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Stories Meant For The Grave

3.A Crawling feeling 

Hey haven’t you felt a weird feeling like bugs crawling on your skin? I have many times and still to this day, but when you try to see what is crawling on you it’s just your hair or maybe something brushing on your skin. Then you just feel stupid that your imagination got the better of you. Sadly I can’t think that way anymore. I wish I can go back to that ignorant time, but I know that it is impossible now. If you wish to stay ignorant of this then don’t read after all just because you can know something doesn’t mean you should. Alright that was your warning now here my story. It was a sunny day. I was in my apartment trying to fan myself from this summer heat. I hated it when I got sweaty not just because it felt sticky, but because when it slid down your skin it would feel as if something was crawling my skin. It would drive me crazy just how weird the feeling was. I also hated my long hair. It would brush up all over my neck and I would swat at it thinking it was a fly only slap my neck. My body hair didn’t help since whenever it was windy I could feel it on my skin. Weird considering how small they are you wouldn’t even notice them if you didn’t squint your eyes. As this sunny day continued my body began to sweat like crazy so I tried to wipe myself, but more sweat would replace it soon after. Suffice to say I was miserable. Just when I tried to calm myself down I had another weird crawling feeling on my arm specifically near my elbow. I ignored at first thinking it was just sweat or hair on my arm. Yet the feeling didn’t stop. It slid down my arm thinking it was sweat because of how wet it was feeling. Actually I could still feel it near my elbow. I tried to wipe it away, but this feeling started to feel even weirder. My sweat started to go up my arm huh? As I thought this my mind went straight to bug. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt so I rolled up my sleeves. Searching for the bug I found nothing just my arm hair yet why do I still feel something crawling up my arm. I could feel it move. It felt like a centipede only if it’s legs were as hairy as a spider. Instead of this weird crawling feeling going all the up to my arm it would go back down near my elbow. This caused me to thoroughly check my arm, but still nothing feeling complete disgust for this skidder skadder feeling I slapped my arm hard where I felt it between my elbow and shoulder. It stopped and I felt great relief after that. Then looking at my hand to see if the culprit was there, but I saw nothing and my arm didn’t have any blood on it either. Just when I thought I was imagining it something on my hand started to move that familiar crawling feeling. I saw my skin peeling off my hand or to be exact something that looked like skin peeling off. Under its skin-like body was these hairy tiny legs. They moved erratically, its body twisting and turning. I threw it across the room in fear. If you saw me throwing it you think I tossed my peeling skin, but it was anything but skin. The moment it landed on the floor it crawled so fast to a hole in the wall. At the same time my whole body shivered not just from seeing that weird bug, but also this crawling feeling. As if my skin was coming off my body all the bugs peeled off my skin and ran towards the hole. I was processing what just happened, but when I woke up from my stupor I ran towards my bathroom. My skin was still there. I sighed in relief then I got everything I had packed my bag called a friend and left. The same day I called the exterminator about the hole in my wall I didn’t say anything about skin like bugs. They might think I am crazy. A few hours later the exterminator said they found a couple of cockroaches and a dead mouse. He said I was lucky since there weren’t that many, but I knew I wasn’t because I saw the skin like bugs there had to be at least 50 or maybe a hundred of em. Yet I kept my mouth closed. I called the landlord and told him I would be moving out. I would pay him whatever I owed him this month. My friend let me stay until I found a new place, but on the same day I left that place my friend told me something horrifying. He asked if my elbow was alright. I looked at where his eyes were looking and saw my sleeve was turning red. I rolled my sleeve and my friend's eyes bulged out as we saw a piece of my skin. All there was is muscle. It was the size of the bug I slapped.

