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Scary Story
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Depressing/ Emotional stories




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I held her in my arms as she started to drift into a deep slumber. I hummed a tune that I couldn’t even recognize myself. My mind was so tired, I wanted to sleep like she did myself… but I told her I wouldn’t, I’d keep her safe.

Life hadn’t always been so complicated. Before I met Joecee I just ran when I wanted to. But finding her had made it so I also became worried… over a girl! If I had found a dog, he at least wouldn’t cry all the time or complain! But I guess I brought it on myself, mostly because (even if I wouldn’t admit it) I was in love with her.

Joecee shifted her weight as she fidgeted in her sleep. She mumbled something as I thought of where we would run next. I wanted so desperately for the cops to give up the search for us, but that was like hoping the devil wouldn’t tempt me.

Sure we were monsters. But do you think the vegetables take it kindly when you eat them for dinner?! People like us couldn’t buy food from the local grocery store. We needed blood--Human blood.

“It’s cold…” Joecee sighed into my chest as she snuggled closer. I wrapped my arms around her and looked for some more protected shelter. I stood, not disturbing her sleep and saw a green house a few hundred yards away. No doubt that would keep her warm if I sat next to it.

As I slid down into a fetal position, Joecee started moving again. Not very much, but I noticed it. She started to say something. I didn’t quite catch what it was. “Joecee? Are you comfortable?”

For no reason, her body thrashed only once as she screamed slightly. I held perfectly still. If she thought I was someone else, there was no telling if she would release her evil side that we all had in us. She murmured something else but then fell silent and still.

I didn’t move, fearing that she would wake. Ever since I first became what we were I had always been frightened of girls for some reason. They were so fierce and violent! Even if I myself could rip them into shreds at any given moment, I was still utterly terrified of them.

“JASON!” Joecee suddenly screamed at me, her eyes pinched tight. Her breathing quickened to amazing speeds. There was no mistake that she had screamed my name. What on earth was she dreaming about?!

“Joecee?” I asked, tentatively placing her hand in mine.

“Don’t leave me” she cried out. She wasn’t talking to me I realized. She was screaming at someone in her head. “Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt him!”

I tried to wake her up, but shaking her did nothing to help. I wished there was some water so I could splash it in her face. I called her name once more. “Joecee.” This time it was a command instead of a question.

She didn’t answer me, just started talking to someone in her dream. “I’ll do anything. But please don’t kill him… I love him… please… please….”

I realized I couldn’t do anything to quiet or wake her, so I held her closer. I started humming again, only stopping when she said something else that shocked me.

“Jason… don’t die… don’t leave me… I love you… please Jason… please…” her voice had pain seeping through her teeth along with the tears that ran down her shirt and were now staining my already dirty shirt. “Just hold my hand… I won’t let go… just hold on… I won’t let you die…”

I had never heard Joecee speak in her sleep before… this was very unexpected. I felt I wanted to answer her, but I didn’t know what to say. I’m here? Don’t be afraid?

She was silent for about three hours. I was drifting into the same sleep she was in. I slapped myself several times to get my mind awake. “Come on Jason! Stay awake!” I encouraged myself.

She started screaming again. “Jason!” she sounded like she couldn’t breath, her coughing confirmed that and I almost dropped her from my arms.

“Joecee wake up!” I demanded in a firm voice.

No response. Her coughing subsided and she was breathing evenly again. Was she being attacked in her dream? Was I being attacked in her dream? That’s all I could get form her moans and cries.

Joecee’s eyes fluttered open and she stared at me in horror and wonder at the same time. “You’re… you’re alive!” she started to cry again as her arms flew around my neck. “Oh Jason! I-I-I thought I lost you!”

I rubbed her back as I waited for her to calm or at least to explain what was wrong. I didn’t have to wait long.

“They were after us! They had slayers!” who? I asked myself the cops? But she continued. “They were trying to kill you! And I couldn’t reach you!”

“Shhhh” I whispered in her ear, unconsciously I had started rocking back and fourth. “Its okay, were safe…”

“I love you” she whispered even quieter.

“Joecee… I… I love you too…” I finally confessed. “And I won’t let you go, I promise.”






