I’ve always believed in ghosts. I don’t really consider myself a spiritual person, but I had a respect for the paranormal. However, my sister, Caylee on the other hand was obsessed with the unnatural. She’s what you call a goth. She even had her hair buzzed off on one side and always had on black lipstick with black clothing. I’m kind of your average kid. Just a nerd really. I even wear glasses to prove it. Anyway, the night I’m about to tell you really made me a believer in the paranormal. It’s a hard story to tell. I’m still not over it. What happened that night… It still haunts me to this day.  

It all started on a Friday night. My friends Brantley, Shawnee, and Kassidy came over to chill. We all hung out in my basement watching a horror movie including my sister who just so happened to be only a year younger than me. It’s a movie we’ve all seen a hundred times. I think it might have been the Shining, but I can’t remember for sure. No one was really paying attention to the movie. We were all trying to find something fun to do while Brantley packed a blunt. On this particular Friday, not a lot was going on, not that a bunch of high school teens live all that exciting lives anyway. 

As we were throwing out ideas, it was Kassidy who mentioned the house. Deep in the woods behind my house, there was a house that was thought to be haunted. It was an old abandoned boarding house that was once an orphanage where a lot of kids went missing. No one really knows what happened to them. Kassidy was the one who thought we should go out there. My sister wanted to go even farther and have a séance. Of course, my sister had an ouija board and wanted to see if we could talk to the dead souls who were murdered. 

“Nah, that sounds stupid,” Brantley said. “You can’t honestly say you believe that shit.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Brantley?” Kassidy asked. 

“Pff, I’m not scared,” Brantley said. 

“I am,” Shawnee said as he cleaned his glasses. 

“I think it’d be fun. It’s got to be better than sitting here watching the same movie we saw a hundred times,” Kassidy said as she ties up her blonde hair into a ponytail. “Besides, it’d be a perfect opportunity to smoke that blunt you rolled.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Brantley said.

Caylee was ecstatic. “Sweet, I’ll go get my ouija board.” 

After she grabbed her board, we all made our way out to the woods. Luckily it was early October and it hadn’t got all that cold out just yet. We followed Kassidy out through the woods. The hike was rather long as Brantley sparked the blunt and passed it around. The sun started to dip below the horizon as we finally arrived at the old beat up boarding house. The windows were boarded up and everything seemed like it was only one storm away from falling apart. The paint was nearly worn off and most of the siding was rotten. I nearly choked at what I thought I saw in the window on the second floor. Everyone looked at me as I blinked and took a double look. I could’ve sworn I saw someone in the window. 

Brantley thought I was just pulling their legs, but I swear I saw what I saw. It looked like a little girl. We all looked at each other before Kassidy was the first to head in. 

“We should really be careful. This place doesn’t look structurally sound,” Shawnee said. As soon as we head inside, we all notice a rancid odor. It smelled like rotten eggs mixed with meat that had been left out for far too long.

“Let’s find a good spot to do our séance,” my sister said. 

“Let’s split up and look around,” Kassidy said. 

“We should stick together,” Shawnee said. 

“Don’t be such a wuss,” Brantley said. 

“I’m just being cautious,” Shawnee said. 

I looked around in the living room and found an old framed photo of a group of people in it. There were at least 10 people. None of them looked happy to be in the photo and most of them were kids. A sudden creak in the upstairs floorboard made everyone flinch. 

“We should leave,” Shawnee said. 

“Fuck that, let’s go see what that was,” Brantley said.

“I agree. Besides, we’ve got strength in numbers,” Kassidy said. 

Reluctantly we all followed them up the rickety stairs to find several rooms full of cobwebs and dust. Each room had several bunk beds. Brantley and Kassidy went into the room on the left. I was about to follow when something caught my eye. I went into the room on the right and as I walked inside I noticed nothing out of the ordinary. There was a mirror attached to the wall. Two bunk beds that were long past sleepable. I walked over to the mirror and a scream escaped my lips. 

I quickly looked behind me, but I saw nothing. I looked back at the mirror. I could’ve sworn I saw the face of a little girl with pitch-black hair.

“You okay?” Shawnee asked as they all rushed in. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I don’t know,” I said. 

“What the fuck is that?” Brantley shouted. 

We all whipped around to see what he was pointing at, but none of us saw anything. We turned back to Brantley who was laughing hysterically. “Gotcha.”

“You’re not funny,” Caylee said as she stormed out. For some reason, I felt this freezing cold chill. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something was watching us. I followed them downstairs. It was Kassidy that discovered a door to the basement. 

“I’m not going down there,” Shawnee said. 

“Fine, you can stay up here all by yourself,” Kassidy said as she made her way down the stairs. Caylee was right behind her followed by Brantley. I gave Shawnee a sympathetic look before going on after them. He soon followed.

Downstairs was a complete mess. Everyone pulled out their cell phone flashlights to look around. There was a big bookcase filled with dusty old books that caught Caylee’s attention. 

“This spot is as good as any to have your little séance,” Kassidy said. 