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Stories Meant For The Grave

2.I thought I saw a shadow 

Hello my name is Jamie you see I have a story I wanted to share with anyone who reads this. I wanted to tell you about this game me and my friends play and hopefully maybe you and your friends won’t make the mistake of playing it like I did or at least avoid “it”. To know my story you need to know a little about me. I live in a small town nowhere important. At least no map can find where the town is, but that beside the point I have a twin brother named Ray. We were both ten that year and he and I would play together with our friends in this small little place. Think of it like a park if you will except with a lot of weeds and bushes and some trees here and there. It was full of hiding spots we could use, but the target of this game was not the person. It was their shadow that we needed to catch. It was called shadow tag. We would all find places to hide and make our shadows as small as possible. Today was a good day to play shadow tag because the sun was high up and no clouds what so ever was blocking it. I was it and I had to count to forty since there are so many good hiding places to choose from. When I finally counted to forty I searched the place for any shadows or people to spot. Sadly there was no luck. It seemed that they found some good spots, maybe they’re all huddled up in one spot again. That when I noticed a shadow it looked like it extended from the side of the tree. I smiled thinking that the person probably didn’t notice his shadow moved so I slowly walked right next to the shadow then raised my foot ready to stomp. Then bam my foot fell on the shadow. I yelled tag I got ya you idiot, but something didn’t feel right my foot felt as if it stepped on something. When I looked down to see if it was a bug my body froze. The shadow eyes were open and it was looking at me. I backed away from the shadow, but it still looked at me and I felt as if it was trying to burn holes through me with its eyes. Then suddenly a huge shadow covered the thing looking at me. I looked up to see a cloud had passed and it was starting to get cloudy so I started to run the opposite direction of the weird shadow. That when my friends and brother saw me running towards them. Thinking I saw them they came out seeing as I unintentionally stepped in their shadows. They were all thinking how they found a good spot and how it sucked that I found them laughing about the experience. Yet they notice how out of breath I was and ask if I was alright. I thought of telling them what I saw, but decided that no would believe me and said nothing. My brother looked up and saw how it was really starting to get cloudy so we decided to end the game early and go home since it looked like it would rain soon. Later that night in bed I couldn’t sleep so I just laid there in bed thinking about what I just saw out there a shadow with eyes. I shivered when I remembered how angry its eyes looked when it looked at me and it didn’t help that there was lightning. I wanted to forget, but then I heard a creaking noise of someone going upstairs. I got up from bed and went to my door. It was slightly left ajar since I was scared to be alone. This way if anything happened I could call mom and dad to save me. At least that was how I thought back then. Anyway I peeked wondering if my brother got a midnight snack or maybe dad and mom were going back to their room after getting something downstairs. What I saw wasn’t any of them to be precise I saw no one going upstairs, but I could still hear someone coming up slowly. Just then A loud thunder clap came and the whole hallway was lit up by lightning and that's when I saw it. The Shadow with eyes. Another loud boom came and I could see it walking upstairs, but not the one built in the house. It was their shadow that the creature was walking on. As lightning kept striking every few seconds I could see it get closer and closer and closer. Fear consumed me as I sat there not even breathing as it continued to climb the stairs. Then finally just as it was about to walk its last step a door opened it was my brother's room. He walked out and yawned, scratching his head as he went to the bathroom. Ray opened the door, turned on the light, walked in and closed the door. I could kind of see the shadow thanks to the light from the bathroom. It stared at the bathroom with malice. At that moment I knew why it came here and why it looked at the door with such hate. It was angry that I stepped on it and wanted revenge. Then the shadow went in the bathroom. I stood there not even moving. Nothing in my head was working. I told myself that I needed to move, get up or something, but I didn’t even move. I just sat there waiting. Then the bathroom light flickered for a second and I regained some type of function in my brain. I looked at the clock and noticed I have been waiting behind the door for an hour. I stood up, got my flashlight and my wooden bat. I Opened the door and slowly walked towards the bathroom. After a moment I finally got up the courage to open the door and quickly pushed it open. At the time I thought that maybe as long as it doesn’t touch my shadow then maybe I could hurt using the light or use the shadow of my bat to hit it. Yet what I saw made me realize that was a foolish idea as I dropped my flashlight and bat. I saw my brother contorted and mangled in the most painful way. Bone sticking out of places I am not even sure where. His head twisted upside down and his eyes were only sockets. He was tied up like a bow on the shower rack, his face in complete horror of what must be in his final moments of seeing the creature. I fell on my butt brain stopped processing what happened, tears falling down. All I could think was that it was my fault it was my fault it was my fault. My dad opened the door when he heard the loud thump in the hallway he was holding a gun mom right behind him. He looked at me asking what happened all I could do was point shakenly at the bathroom. When he took a look my father fell to his knees as he saw Ray. Mom also saw his mangled corpse and her eyes went blank after that everything was a blur. It was all happening too fast. The police asked us questions and the town went on full alert for the next few years. My brother's funeral happened with mom crying non stop with dad and relatives and friends of my brother. I looked at Ray's casket with guilt. It wanted me yet it took my brother because we looked alike. Life after that was never the same. I couldn’t go outside. I didn’t even want to play shadow tag and any shadows I saw I showed fear and made sure to never step on them no matter what. Even when my parents took me to therapy it didn’t help with this overwhelming fear and guilt I felt. Now I get home schooled staying in my room all day. All I could say whenever I think of that incident is that whatever that was it was definitely no shadow. No shadow could do something like that to my brother. If you read this story all the way through I hope that you don’t play this game or at least make sure it’s your friend's shadow that you choose to step on.