He’s Not Gone

I skipped through the halls of my high school, Ridgeson High, happily. My curled hair bounced around my shoulders as I ran a hand through it and giggled. People smiled and waved at me and my goofy smile I always had on. I was searched for someone as I pranced, my best friend, I had wonderful news to tell him.

His name was Scott Nelson, he was tall and lanky and very musical. We had been best friends since before preschool and had lived close by each other since I first moved here sixteen years ago. He had been down lately, not very talkative, and I planned to cheer him up with the news I had.

“Hey Emmaleigh!” Called my friend Lindzee. “Have you seen Scott?”

I shook my head. “No, but I need to talk to him, so, if you see him tell him to come find me!”

I was an unusual girl; I’m not going to deny it. I wore anything I wanted and didn’t care what other people thought of my appearance. For example, today I wore a bright orange tank top with a torn black cap sleeve over it, my jeans were short shorts and I wore two different colors of knee socks; one black and white stripes, the other blue and green stripes. My shoes, black flats with orange dots on them, padded softly against the linoleum. I also had my guitar that I took everywhere with me and completed my image with its silver coating splattered spontaneously with neon paint.

The halls grew more and more crowded by the second. There was still twenty minutes till school officially started. The office was calling random students down routinely for various reasons and people were making their reunion from the weekend. One announcement caught my attention.

“We need all faculty and staff and Miss Emmaleigh Kauffman down to the office. All faculty, staff, and Miss Emmaleigh Kauffman” I looked around, I was undoubtedly the only Emmaleigh Kauffman in the school, but still, why would I need to go to the office?

I turned around, towards the direction of the office, and slowly walked there. I really had no time for this, I needed to find Scott and tell him about the gig I got us in downtown in a local Artist’s Pub. Once I got there, several of the teachers were talking in low, shaky whispers to one another. Some glanced at me and I could see tears staining their eyes. One of the history teachers blew their nose loudly into a handkerchief. I cringed away reflexively.

“Emmaleigh” said Officer Wall, the school’s main cop. “Emmaleigh… I… I’m sorry…” I could see tear marks on his usually bright face, now pale through and through.

“What is it Officer Wall?” I asked nervously, shuffling my feet.

“Well…” he took a step towards me cautiously. In his hands was an envelope. Hands shaking, he stuck it out to me. “I’m so very sorry Emmaleigh….”

I took the envelope and eventually tore my eyes away from Officer Wall’s horror struck face to look at what he had given me. It was a simple long white envelope with a large black handprint on it and scrawled across the handprint in silver lettering was unmistakable handwriting that said my name. I ripped open the seam and pulled out a paper. It had more handprints on it in the black ink and a message written in the silver ink.

Emmaleigh,
Goodnight loving star shine, I pray you sleep tight. You’ll wake up with a smile, I’m sorry, so terribly sorry, that I’ll make it a frown… I always love to see you smile… I hope you never forget, as I bathe in my blood, that I love you very dearly Emmaleigh. No one but me will know what the silencing bang will mean tonight, but know that I have always loved you. You were always there, when other spat upon my failing efforts to rise up. You’re the only one who ever cared enough to be any kind of true friend, my love… I’m going to what I’ve heard is a better place, with fluffy clouds and lots of music. I’ll love you forever, through rain and sunshine… yes, forever… forever and a couple of days! Please don’t follow me, dear Emmaleigh, it’s not your time, but I’m making it mine. When ever you fear, of the world’s in-hounding presence, remember I’m watching over you, every millisecond of the day I’ll be there. I’m your guardian angel now, to return the favor of being mine while I take my life…
I love you Emmaleigh… Emmaleigh… I can’t stop saying your name over and over, the prettiest name ever… Emmaleigh… I miss you already… I love you…
Love Forever,
Scott.
P.S. …don’t come looking for me…

I read over the words several times, it didn’t make sense. The handwriting was obviously his, anyone could have seen that, but the words couldn’t be his! I looked up at Officer Wall, now staring at me with intent eyes that were flooding with tears. He reached out to touch me to make sure I was okay, but I stepped back away from him.