Caylee pulled herself from the books and took her ouija board and placed it on a table. We all grabbed a chair and gathered around it. 

“So how does it work?” Kassidy asked. 

“So basically, we all touch the planchette and ask the spirits or ghosts a question and it’ll answer using the board. It’s not too complicated,” Caylee said. 

We all shrugged and placed our hands on the little wooden plank with wheels and a hole to see the letters below. The board itself had a yes on one side and a no on the other along with the alphabet, a set of numbers, and the word goodbye on the bottom. 

“Spirits, can you hear us?” Caylee asked. The planchette started to move and I had a suspicion it was one of us. It moved to the word yes. We all looked at each other. “Is there something you’d like to tell us?” 

The planchette started to move again. First, it bolted right to the F and then went straight to U. Next it flicked over to the C and I knew where this was going as it settled on K followed by the O and then two Fs. Caylee rolled her eyes and we all stared at Brantley. “What? Oh come on, it wasn’t me. I swear!”

“Seriously?” Kassidy sighed. “Not even the dead are that childish.” 

Suddenly the planchette started to move. We all looked at each other as it flickered to the word Yes. All of our eyes were wide. 

“What is it you want to say?” Caylee asked. 

The planchette moved again. It went to the B and then it went to the O. It moved away and then back to the O. Next it hit the K. 

“Book?” Caylee asked. “I saw the books, there’s nothing special about them.” 

The planchette continued to move. It hit S and then H. E was next and followed by L before moving to F. “Bookshelf?” 

We all looked over to the bookshelf before back at each other. 

“So what?” Brantley said. “It’s just a bookshelf.” 

The planchette moved once more. It hit a B then an E before going over to the H. Next was an I followed by an N and lastly a D. 

“It wants us to look behind it,” Caylee said. We all got up and went over to the bookshelf. Brantley and I started to push it out of the way. Behind it was a door. We all looked at each other with gaping jaws. After a long moment of disbelief, Kassidy reached over and opened the door. It leads to a stairway that winded down to what seemed like another level. 

“I don’t think we should go down there,” Shawnee said. 

“For once, I agree,” Brantley said. 

We all jumped as every door in the house beside the one in front of us slammed shut. We all looked at each other.

“Well, fuck it. Looks like we don’t have any other choice,” Kassidy said and without another word, she started to make her way downstairs. There’s no way Brantley could be out braved by a girl, so he went down after her followed by Caylee after she grabbed her ouija board. Shawnee and I looked at each other. I shrugged and headed down after them and I heard Shawnee follow. ‘

Upon arriving at the bottom of the stairs, we all stood there frozen in place. What we saw was beyond horrifying. What could’ve possibly been going on down here was beyond any nightmare I could’ve dreamed up. There was a long hall of rooms. After appearing in one of them we saw a bed with restraints to the bedposts. We followed the hallway down out to an opening. 

All of us gasped. Our jaws hung open as we saw cages filled with skeletons. They were small skeletons of what could only be children. There was a table of saws, pliers, and other devices that could only be used for one thing, torture. There were several doors that lead elsewhere. We all looked at each other wide-eyed. Suddenly, Caylee bolted over to a table. She set her ouija board down before she picked up what looked like a picture album. She flipped through it before she threw it back on the table where she found it and threw up in a bucket nearby. What could she have possibly seen in that album? The rest of us shared some eyebrow-raising looks before Kassidy went for the album. She picked it up and opened it. The look on her face said it all. It was a look of pure horror and disgust.

She slammed the book shut and set it back down. This time Brantley picked it up and opened. “What the fuck?” he yelled. We all looked at him as Kassidy shushed him. Everyone quickly looked around as if someone else was here with us.

I quickly looked over his shoulder to find pictures so horrible, it made my stomach clutch in havoc. There were kids who changed up to beds without clothes. Some kids were shown to be tortured and even murdered. There was a picture of a big metal table covered in blood with body parts. I thought I was going to be sick. 

“Is this what you wanted to show us?” Caylee asked. 

A gasp came from Kassidy and we all looked at where she was staring. To our horror, the planchette on the Ouija board was moving. We all shuffled around to see what it was trying to say. The planchette first went to H and then an I before moving to a D. A sudden chills started to sweep over my skin as the planchette lastly landed on an E. We all looked at each other with fear in our eyes before a loud creak was heard upstairs somewhere. Both Caylee and Kassidy clamped their hands over their mouths. We all looked around before bolting into separate rooms. I was alone in one of the rooms with a bed with shackles as I listened to the creaks coming from upstairs. I was so scared, I was sweating profusely. That’s when I turned around and to my horror, there was a little girl sitting on the bed. She held up a finger to her mouth.

I wanted to scream, but nothing came out, which probably saved my life. It sounded like someone was walking around upstairs. From the sound of it, they were opening doors. We heard them go up a set of stairs. We also heard a loud slam followed by a scraping sound. Like wood sliding against wood. There was a sudden movement of footsteps as the person moved back down the stairs. We heard them trying to open a door. By now, my heart was clapping so loudly, I thought for sure everyone could hear it. 

