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Anxiety

Whenever I think about it I loath myself I claw at my own skin like an animal in heat I would sell my soul to the devil for it to go away I would offer it my eyes and my mind My greatest treasures Jittery teeth and tense muscles are there to remind me how I've failed it I want to attack,I want to have dominance over it but it's all stopping me All my mindless thoughts go to its paradise I've chosen to refer to it as "it" because it's now inside me It resides there telling me how to act and what to fear Telling me that this is all I will ever be and this is all anyone will see me as All these prying eyes will bore into my soul And I Let Them

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What do you mean "reflections aren't supposed to follow you" ?

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Anything in the spiritual realm can only do so little to harm you where as humans can bring upon the greatest pain.They can actually hurt you more than any ghost or entity. The black mass knew that and he loved it. He loved how fragile we are compared to them. He loved how we cry when we’re sad,how we change ever so slightly with every passing moment,how we can dance one day and wallow in fear the next,how when we’re hungry all sense of humanity goes out the window and how some of us lose sight of their goal and forget who they are. We are weak and reckless creatures. They knew that They loved that All he had to do was take a second look at our earth and he knew. This isn’t gonna last for long The end is nearing and they are getting ready to take over I tried to warn everyone but the chief caught onto me and now all I can do is warn people in front of the Starbucks around the corner. They all look at me and laugh,mumbling something along the lines of “hey!look at that crackhead” or “you should get a job” It’s too late to do anything now. I tried but what can one person do? Not much. Maybe the chief was right… people are better off enjoying their final days together. There’s nowhere for us to go. The footprints on the moon said that loud and clear We had a good run

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Why is she running away ? She’s yelling again Gosh I only wanted to help her Huh? Why is their blood on my hands ? C'mon now You don’t mean that,love…. Is it My Fault ? But… she still loves me Right ? R-right ?

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Thought I’d fuel your imagination with some photos of the Lemp mansion from my previous post. Enjoy the creeps

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The Lemp Mansion

Tick tock Another year,another death This family can’t go on without a last breath - A cave built for beer or a cave built beneath - Tragedy chased William first Tragedy shot Charlie last - But never without serving a blast To two that will never last - Was it a curse ? Or was it self murder in the blood ? An answer never known to man Only known to the spirits within the Lemp - Tick tock Time widens the contusion Never narrowing the illusion

———————————————— Prompt for piece : The lemp mansion in St. Louis Missouri is one of the most haunted places known to man.The mansion witnessed the suicides of 4 family members of the Lemp family,all ending their lives in the same manner…… gun shots to the head It all started when they moved in the mansion after their eldest member Adam Lemp moved in from Germany and started his own brewery,he later gave birth to his son “William"that ran the brewery after his death and so on the suicides continued starting with William and ending with Charles Lemp . It is said the house is haunted due to the cave under it that was cursed by native Americans that once inhabited it which Adam used as refrigerator and storage for his brewery. No more incidents occurred when Edwin the only surviving son sold the house. It is said he “broke the curse” when he decided to sell it ending all tragedy. —– It is now haunted by the souls of the lemp family and is on display for historic purposes regarding one of the first breweries in the country.

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I was so close to death and yet I never felt more alive

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"I can't tell you how much it means to the children that you find their father, detective."

“Here’s some more roast beef to take back to your precinct and share with the other officers, I know they must be starving.”

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Credits to: JC2535 (story)