“Emmaleigh?” he asked carefully. “Emmaleigh, I’m sorry…”

“No…” I said my own voice shaky. “No. No. No!” I sounded like a little kid refusing a bath as I turned abruptly and started running towards the office door, past the blubbering teachers.

“Emmaleigh!” Called several of the people, reaching out to me with desperate arms in need of squeezing some reality into me with hugs.

“Stay away from me!” I screamed at them. I ran through A hall, B hall, C hall, and eventually wound up in the music and art hallway, deserted as always. The letter was clutched in my fist, paper wrinkling, as tears screamed their own song down my face. It wasn't true—couldn’t be true! Not in a million years! I dashed over to the nearest corner and sank into it. I curled up into a ball and started to really sob. My head spun as I buried it into my knees that were bound tightly by my arms. “He’s not… not…” I couldn’t utter the word that seemed to be everywhere around me, glaring down at me with horrific clarity.

My mind went blank as I tried desperately to think of the last things I had said to Scott, the way I had said it, what we were doing—anything! But nothing came to my melting mind. Not in the least. I threw my head up in frustration and hit the locker behind me with a loud bang! I oddly didn’t feel pain, just a numbness that was creeping slowly into my head with every breath I took.

“Attention all students.” Officer Wall’s sorrowful voice came on over the intercom. I put my hands over my ears, but I could still hear him start talking. “I’m sorry to report that your fellow student, Scott Nelson, has committed—“

I started singing loudly at the top of my lungs the first song that came to mind, the same one I had listened to on the bus that morning. “Nah nah nah nah na nah nahhh! I wanna start a fight! Nah nah nah nah na nah nahhh! I WANNA START A FIGHT! So, so what?! I’m still a rock star!” the song by P!nk blasted through my body as my throat protested against the wail.

I sang the whole song before I dared to let my hands shakily relax over my ears. My hands shook as I removed them hesitantly. The letter was on the ground in front of me, staring at me with its presence as if searching my mind for the right memory. Then it came. Two nights ago, I had been hanging out at the park with a bunch of people form school. Scott one of them.

Scott took my guitar from me and started to play his absolutely favorite song, ‘Pork and Beans’ by Weezer. He sang out loud to it and I began to jam along with harmonies and flailing on my imaginary drum set.

“Hey Scott! Who sings that?!” called one of the boys that were in the large group of jocks.

“Weezer” Scott responded in one of the breaks.

“Ya? Well let them sing it!” the football players around the kid started laughing hysterically as Scott’s face flushed a deep angry red. Normally, he would have just smiled and laughed along, but he slammed his fists on my guitar and the jocks started laughing louder and making crude remarks.

“Scott, don’t listen to them” I encouraged.

“I’m sick of this Emmaleigh” he whispered harshly. “I don’t have any talents like you do, sure I can play the piano and the guitar, but no one even cares anymore! Not my family, not peers, no one!”

“Scott… I care!”I looked at him, slightly hurt. “Please don’t act this way”

He sighed long and painfully. “I know you care Emmaleigh… I’m going home, I’ll catch you later.”

“Oh, okay.” I responded, slightly confused. “But don’t do anything stupid without me!” I giggled at the inside joke between us.

“I’ll try not to…” he said without any hint of laughter in his voice.

My eyes welled with tears again. Don’t do anything stupid without me. Those were my last, final, uttered words I had said to Scott, the last time I saw him, the last time I had to say a goodbye… and I made a stupid comment instead…

Don’t do anything stupid without me…

Don’t do anything stupid…

Stupid…

Stupid…

Stupid…

The words shot through my head like silver bullets puncturing its victim’s chest. I stood immediately and ran out of the closest double doors. I dashed down streets, not knowing exactly where I was headed till I was on his street. I sprinted up the walk of his house, jumping over a bicycle that lay a strewn in the middle of it. I didn’t take notice to the ambulance or police cars that were flashing their lights all around the house. I started banging desperately on the door.

“Scott! Scott! Answer the door! Scott! It’s Emmaleigh! Please! Answer the door!” my fist became numb against the cold wood. When it finally did swing open to a shocked police officer, I continued to slam my fist in the air, all the while screaming through my sobs. “Scott! Answer the door! Scott!!!” I couldn’t breathe as the officer tried to talk to me.