The little girl on the bed just stared at me as she kept her finger tightly pressed against her sealed lips. She seemed to have a faint glow about her. Her skin was as pale as a bleached wall and she wore what seemed like a dirty pillowcase. My heart sped up as I heard a loud crash and suddenly footsteps came down a set of stairs. I thought I was going to piss my pants as the footsteps clambered around the basement. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before they’d make their way down the secret stairway, knowing full well that none of us closed the bookcase behind the gap. 

There was a long pause for what seemed like an eternity. I felt like I was having a panic attack as that little girl just stared at me. Her face was expressionless. Her finger still attached to her closed lips. Suddenly the footsteps made their way back up the stairs. We heard them walk out of the house. I looked back to find the girl was gone. My heart was racing so fast, I thought I was going to die of a heart attack. 

I heard noises outside the room I was in. I knew it had to be my friends. I walked out to find Kassidy taking pictures of everything with her phone including the photo album. 

“What are you doing that for?” Brantley asked.

“Someone needs to know about this. I’m taking these pictures to the police,” she said. 

“Are you crazy? They’ll know we were trespassing. We’ll get in trouble,” Brantley said. 

“These kids deserve justice,” Kassidy said. 

“I’m getting out of here,” he said. 

“Wait!” Kassidy said, grabbing his arm. 

“What?” He asked. 

“We can’t leave yet. Whoever was here still might be outside waiting for us,” she said. 

“She’s right. I don’t think whoever came into the house was someone we wanted to run into,” I said. That girl definitely didn’t think so either. Caylee tapped my shoulder and pointed. I looked over to see the planchette moving again on the ouija board. “Look!” 

We all circled around it. The planchette swiveled over to a G than an O before moving to an N and then an O, then a W before moving to the word Goodbye. 

“Go now,” Kassidy mouthed. “Well you heard it, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Caylee grabbed the board and planchette and we all scrambled back up the stairs to find our path blocked. The bookcase had been moved to block the stairs somehow. That must’ve been what that noise was. It somehow moved back to cover the gap. Was it the girl? 

Brantley and I managed to push it out of the way before we scrambled back up the stairs. That’s when I saw that photo again of all those people. It had been moved to the doorway. I looked at it closely and that’s when I saw her. The little girl was in the front of the photo. Her sad and fearful expression said it all. Caylee tugged on my arm and I grabbed the photo and left with them. I took one last look at the house and could barely make out the girl in the upstairs bedroom staring down at us. She waved with that same sad expression on her face. 

We all sprinted back to my house. The next morning Caylee, Kassidy, Shawnee, and I went into the police station and Kassidy showed them the pictures she took with her phone. Brantley wouldn’t come with us. We fully admitted to trespassing, but fortunately, no charges were placed. The police later investigated the house and the story broke the news not long after. They called it the Orphanage of Horrors. We still have no idea who entered the house after us. 

One night a few weeks later, my same friends were over and we were outside smoking a blunt when I looked over at the forest and froze. I saw the little girl standing at the edge of the forest. She was crying, but she had a smile on her face. She waved at me and then disappeared into the forest. I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think she found some semblance of peace. To this day I firmly knew the truth. Ghosts do exist.

The End.

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What I’m about to tell you is quite hard to believe. I barely believe it myself and I experienced it first hand. 

Do you believe in ghosts? I was never a believer in the paranormal. Not until one night in August. It was the last night before I was supposed to head off to college and I remember it like it was yesterday. 

It had only been a week since my grandmother’s funeral. Losing her has been really hard on me. Still is. We were very close. She babysat me my entire life. She taught me how to cook. She even taught me how to play poker. How many grandmothers do you know that’ll show their grandkids how to gamble? We had so many conversations over the years. She was always the one I went to with all my problems. It’s hard to believe she’s gone. 

It’s the last night before I have to go off to college. My parents have never been more proud of me and yet, going to college is the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to travel and see the world. I wanted to visit exotic places, meet unique people, and write all about it. My grandmother used to always tell me it’s my life and I need to decide how to live it and yet I felt like I was living the life my parents wanted for me. 

After I spent the whole day packing for my flight the next morning, my friends pulled up. They’ve been trying to get me to go out with them all summer long and now that it was the last day before I left I felt like I had no choice. I let Chance, Ryan, and Joel, my three best friends pull me along to a party on the beach. 

Everyone from my high school was there. There was a fire set up and Joel pulled out his guitar. Cassy greeted me as soon as I got there. We dated for a while before we ultimately decided we were better off being friends. She always had her hands in my dark black hair. I have to admit, I kind of miss that.

As everyone was having a great time for the last bash of the year, I slipped out and went for a walk along the shoreline. That’s when I met the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and yet she looked familiar. Very familiar. She was about my age. She had the most exotic olive golden skin. She was wearing a flower dress as she walked barefoot in the sand. She had the kind of face that made even the darkest nights feel warm and cozy. Her eyes met mine and a lovely smile turned up on her lips. She waved me over.

“Hi,” she said. 