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Stories Meant For The Grave

1.What’s Reflected 

Hey you know how your reflection is just there? I mean don’t get me wrong it's supposed to be there it’s your reflection after all, but the way it looks and copies everything you do just in reverse doesn’t it make you think. Who is copying who? Are we doing what it’s doing or is it doing what we’re doing? That question even now leaves me unsure. As for why I ask you this question, would you mind listening to my story. Like every other day I woke up in the middle of the night getting ready to walk to the bathroom. The way my bathroom is setup is that there are two doors leading to the bathroom, one connected to my room and the other in the loft. Two sinks on one long counter and a huge mirror to see yourself. The toilet and bath is at the back of the bathroom. There was also a door for that room for privacy. Just like always I would head straight towards the toilet to relieve myself and when everything was done I would close the door and wash my hands. That said tonight was somewhat strange. I couldn’t place my hand on it, but there was something wrong. In particular it was the mirror in the bathroom. I look at it for the longest time wondering why it looked so strange. I see the bathroom just perfectly. The floor was fine too. Everything was there, but then it hit me where is my reflection? It was gone nowhere to be seen as if it never existed. I tried to pinch myself awake, spin around, and walk in and out of the bathroom yet nothing was there. I kind of freaked out a bit. So much so that I just ran out the bathroom without turning off the lights. I was scared. I mean why wasn’t my reflection there. I checked my neck for bites nothing there so I didn’t believe I became a vampire. Is my reflection maybe out in this side of the world. My heart thumped faster the more I thought of what the scenario could be. Finally not being able to take it I walked towards the bathroom opening the door very slowly then walked inside hoping to see myself there, but no it was still non-existent. I kept looking at the mirror hoping there would be a sign or something, but nothing everything looked perfectly fine minus my reflection. Yet after looking at the mirror for so long I felt that something was off. I didn’t know why it felt so weird, but it felt like it was wrong somehow. Then I noticed the reflection of the closed door where the toilet and bath was. There was something strange under the door. I saw a strange liquid there. It looked reddish black yet when I looked at the door in my bathroom it looked completely fine, no strange liquid there. Then a question appeared in my mind: what would happen if I opened the door from my side it should open there too right? As I walked to the door I started to slowly open it while keeping my eyes on the mirror. It always made a creaking noise, but tonight it sounded much creepier than usual. Finally opened I saw something I would never forget. I saw myself slumped on the bathroom floor face in the toilet blood coming off my reflection’s wrist. At that moment I felt as if I was suffocating. My heart was beating like crazy. That impossible this can’t be happening. I kept telling myself that as if everything would change or maybe I would wake up, but no. The situation stayed the same. I closed the door, turned off the light, and then went to bed. As if my mind and body were trying to deny what happened my eyes grew heavy and fell asleep. The next morning my siblings were getting ready for school brushing their teeth. Everything was fine, their reflection was also brushing their teeth. I just stood outside the bathroom and waited for them to finish. At first I wanted to show them what happened to me last night. Yet the fear of them seeing me with no reflection scared me. What if they think I am a monster or worse. Honestly now that I think about it. I probably didn’t want them to see my reflection. Then when they left I checked the bathroom. My reflection was still gone, but when I looked at the door in the reflection there was no red liquid under the door and when I opened it. It just showed the toilet nothing was there so I closed the door. I went to school and avoided any place that would have mirrors or things that would show my reflection. After school ended I did my homework, ate dinner, and then went to bed. Though I couldn’t sleep my only thought was my dead body slumped on that bathroom floor. You see what scared me wasn’t the fact that my reflection was dead, but how it died. I was depressed that day in the bathroom wanting to slit my wrist, but when I thought of my family and friends I decided to give up on killing myself. At least that is what “I” decided so I ask who's copying who is it them or us?