“Miss!” he said sternly and slightly worried about what was wrong with me. “Miss, please!”

“SCOTT!” I elbowed my way into the house past the police officer. I knew the layout by heart and didn’t need my eyes clear of tears to be able to see where I was running. I glanced in to see lots of people in the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of something red on the wall as I rounded the corner to go to his room—splatters of red. I screeched and ran up the stairs.

“Emmaleigh?!” Officer Wall’s voice called after me. His footsteps pounded behind me.

“Scott!” I called through the halls upstairs. “Scott, stop playing this game! Where are you?!” I cried as I burst through the door to his room. “Scott?!”

His room was exactly like it always was, dirty clothes and CD’s were scattered in every place imaginable. The room had an ominous feeling, cold and creepy, that sent crawling chills down every inch of my body. I crumpled to my knees amongst his attire and hugged myself to make up for his absence. “Emmaleigh!” Officer Wall exclaimed as he also reached the room. I ignored him.

“Scott… Scott… Where are you…? Scott… Scott…” I whispered to myself, I was slowly falling into a world where only his name mattered, nothing more. “Scott…”

“Oh Emmaleigh” Officer Wall said in a soothing voice, he hesitated a moment then knelt down and wrapped me in a hug. “I’m so sorry Emmaleigh…”

“He’s not gone” I assured myself more then him. “He’s just hiding… he would never leave me… never… never…”

**********

I hummed a tune that was prodding my mind as I hit some chords to match it. I didn’t have any lyrics for it quite yet, but Scott would no doubt think of some tomorrow. He always did. A silver Shelby pulled into the driveway and my Mom and Dad got out of the car. They both stopped at the sight of me singing happily on the front porch.

Dad had a confused look on his face and Mom looked pained. “Hey Mom! Hey Dad!” I called to them. “How was your day?” I always asked this question to them when they came home from somewhere. I was an only child, an accident child, but still the love of their life.

“Eh… It was… Fine Emmaleigh… umm… how was yours?” Dad asked hesitantly. He walked up to me and grabbed my bag and unlocked the front door.

“It was pretty fun” I mused. “Only Scott’s pissing me off! He’s decided to play this stupid hide and seek game and it’s very frustrating!” I smiled and followed dad into the house; he kept glancing back at me nervously.

“I guess that’s good to hear” He said. He took my guitar and set it delicately on the stairs then turned to me. “Emmaleigh, are you sure your alright?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” I walked to the kitchen and jumped up onto the island counter to sit. “So, what's for dinner?”

My parents exchanged a long look and then Mom finally spoke. “What would you like to eat honey?”

“Anything?” I prodded, testing them.

“Yes, we can have anything that you would like for dinner.” Mom gushed.
I thought for a moment, bringing up my index finger to my mouth while thinking. “How ‘bout… Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and animal crackers?”

“No problem-o!” Dad exclaimed, “I’ll go to the store right now to get some.”

Mom gave him a look as if saying ‘don’t leave me alone’. But he was out the door after a swift kiss and whispered “good luck”

Mom stared at me for moment. Then came and sat next to me. We were almost an exact duplicate of each other, besides the fact that I was very free spirited; I got it from my Dad.

“Honey, you don’t have to put on a show in front of us…” Mom grabbed my hand. “Tammy called us today…” When she mentioned Scott’s mom’s name, I shifted happily.

“Oh! So did they find him?!” I asked excitedly. “It’s about time! I wonder how much trouble he’s in.”

Mom stared at me with amazement. “Oh, honey! Come here!” She wrapped me in an embrace, “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you…”

Tears streamed down the woman’s face. “Emmaleigh… he’s gone…” She whispered in a shaky voice.

I laughed at her. “Mom, don’t be ridiculous! Scott would never leave me.” I let go of her and wiped the tears off her face with my shirt sleeve. “Now, now Mom. He’ll be back, I know he will.”

The time slipped away quickly, Dad was back from the store with dinner in the plastic bags from Wal*Mart. “Well, lets chow!”

We sat around the table in silence; I wondered why my parents were being so quiet. Dad finally spoke after shoving a huge spoonful of Americone Dream into his mouth. “So, Emmaleigh… what did you actually do at school today?”