“Hi, have we met before?” I asked.

“Perhaps,” she said, tossing her silky black hair to one side. “So, what brings you out here all alone?”

“I just needed to get some fresh air and space to think,” I said. 

“Oh? And what thoughts did you want to ponder?” she asked. She had a way of speaking that I found very appealing. It reminded me of someone. 

“Oh, tomorrow I head off to college. My parents want me to get a law degree. They tell me I’d be the first in our family to graduate college,” I said. 

“But that’s not what you want, is it?” she asked. 

“No. Not really,” I said. 

“What do you want to do?” she asked. 

“I want to travel around the world and write about it,” I said. 

“That sounds fantastic. Why don’t you do that?” she asked. 

“I tried to convince my parents that it’s what I want to do, however, they think it’s a terrible idea. They don’t want to see me throw my life away like that. At least that’s what they said,” I explained.

She stopped and looked at me with those eyes that seemed to be able to see deep into my soul. “It’s your life and you need to decide how to live it.” 

Those words struck me right in the heart. “What did you say?” 

“I was just saying, you shouldn’t let your parents dictate your life,” she said with a smile. “If you want to travel the world then do it. Life’s too short. Trust me. Don’t waste your life following choices made by someone else.”

“You know, you’re right,” I said. She gives me a smile. “What did you say your name was?”

“Yo, Leo!” I heard Chance yell, pulling my attention away from the pretty woman. I looked over to see him walking up. “Who are you talking to?” 

“Oh, this is…” I turn around to find no one there. What the? “I swear I was just talking to the most beautiful girl ever. She was right here. I swear!” 

“Okay… sure,” Chance said with an expression that told me he didn’t really believe me. I wouldn’t either. I was confused about what just happened. “Anyway, I’ve got a blunt rolled with your name on it.” 

“Okay, sure,” I said following him back to the fire. I took one last lookout and in the far distance, I swear I saw what could be a silhouette of a woman, but it was too hard to tell. 

—

“Honey, are you up? The plane leaves in a few hours. We need to get to the airport soon,” my mother said as she pounded on my door. She opened it up and turned the light on. I felt like shit. I must’ve drunk way too much that night. I didn’t remember most of the night. God, my head was pounding. 

I forced myself up and got ready for the plane. Thank god I already packed my bags. We all scrambled to load the car and get to the airport. As I waited in line I had this strange feeling like I shouldn’t be there. I tried to remember what all happened the night before. I remembered meeting the most beautiful girl… What was her name? 

I remembered walking on the shoreline with her. “Honey, if you forgot to pack anything, just let me know and we can mail it to you.”

“Okay,” I said. We got up to the ticket booth and got my boarding pass. Flight 7123. We made our way to the TSA check and my mother smothered me in a hug. I gave my dad a hug as well. “Call us once you’ve landed.” 

“I will,” I said as I got in line for the security walkthrough. After I got myself scanned and grabbed my stuff, I waved goodbye to my parents and had a seat at my terminal. I got there just in time as they started boarding for the plane. 

I was next in line to have my boarding pass checked. Suddenly I remembered. It’s your life and you need to decide how to live it. That’s what that girl said to me the night before. That’s what my grandmother used to tell me. I remembered her saying those words all the time. She’s right. I couldn’t go through with it. It’s not what I wanted. 

“Excuse me, may I see your boarding pass,” the TSA woman asked. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t be boarding for this flight,” I said, I grabbed my luggage and walked away. I felt so elated at that moment. I knew I was doing the right thing. I just hoped my parents would see it that way. I rushed out to find them still sitting. They were not pleased to see me. 

“What are you doing here?” my father asked. “Did you miss your flight? We made it with plenty of time.” 

“I’ve decided I’m not going,” I said.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” My mother asked.

“Going to college and getting a law degree is what you want. It’s not what I want,” I said.

“Oh don’t tell me you still want to travel the world,” my father said with a sigh. 

“It’s my life and I will decide how to live it,” I said.

“God, you sound just like my mother,” my mom said sharply. “I know you miss her, but this is your future we’re talking about.”

“I’ve made up my mind, mom. I’m not going to college. I’m going to do what I want to do,” I said.

“Is there anything we can say to make you reconsider? You’re making a huge mistake,” my father said. I just shook my head no. They finally gave up and we all headed out to the car. It was a 2-hour drive back home and no one said a word the whole way back. I could just feel my parents’ anger seething off of them. 

Once we arrived home, my dad slumped in his chair and turned on the tv. All of our jaws dropped at the news. Flight 7123 had crashed during its flight to Boston. No one survived. I searched through my shorts before I pulled out my boarding pass. Sure enough, I read Flight 7123 on it in black letters. I felt like I just dodged a bullet. I should’ve been on that plane, but I followed the girl’s advice. I listened to my heart. 

Both of my parents were speechless. They’d just gaped at the tv. Before I realized what was happening, my mother had me wrapped in her arms, tears falling down her eyes. “If you want to travel and see the world, I’m not going to stop you.” 