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The Oaklands

I’ve always been hesitant when purchasing brand new houses but as soon as I laid eyes on the Oaklands I knew it was the one. It had to be mine. It’s ceramic tiles and wooden cabinets were screaming for me to put them out of their misery and make them mine. At the time,a lot of construction was surrounding the house so I couldn’t put it out of its misery straight away. On the left a new kindergarten was getting built,On the right workers were working on another house with a similar interior and right across from it,a children friendly park was getting finished up. I’ve always fantasized about having it all and this really seemed like the starting point. Sadly,I had to wait 2 weeks for it to get finalized and for the deal to be done,so everyday I bought my lunch at the corner store and drove by with my car to sit there and observe it’s magnificence all the while munching on my grilled cheese. It had become routine in those 2 weeks. I was beyond happy when I finally got to move in and make it my own,It was all I ever wanted now,the miniature vintage statues situated almost at every corner,the black and white Polaroids hung on its burgundy walls and the glass counter tops I brought from the fancy store at the neighboring store. Now all that all was well it was finally time to kick back and watch some old fashioned tv sitcoms. Before I could reach down to grab the tv remote off the floor I heard a wailing sob from the outside, as per usual I disregarded all fears I had and went on to turn the tv. 5 days later I woke up grogginess filling my entire being *muffled wailing and shouting* Why is it so dark out ? I wonder. Alarm : 5:30 AM Sighing I go back to sleep. 8 days later Woke up again Alarm : 5:30 AM *shouting gets quieter and quieter* *wailing turns to desperate whimpers* This again ? 10 days later Another day,another abnormal awakening …. Alarm : 5:30 AM Well this is getting bizarre I hear sirens. They’re off in the distance. I wish I hadn’t ignored all these signs. All these wails,all these screams for help and desperation. Now all I can do is stare at the lifeless body lying in front of me Chest still. No rise or fall. Blue skin covered in rock grey matter One which I later found out to be concrete There was a hint of a nauseating smell in the air. It was the unspoken fact that without the help of the concrete covering his pupil-less eyes and wide open mouth the smell of his rotting hands and guts would be one with the air. I Laid my feet there every day as I got to my SUV. I walked ON him while he was slowly excruciatingly accepting his death as he has lost all what’s human about him. Heck, I SAT on that sidewalk for cigarettes every night. The police later arrested the construction worker who worked on making the Walls of the Oaklands I so dearly loved. He got into a fight, pushed his friend over into the sidewalk he was working on,panicked and left him there. Somehow this didn’t get noticed by the men who covered up his body with cement or maybe it did ? I can never look at the Oaklands the same

Props to @goodmorningzen For the incredible prompt.

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The Oaklands

I’ve always been hesitant when purchasing brand new houses but as soon as I laid eyes on the Oaklands I knew it was the one. It had to be mine. It’s ceramic tiles and wooden cabinets were screaming for me to put them out of their misery and make them mine. At the time,a lot of construction was surrounding the house so I couldn’t put it out of its misery straight away. On the left a new kindergarten was getting built,On the right workers were working on another house with a similar interior and right across from it,a children friendly park was getting finished up. I’ve always fantasized about having it all and this really seemed like the starting point. Sadly,I had to wait 2 weeks for it to get finalized and for the deal to be done,so everyday I bought my lunch at the corner store and drove by with my car to sit there and observe it’s magnificence all the while munching on my grilled cheese. It had become routine in those 2 weeks. I was beyond happy when I finally got to move in and make it my own,It was all I ever wanted now,the miniature vintage statues situated almost at every corner,the black and white Polaroids hung on its burgundy walls and the glass counter tops I brought from the fancy store at the neighboring store. Now all that all was well it was finally time to kick back and watch some old fashioned tv sitcoms. Before I could reach down to grab the tv remote off the floor I heard a wailing sob from the outside, as per usual I disregarded all fears I had and went on to turn the tv. 5 days later I woke up grogginess filling my entire being *muffled wailing and shouting* Why is it so dark out ? I wonder. Alarm : 5:30 AM Sighing I go back to sleep. 8 days later Woke up again Alarm : 5:30 AM *shouting gets quieter and quieter* *wailing turns to desperate whimpers* This again ? 10 days later Another day,another abnormal awakening …. Alarm : 5:30 AM Well this is getting bizarre I hear sirens. They’re off in the distance. I wish I hadn’t ignored all these signs. All these wails,all these screams for help and desperation. Now all I can do is stare at the lifeless body lying in front of me Chest still. No rise or fall. Blue skin covered in rock grey matter One which I later found out to be concrete There was a hint of a nauseating smell in the air. It was the unspoken fact that without the help of the concrete covering his pupil-less eyes and wide open mouth the smell of his rotting hands and guts would be one with the air. I Laid my feet there every day as I got to my SUV. I walked ON him while he was slowly excruciatingly accepting his death as he has lost all what’s human about him. Heck, I SAT on that sidewalk for cigarettes every night. The police later arrested the construction worker who worked on making the Walls of the Oaklands I so dearly loved. He got into a fight, pushed his friend over into the sidewalk he was working on,panicked and left him there. Somehow this didn’t get noticed by the men who covered up his body with cement or maybe it did ? I can never look at the Oaklands the same

Props to @goodmorningzen For the incredible prompt.