“I ditched classes” I said casually “And when Scott’s done with his little hide and seek game, I have to tell him about this new gig I got us, its going to make us so big that we’ll be stalked by little twelve year old girls!” I chomped down happily on a handful of crackers and looked at my Dad’s face. “Dad what's wrong?”

“Emmaleigh” He said with sure authority and not a hint of falter. “Scott is dead.”

I didn’t know what happened, one second I was sitting, staring at dad; the next flashbacks zoomed through my head.

Don’t do anything stupid without me

Bathe in my blood

Don’t do anything stupid

Silencing bang

Stupid

Splatter of blood in the kitchen

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

“Emmaleigh” Dad said, standing at the same time I pushed my chair back with a loud clatter and ran from the room. I ran upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom. I scrambled through my bag and found the note Scott had written me. I opened my cell that was sitting on the nightstand and waited till it turned on.

I dialed the number quickly, I was confused, and I didn’t know what was happening. “He’s not dead. I know he isn’t. If he was then he wouldn’t answer his phone.” I spoke to myself, not very assuring.

I pressed the phone to my ear and listened to it ring; once, twice, three times until there was an annoying beep.

“Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave your name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

I hung up and pressed redial. “Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave you’re name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

“No!” I spat harshly. “He’s not gone!”

“Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave your name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

I walked to my window seal, opened the window, and popped out the screen like I had too many times before. I sat on the roof facing the street and the front yard and dialed Scott’s number yet again.

“Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave your name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

“Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave your name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

“Hi, you’ve reached the amazing Scott’s phone! Leave your name, age and color of shirt you’re wearing after the beep! Bye!”

**********

Funerals. I hated all of them, so dull and anti-climatic. But especially this one I could not bare to endure. As I sat on the very last row of the church building, I listened without any intent to the service as it progressed.

“And now we will have a special musical number written by of Scott’s closest friends and presented by another friend of his…” Said the priest before he reverently turned and sat back down behind the pulpit.
I heard my friend start to sing the song I had written in memory of Scott, but couldn’t muster the guts to actually sing it myself.

“Now that you’re done,
And now that you’re gone,
I can’t look inside my mind to find you.
You seem so far,
You left me scars,
And you’re gone forever, now you’re only a letter.
I never got the time,
I never had the place,
To tell you I love you to your beautiful face.
My hearts aches so much,
I miss you so much,
I’ll just try to live without you…”

The song was long and hurtful to no one but myself as I cried through my own lyrics as if they were written by Scott himself. I felt him near, but so very far away… never close enough…

Someone sat next to me softly. I didn’t look up to see, I already knew it was Dad. He rubbed my back soothingly. I sobbed into my hands and laid down on his lap, I didn’t want to watch the rest of the session. It was a closed casket funeral… I didn’t even get to see Scott one last time… I didn’t wear the usual black that everyone else was clothed in. My shirt was a dark green, Scott’s favorite color, and my skirt was one Scott had told me I could never wear in public, but did anyways just to make him mad. It was pieces of random fabric hand stitched together in different yarns and threads.

When the time came, I let my Dad pull me up and lead me out to the procession of cars waiting behind a hearse to go to the cemetery. I got in my parents car, the third one in line, and sat silently next to Dad as we drove down the street.

I stood in front of the casket first, holding in my hand a single black rose. I set if down carefully on the black wood and stepped back on the damp grass. For a long moment I stared at it, not believing that Scott was really in there about to be buried six feet under. I turned and walked away slowly as other people placed red roses on top of my black one.

I sighed deeply; I knew it was going to be a hard day. Who wouldn’t have a hard day attending their love’s funeral? But… it was going to be even harder having to live without him forever…





A Little Scare
Black Star Shine

The streets were rampaged by little kids everywhere. Us teenagers, too ‘old’ for trick-or-treating, threw toilet paper over the trees in the graveyard as we did every year. It was just another Halloween, nothing more then that. But tonight would be a night that haunted my dreams for ever…

“Kassy!” called my boyfriend, Jacob. “Lets go to a real haunted place!” him, along with all the other boys nodded in agreement to his own statement as I glanced nervously around at how the other girls would react. I wasn't one to get scared easily, but when Jacob wanted to do something scary, it usually was scary. Trish, my best friend, clutched my hand at the very thought of it.