God, I felt so lucky to be alive right then and there. If it wasn’t for that mysterious woman, I probably would’ve still been on that plane. I wish I could’ve gotten her name. 

—

A few weeks later, I had planned out my journey. I decided to visit most of the US before going abroad, which would definitely be less costly, seeing how I could drive most of it. My plans were to stay a few months in each state, get a job to pay for my costs, and work as I take time to see the sights in each state before moving on to the next one. I’d work on my travel blog all the while. But before I left, I decided to help my parents clean out my grandmother’s house. That’s the least I can do for the woman who taught me everything. 

I was putting all of her books in boxes when I stumbled upon an old photo album. I opened it up to find something that made my breath catch in my throat. It couldn’t be…

I pulled out a photo and looked at it closely. It was the woman from the beach. She’s even wearing the same flower dress and if I’m not mistaken, it was the same beach in the photo. I turned it over to see my grandmother’s name written in it. She was only 18 when this picture was taken. This can’t be right. That woman on the beach… Was it my grandmother’s ghost? That… That’s absurd. Right? I didn’t have any other explanation for it. 

Tears started to well up in my eyes. Even after she died, she’s still looking out for me. I love you grandma and I always will. 

The End.

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“God, you wouldn’t believe it. That same creep was at the bar last night. He makes my skin crawl,” my girlfriend Gracie says as she fixes breakfast. 

“Is it the same weirdo that orders the fuzzy navels?” I ask as I pack my suitcase.

“No, that’s Donny, he’s a sweetheart,” she says. 

“This guy orders a bloody mary every time and he always just stares at me with this hungry stare. He says the creepiest shit too,” she says as she puts her long blonde hair in a ponytail before flipping the pancakes. “He asked me if I enjoyed pain once. Who does that?” 

“Oh, I think I know the one you’re talking about. Yeah, he is a weirdo,” I say, trying to get my luggage zipped up. “Do you want me to come by once I get back and teach this asshole some manners?” 

“No, Chelsea says that if he continues to harass me, she’ll sick Stewie on him,” she says, dishing up our plates. “I totally understand your mother is sick and I can empathize. I just wish you weren’t going to stay there for the next few nights. I really don’t want to be here all alone.” 

“I’ll only be a little over an hour away,” I say.

“Still… I just feel so freaked out about this guy,” she says. 

“I’m sure he’s just that way with every girl,” I say. 

“You’re probably right,” she says. 

She sets both our plates down and I pop a squat next to her. I take a bite of her special blueberry pancakes and my mouth has an orgasm. “Fuck, babe, these are so good.” 

She blushes her normally warm honey skin blemishes into a rosy pink hue. “Aww, thanks, babe. They’re just how you like them.” 

After we finish eating, I quickly help her clean up. I swat her on the butt, before wrapping my arms around her. She laughs. God, I love her laugh. It’s such a sweet melody. She turns to me as she leans back and I plant my lips on hers. 

We finally had to break apart. She sticks out her bottom lip at me. “Please come home as soon as you can.” 

“I promise I will,” I tell her as I grab my suitcase and head for the door. She gives me one last final kiss. I take one last look into those ocean blue eyes and savor the taste of her lips. “I’ll call you as soon as I get there.”

She blows me a kiss and I head out. The drive to my mother’s house is uneventful. Hopefully, I won’t have to stay there too long. My brother usually is the one to watch her, but he had to go with his wife down to her family, so I agreed to watch her for the next few days. She’s deathly ill with a rare form of cancer. 

As I arrive at the house, I call my girlfriend telling her I made it before I walk in. My mother has her head wrapped in a scarf and looks very sickly. She has lost a lot of weight since I last saw her and her skin seems to cling to her bones. God, it’s so sad to see her like this. She used to be so vibrant and full of life. She pulls me into a hug as I walk in. “Oh Josh, I’m so happy to see you, dear.” 

“You too mom,” I say. 

“How is Gracie? It’s too bad she couldn’t get off work to come as well,” she says. 

“She’s doing well. She’s very close to finishing up her degree,” I say. 

“Well, the sooner she graduates and gets a good job, the sooner she can quit that terrible bartending job. I don’t like her working there. A lot of filth and scum go there to drink,” my mother says. 

“I know, I don’t like her working there either,” I say. My brother walks over with his own luggage already packed. 

“Hey Josh, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got to get going,” Damon says as we hug. I follow him outside. “Her medications are already organized by day. You need to make sure she takes them. You have to stay here. She hasn’t been doing well and I’m afraid it’s not looking good. You constantly have to check up on here. I left the number of her nurse on the table. If you have any questions, just call me. Obviously, for emergencies, call 911. If you have to leave, Catherine, next door might be able to watch her. We are going to need to talk when you get back by the way. I think mom’s showing early signs of dementia.” 

“Alright. I think I can handle it. We can talk about it. Maybe get her into a neurologist. Don’t take too long,” I say.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it,” he says, giving me a salute before he gets in his car and takes off. I head back inside with my mother and she lays down for a nap as I clean up around the place. I took a look at her meds and she’s on quite a few. Having a background in biochem as my job is a biochemical researcher, I have a pretty good idea of how these drugs interact. 