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Bombs in the lunchroom Teenage freak show

Bones about the columbine school shooting

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Entry 5 : Oblivion

I wake up to nothing but darkness I get up I hear the sobbing yet again Everyday on this day, august the 9th I wake up I get up I hear the sobbing Then I return to my deep slumber Until august the 9th rolls around again It has been this way for 50 years now However, this august was the last august I woke up in I waited and waited and waited for someone to wake me up again Someone to liberate me from the darkness But nobody came Whoever it was is now gone Maybe dead even And I am forgotten

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For the first time yesterday I learned the meaning of silence while at a friend's house Apparently silence doesn't include someone arguing in the distance However,where I live silence does include distant arguing

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The smiling men

Today’s shift at the diner didn’t last long so I decided to run around town for a little while then take the train home at 9 PM. It all went as planned. My anxiety prompted me away into the last cabin,as usual shying away from prying eyes. It seemed only natural that I make my way to the dimly lit seat at the end of the worn out cabin. Following my everyday routine, I get my headphones out,plug them in my ears proceeding to daydream and hum along to the beat. Usually I’d close my eyes and let my self be. Usually I feel secure knowing I’m alone and the likelihood of anyone getting on this cabin is very slim. However,the more I hummed the more I felt less secure. There was a second humming voice. Humming when I did and stopping when I did. Suddenly, the cabin doors slide open and the silhouette of a tall man makes its way towards me. I couldn’t see much seeing as how this cabin wasn’t in the best shape so I didn’t may him much mind. He was probably going to take a seat anywhere around me,maybe he felt more at peace sitting around someone than sitting alone at the other end of the arrangement. My eyes are focused on his white tattered sneakers as they get closer and closer. I decide to lift my gaze up to take a good look at the face behind the silhouette. He had an intimidating vibe I couldn’t keep eye contact for longer than 10 seconds. But from the looks of it he had to be in his mid 30s,his scruffy skin and his now prominent eye bags giving away his age. Now,he was standing directly in front of me,2 inches away at best. Doing nothing but staring at me, smiling.

My hands involuntarily start shaking as my iPod falls screen first into the ground,I can hear it’s cracks shattering and not so surprisingly I can feel them shattering as well. This elicits no reaction from the hazel eyes me standing right in from of me. Smiling Still ‘Can I help you with a-anything’ Well fuck my voice cracked. Now he knows I’m scared,I bet he can already smell fear on me by now. No reaction but that darn condescending smile. He was mocking me,this had to be some sort of sick prank. Maybe if I ignore him….. maybe he’ll get bored and go away. I bend down to pick up my iPod and pretend like it suffered no damage. All the while his pale face fading in and out From the flickering light situated right above him. *5 minutes later* ‘Hehehehehe’ The shit face was giggling. Full on giggling. 'Please god just let this end,it’s only one stop away’ I thought to myself trying to hold back the tears that where threatening to fall. 'One stop away’ the man said. Echoes of at least 5 other men repeated 'One stop away’ 'One stop away’ 'One stop away’ 'One stop away’ 'One stop away’ Hehehehehehhehehehehehehe Giggles And more giggles. I was done for —————————————— MISSING Angela Williams Hair : dark brown Eyes : green Height : 5'2 Age : 20 years old at time of disappearance ( July 24 2015 ) Last seen : south station located in beacon street Extra details : birth mark on the left cheek Please call 1800-5567

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ENTRY 2/ GAS LIGHTING

Humans are excruciating pains to live with, ignorant humans tick me off the most. Over the years, I’ve learned of the different types humans. There were those who were too naive to even stand a chance at this whole life thing and there were those who lived life while fearing it which lead to an uneventful life and and uneventful death, but those weren’t the world’s biggest threats,one could argue that they are to a certain extent. The real scumbags are those who lie and manipulate, those who pretend to be the average human that’s too ingenuous but then turn out to be the monster you never saw coming. Manipulation comes in different forms. It can take the shape of a friend that “wants what’s best for you”. They were probably present for the majority of your lifetime, stroking your ego and shaping it to be unbreakable, they were there for you whispering sweet nothings into your ears whenever you wanted to hear it in hopes that one day you will become what they want you to be. We all call it a phase when we suddenly feel depressed. That everyone has a stage in their life where they don’t feel right. Manipulation may be the undiagnosed cause. Subtle mental abuse has always been bonus with manipulators, it’s so subtle it’s gone under the radar for a while.when suddenly you feel empty inside and with no purpose. Gas lighting is the term used to describe their action and tactics. They slowly set your soul,mind and body into a fiery inferno without you even realizing it. You begin to question your reality and second guess the basics of what makes you who you are. They’ve always been there for you so when they say things like “ if only you weren’t so introverted or timid you might have gotten that internship ”. Before you know it you start questioning your life choices These comments accumulate over time and start to clog up your reality and your beliefs. Beware