood streaming from the back of my leg. He didn’t make any moves forward. From the look in his dead, yellow eyes I got the feeling that whatever just transpired, I had won. The only way I knew to celebrate was to grab the camera I had in my bag and take a picture of him. I’ll attach it to the post but a lot of it is distorted.

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The Backwards Man

It was around 4pm, I was walking to the Cicero Station to ride to work. My usual path was blocked from all sides by concrete barriers and construction signs so, I decided to try and cut past through an alleyway. Walking into it something about it felt off, like the alley I was in wasn’t supposed to be there. It looked like a standard alley but, I don’t think it was the alley that was supposed to be in that spot. Then I saw him, standing and staring at me from the other end of the alley. The sunlight lighting him from behind, showing me only the dark form of a man in a hat and trenchcoat approaching. The walls around me began to feel like they were shifting, Signs inverted their texts, it felt like the buildings surrounding me were being squished and stretched. The alley began to grow shorter and the buildings taller, bringing me closer to him against my will.  As he drew closer, I watched the sun set and the moon rise in seconds behind him. That’s when it became clear what I was looking at. He wasn’t facing me at all, at least his body wasn’t. His dark leather trenchcoat’s collar covered the lower half of his mangled and scarred face and a wide-brimmed red hat loomed over his head shrowding him in shadow. As he walked i realised all of his joints were moving backwards, his shoulders drooped down as if they were both dislocated. He began to pick up pace and started running towards me, his arms snapping forward and pulling out a large golen-tipped arrow.  I finally snapped out of the daze I was in from everything happening around me and began to run. As I ran from him he laughed, but it wasn’t just him it sounded like multiple other voices were coming from his mouth. The thrall of voices pushed me further in stride. I turned behind me to see where he was only to see that the further I ran, the further the alley stretched and put space between us. As I turned back around, my body was slammed into a metal fence blocking the exit. There was no sign of a fence when I entered but nevertheless, it was there gloating at me daring me to face him again. I had no choice but to begin to climb the barrier to freedom. With all of my adrenaline plumbing through my body I made a fast ascent, but not before feeling the back of my leg open in a cutting pain. The pain was enough to shoot me over the top of the fence and onto the sidewalk below. As I looked up I saw the fence had dissipated, and the backwards man was standing in front of me. Laughing that cacophonous laugh. He stood at the edge of the alley and the sidewalk looking down at the pool of blood streaming from the back of my leg. He didn’t make any moves forward. From the look in his dead, yellow eyes I got the feeling that whatever just transpired, I had won. The only way I knew to celebrate was to grab the camera I had in my bag and take a picture of him. I’ll attach it to the post but a lot of it is distorted.

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Summer Camp of Death!

So I’ve heard about this rumor on a few other sites, and I thought I’d share it here too. We all know about that summer camp massacre in California way back in the nineties. The one where the killer was burned alive by some of the campers and counselors, and the bodies were found in a tunnel system underground. Totally metal shit. Anyways, point is the case caused suspicion, something else had to have happened. 

From what I read this is the real story. There are old police reports showing that a woman left her kids unattended at the lake, where the camp now is, and they both drowned. The mother’s grief was so strong she threw herself into the lake after them and split her head in half on a rock on the way down. 

That’s not the end of it, apparently the mom wasn’t finished. Her body rose from the waters and the last words she spoke were a curse on the land. From that day on once a year 14 children would die in a week by her hands. Meaning that the body that was burned, wasn’t just the killer but some kind of split-faced monster mom! Insane right?!

Guess her curse wasn’t that good though since she didn’t even kill 14 kids over 3 years.

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The Man with the Lights in His Eyes

It was 10:54 pm by the time I closed the store. Normally I would be out by 10:30, but I had spilled the mop bucket leaving me to clean up the mess. As I began my walk to the bus stop on West 26th I ran into a man in a striped sweater and sunglasses. His bald head reflecting the yellow fluorescence of the streetlight above, he quickly turned to me before I could walk past. He asked if I wanted a gift, I tried to ignore him I really did but there was something drawing me towards him. Before I even realized what I was doing I replied, yes.

He smiled a grin so wide I thought his lips could rip in half, and he pulled down his sunglasses. Within seconds it felt like the entire street was enveloped in the warm, pure white lights emanating from his eyes. Not soon after, my vision was filled with the lights as well. I could feel them running through my entire body, filling my lungs and passing through my bloodstream and into the rest of my organs. The lights wanted to be part of me and I couldn’t say no. But, I didn’t want to say no it felt like I was finally wanted, finally needed. Then the lights found my eyes and I felt it, the lights became sharp and they began to cut away at my insides poking out and protruding from my body like bone almost breaking through skin. The more I resisted the worse hit hurt me. I couldn’t see at that point but I felt my body collapse and hit the cold, hard concrete below. As I cried out for him to stop, I heard him speak but I couldn’t make it out. The lights wanted to be part of me and I couldn’t say no. That was all I knew for certain. The lights began to pool in my eyes. I could feel them as the made the ascent through my body, ripping and shredding my insides apart, hollowing me out to make room for the lights. That was the last thing I remember before waking up on the sidewalk only a couple feet from my store. The sun was rising, and I was alone on the side of the road, but not alone in my body.  In the dark sometimes I see my veins glow a faint white. His gift flowing through me.

The lights are part of me and I want to be part of them.