As the day turns into night, my girlfriend texts me. 

You wouldn’t believe who showed up tonight! Her message read. 

The same creep? I text back. 

Yes! Josh, I think he’s been watching me. He asked where you went. I have never told him anything about my life. She replies. 

Did you tell Chelsea? I ask. 

No, she’s not here. She had to leave for a few days! I’ve got to go, it’s starting to get busy. 

Our conversation left me a bit on edge. 

“Where’s Damon?” my mother asks, nearly giving me a heart attack. I see her standing in the hallway naked. How did she sneak up on me like that? Why is she naked? 

“Damon had to go see his in-laws. Don’t you remember? He left earlier,” I say, hurrying up to grab her robe and get it around her. 

“He said he was going to play me some music. You know how good he is at that piano,” she says. Damon hasn’t played the piano in years. In fact, we sold the old piano we used to have here. Besides, nobody took care of it ever since dad died and it was constantly out of tune. Damon was right, she’s really slipping. We need to get her looked at. “Where’s Herald? He was going to tune that piano up for Damon.” 

“Mom, dad died years ago,” I say. 

“That can’t be, I was just talking to him,” she says. This night just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I help my mother eat her dinner and take her meds, before putting her to bed. Then I get a call from Gracie. 

“Hey babe, what’s up?” 

“He followed me home, Josh. His red pickup is parked out in the street. I don’t know what to do. I’m freaking out right now,” she says. She’s breathing hard. I can’t tell she’s flustered. 

“Don’t panic. Did you make sure all the doors and windows are locked?” I ask. 

“Yes, I double-checked them all,” she says. 

“Call the police,” I tell her. 

“Baby, can you please come home. I’m really scared right now,” she says. 

“I can’t leave my mother alone. I think she’s got dementia. She said she had a conversation with my dad and he’s been dead for years,” I say. 

“Babe. I’m freaking out right now. Oh my god. He’s standing in the yard looking into the house. He’s watching me,” she says. I can hear her start to panic. She sounds like she’s hyperventilating. 

“Baby, I’m going to call the police. You need to barricade yourself. I’ll see if I can get my mom’s neighbor to watch her. Just hide somewhere,” I say.

“Okay. Just please call me right back,” she says. 

“I will, I promise,” I say. 

I quickly hang up the phone and call the police. I tell them exactly what’s going on. 

“I will try and get someone out there, but currently all officers are busy,” the operator says. 

“What do you mean all officers are busy?” I yell at her as I scramble to get my shoes and coat on. I rush out the door while I try to get any help from the operator. I finally give up and hang up the phone. My phone vibrates with a text message.

He’s in our house! He broke a window! Please hurry!

My heart starts to race as I bang on Catherine’s door and she finally opens it in her nightgown. 

“Josh? Josh Bennett, it’s been a long time. How are you doing, dear?” she asks with a smile. 

“Hi, Ms. Catherine. I have an emergence back home with my girlfriend and I need someone to look after my mother for the moment. Could you please help me?” 

“Oh of course. What’s wrong?” she asks. 

“My girlfriend is in trouble. I need to get there as fast as possible,” I say. 

“Okay, I understand. You get going, I’ll head over and watch Sharon,” she says. 

“Thank you so much,” I say before rushing over to my car. I get in and floor it out of there. I drive like a madman back home, going well over the speed limit. I try to call Gracie, but she doesn’t answer. 

A minute later I get a text message. I’ve locked myself in the bathroom. He knows I’m here. I’m so scared.

I text back. I’m coming. I’m on my way!

My heart’s racing as fast as the car as I max it out. I try calling the police once more, but they’re no help. They say they’re sending someone as soon as they can. Fuck! I can’t lose her. She’s everything to me. 

She calls me. I pick up immediately.

She’s crying hysterically. “He’s trying to break the door down! I don’t know what to do.” 

“Is there anything you can use as a weapon?” I ask. 

“I don’t know. I… I’m scared.” In the background, I can hear the banging on the door. 

“You better open up, slut. If I have to break this damn door down, it won’t end well for you!” the man shouts in the background. 

“Hold on. I’m coming.”

“Please hurry,” she whimpers. This can’t be happening. 

I’ve got the pedal all the way down to the floorboard. “Baby, I love you!”

I hear a loud crash. She screams. “Don’t you dare hurt her!” 

The line goes blank. My heart explodes in my chest. Fuck! Fuck. I’ve got to get there. 

I race home and get there within the next 20 minutes. The cops are there, which gives me some relief. I rush over to them and try to explain who I am. A woman officer tries to get me to calm down. “Let me speak to my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this…” she looks at me with a stern cold stare. My heart sinks into my stomach. “We found no signs of her or her assailant.”

“What do you mean? He took her?” I say as the blood drains from my face. I feel sick.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find her. We’ve got our best officers on the job,” she says. 

“Why couldn’t you come sooner? I called over a half-hour ago. If you would’ve come sooner, this wouldn’t have happened,” I shout out. A sudden nauseous feeling takes over. 

“I understand how you feel. It’s been a really hectic night. We’re doing all we can to help find her,” she says. I start pacing back and forth. This can’t be happening. I fall down to my knees and as everything starts spinning and throw up on the ground. I need to find her. He couldn’t have taken her far.

“Is there anything you can tell us that will help with our investigation?” she asks. 

I pull myself to my feet and look up into her eyes. “Yeah, she said he drove a red pickup. She said he’d always show up at the bar she works at. You have to find them. I can’t lose her.” 

“We will. I promise,” she says. How can she make that kind of promise? She couldn’t even get here in time to prevent this from happening. As if I can talk. While she was being kidnapped, I was with my mother. 

—

Weeks had gone by, but still no word on Gracie. Every day I go out searching for her. I put up signs all over town. I go door to door asking if anyone had seen her. I haven’t been sleeping. 

One morning, I got a call from the police. They asked me to come down to the station. I feel a dreadful pit in my stomach as I head down there. Walking in there felt like I was walking through a funeral home. The police officers stared at me with concern. The same woman who was there that night greeted me with a grim expression. 

“We think we’ve found her. I’m sorry to tell you this, but we found a body that matches your girlfriend’s, Gracie Wilson’s description dumped off in the woods off Highway 66. We still have no suspect and the evidence on the body leaves no trace as to who was behind it,” she says. Her face remains as still as a wall. I feel dizzy. My stomach clenches as if I ate something rotten. I follow her mindlessly down to the morgue. 

There laying on a medical table was unmistakably Gracie. Her lifeless body is full of bruises and cuts. Her skin has a sickly blue color to it. I feel that nauseous, knife-wrenching feeling in my stomach. I quickly rush for the closest trash can and dry heave what little substance I have in my gut. I find I can’t fight the tears falling from my eyes. I feel the officer’s hand on my shoulder. That man… he’ll pay for the things he did to her. I swear it. 

—

The tv blares in the background as I sit at the table of the old house I shared with my Gracie. It was the first house we bought together. The only house we bought together. The news anchor goes on about a man named Henry Losborne they found tortured to death. They said he had been tortured by some chemical compound. He was the son of a wealthy businessman. They had a video of him confessing all the horrific things he had done to so many women chained to his neck on a junk drive. 

It had been 5 years since the brutal murder of my girlfriend. 5 long miserable years. My mother passed away not long after that terrible night. I take a long pole from the bottle of whiskey in my hand and slumb over the kitchen table. I had done so many terrible things to many horrible people over these 5 long years. I look at my reflection in the window and I don’t even recognize the man I’ve become. A beard has grown wild on my face. My eyes now carry bags under them and I’ve lost weight. Too much weight. 

It took me 5 long years, but I finally found the bastard that took Gracie from this world. The things I did to him… Well, let’s just say my degree in chemistry really paid off. 

I miss her very much. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like there’s only one thing I can do. Tears stream down my face as I grab the gun lying on the table. I close my eyes as I put it to my temple and…

The End

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What I’m about to tell you will be very difficult for me to talk about. It was by far one of the scariest moments of my life. My name is Amber and I’m a college student. This horrifying event took place about a year ago during my sophomore year. 

I had created an Instagram account and I’ve been posting to it avidly since high school. It recently blew up, gaining me loads of followers. I’m not going to lie, the pictures I was posting were rather scandalous. I’m not proud of them, but I’m a broke college student desperate for some extra cash. Anyway, my account started to gain a lot of attention. Mostly from guys who usually post disgusting comments about the things they’d like to do to me. I just brushed them off, but I also started making friends with other influencers. 

I heavily started to network with other “instamodels” so I could increase my following and hopefully gain some sponsors to start making some money. I definitely didn’t aspire to work a dreaded 9-5 job. I watched my parents work their lives away in jobs they hated and I didn’t want to follow down the same path. 

Anyway, I had over 400k followers at the time and received an interesting invitation. It was for an Influencer event. It looked legit. There were going to be speakers that would share secrets to grow your following, other influencers to network with, and potential sponsors there. It got me excited and it was too good to pass up. Not only that, but it was also here in LA, which is where I was currently living at the time. 

Now, here’s where things started to get odd. I mentioned the event to my influencer friends. None of them received an invitation. It surprised me because most of them had 10x the followers I had. Surely they’d get invited to something like this before I would. Even so, there was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity. 

So just to be safe, I invited a guy friend of mine whom I knew has wanted to date me for some time now. Gavin is his name and he’s one of those gymaholics who is built like a bus. He definitely didn’t want to miss an opportunity to go to an event where it’d be mostly instamodels even if he did have eyes for me. 

So he drove us out to where this event was supposed to be held which apparently was out in the middle of nowhere. That should’ve been cause to turn around, but I really needed those sponsors. We pulled up to what looked like a pole barn. It looked very sketchy. 

Both Gavin and I knew something had to be up. However, Gavin wanted to know what was inside. I just wanted to get out of there at this point, but I let him talk me into going inside. We hesitantly walked up to the building and walked in. It was dark inside and I pleaded with Gavin to leave. He wanted to see what the hell this was all about. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. I grabbed onto his arm and followed him inside. My heart was pounding inside my chest. 

We found a table and what was on the table nearly made me throw up. There were pictures. Pictures of me. There were some where I was walking to class. Some of me in my apartment. There were some of me changing!

“You were supposed to come alone,” A voice echoed out from the darkness. Both Gavin and I looked at each other before we both ran out of there. We rushed into the car as several masked men chased us out. Be barely got into the car and locked the doors as they tried to pull the door handles. Gavin floored it out of there. I still can’t believe we managed to escape. I took that as a lesson that if something sounds too good to be true, it definitely is. I’ve been looking over my shoulder ever since. 

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I’m about to tell you something that happened to me that I will never be able to forget. It happened when I was only 15. My name is Alayna Caldwell and like all 15-year-old teenage girls, I was saving up for my first car so I didn’t have the luxury of turning down good-paying jobs and that’s where this all started. My neighbors were going out of town for the entire day and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. They had just moved here not that long ago.

When they offered to pay me to watch their house and let their dog out at first I thought twice about it. You see, my neighbors, Tyler and Lacey Alston are rather strange. They’re most likely in their early 50s and give me bad vibes. Mr. Alston was a scrawny man with a scruffy face and dark eyes that were layered in bags. Mrs. Alston tried her best to stay young with her dirty blonde hair that was obviously dyed. She had a terrible smoking habit and she too developed bags under her eyes.

They constantly go on about how pretty I look and the way they stare at me makes my skin crawl. However, when they offered to pay me $100 to stay the night with their dog, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

They said they’d be gone until the next morning, but they’re still might be an opportunity they would return earlier. They made it clear not to go down in the basement and to stay out of the room on the second floor. Mr. Alston added that it’d be best if I just kept to the living room and the kitchen. They keep their dog, Jackie, a rottweiler, in the laundry room on the first floor. It wouldn’t stop barking all the while they were talking to me. It seemed rather angry. What was really odd was as soon as they left it seemed to calm down. It was very friendly with me.

It wasn’t long before I had the house to myself, besides Jackie. I took him out for a walk before resting in the living to watch some TV. The news talked about a missing girl about my age with dark black hair named Paula Edwards. She was very pretty. Thoughts ran through my mind of all the horrible possibilities of what could’ve happened to her. The distinct possibility that I could’ve been her ran through my thoughts. She too was a cheerleader and lived in the city next to ours. I pushed the thought from my mind as I quickly changed it to one of the reality shows I enjoyed watching.

As the day turned dark and it became late in the evening, I snuck out to smoke some pot and let the dog out. As we returned, the dog went straight for the door to the basement and started clawing at it. I thought that was odd. I could’ve sworn I heard noises coming from the basement. It sounded like muffled screams. I tried to chalk it up to my stoned paranoia. However, as the night carried on, the noises didn’t cease. I tried the door but it was locked. My curiosity got the best of me and I started to search the rest of the house. Now this was really strange. All of the other rooms were empty except for the room they said to stay out of which was also locked. There was no sign that anyone had been living here, let alone two people.

I got to the point where I couldn’t help it anymore, I had to know what was down there. The locked door had the kind of lock that you could easily shove a nail or something thin in and click it unlocked. I used to pull this trick on my older sister all the time when she took too long in the bathroom. As soon as the door opened, the dog rushed down the stairs. I grabbed my phone and turned the light on as I slowly climbed down the dark stairs. The noise was now unmistakable. It was a person. Their groans were being muffled out. I could hear the dog whimpering.

I could hardly make out anything in the dark as I crept forward with my little flashlight. However, as I crept down the basement, the things I saw in the light of my phone’s flashlight, started to terrify me. There were shackles, cages, and things I can’t begin to explain. My heart was thumping faster than ever as I continued to look through the basement. I heard the muffled sounds of a person along with the whimpering of the dog.

I cast my light over to where the sound came from and nearly shrieked. Chained to a pipe and gagged was a girl with black hair. She was dirty and it looked as if she’d been crying. Her eyes had dark spots around them. I quickly called the cops as I rushed over to her and took the gag out of her mouth. The dog was licking her face, and stayed by her side.

She immediately pleaded with her to help her. They kidnapped her and had been keeping her down here in their basement. The police arrived not long after. They identified her as the missing girl from the town over.

If things couldn’t get any worse, what they found in the room on the second floor was beyond creepy. They had pictures of me, rope, bindings, Chloroform, and other horrifying items. Apparently, they planned to come back later that night and kidnap me too. The rest of the house was empty and apparently, they only used the house to keep their victim.

The worst thing was that they still haven’t been caught. They’re out there somewhere, probably still kidnapping girls. I now live in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder. Afraid I could find them in my home waiting for me. On a side note, the dog happened to be the victim, Paula Edward’s dog. It certainly explains the odd behavior. Paula and I had become very close friends since then.

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