“No” she stated. “We’ve had enough fun for one night!”

I rubbed her fingers before tearing them away and going to stand with the boys on the other side of the grave stone we were hovering over. “Sorry Trish, I do need some more excitement then trashing the graveyard…” I confessed.

She frowned and looked like she was about to cry for being abandoned. “Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to get a little scared, right?” She walked over and took her boyfriends hand as our group started to walk out of the boring cemetery and down the street to a run down haunted house. The legends said that a girl was raped there and then later killed the man who did it in that very room he harassed her in. she haunted the house ever since, never allowing survivors of the people who ventured into its depths. HA! Yeah, right! Stories, that’s all they were, but the place was still creepy nonetheless.

“Scared?” Jacob whispered in my ear. He sent chills down my spine but I shook my head half heartedly. He kissed my neck and pulled my tighter to his body as we passed some little trick or treaters. We were close to the gates of the house now, the air went a good ten degrees chiller and I shivered. “Liar” he laughed. I pushed him away and wrapped my arms around myself as we stared through the rusty throng of metal that made up the entrance.

“Well,” piped up one of larger boys. “Lets just not stand here and freeze our asses off, let’s go in! Scare the broad who haunts this place!” he pushed through the gates that gave a horrendous quake as we all followed him in hesitantly. There was an ominous feeling about walking up the broken stone path. The towers stretched high above us and seemed to lick the sky with their spires. Layers and layers of cobwebs hugged the building and we brushed them aside to get to the front door.

“Ready!” called Greg, one of the braver few. “First one to scare the ghost silly wins! GO!” couples split apart in a flash. Jacob pulled my up a flight of unsure stairs.

“Where are we going Jacob?” I asked, not even caring really. Just wanting to get out of the house. He hushed me and pressed me against a wall as his lips formed to mine in passionate fury. I responded without thinking as my legs creped up his and my hand found its way up the back of his shirt.

“Jacob!” I gasped pushing him away. “What's going on?!”I didn’t want to stop, I never had with him, but I needed an explanation first.

“You told me” he said between kissing the bottom of my neck, working his way downward progressively. “That you wanted me” he kissed my chin, suddenly wanting my lips again; I gave them to him. “And you wanted it some place where everyone should know, but no one would know.” He was right. And the crazy thing was, I wanted him now more then ever.

I stepped to the right, leading us into a bedroom of some sort. We fell on the bed, him on top of me. He continued to caress my skin with his lips as I tore off his shirt and he slipped mine over my head. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me more and more, trying and failing to undo my pants without getting distracted by my own kissing.

“Don’t hurt me” whimpered a voice from the corner. “Don’t hurt me… don’t hurt me…” at first I thought it was Jacob and he thought it was me, just playing a joke. I succeeded to get his belt off of his waist and twisted my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to me. There was a loud scream from out side followed by snide laughter; no doubt someone had scared Trish. I laughed and continued to try and seduce my boyfriend.

“I love you Kassy” he said in a gasp between kisses. “I love you”

“Don’t hurt me…”

“I wont” he laughed, “I would never hurt someone I love!” I stopped pulling his pants off his waist and looked at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I didn’t say that” I said. I looked around and saw someone standing in the corner of the room. I shot up quickly, hitting my head hard against his. I clutched my head as he cradled me in his arms.

“I’m sorry baby!” he apologized. I forced my eyes to glare past the tears that were forming, but saw nothing where it once had been. I closed my eyes and laid my head against his bare, warm chest.

“There was someone standing there” I whimpered, pointing an accusing finger to the corner. Jacob glanced up and froze. I looked and saw what he saw written in a dark red color across the pale blue wall.

‘Don’t hurt me… please… let me go… don’t hurt me…’

“Jacob, lets go!” I pleaded, trying to pull my shirt back over my head and shoved his into his arms as I stood from the bed and took his hand desperately. “Come on!” I finally got him to tare his eyes away from the blood stained wall and pull me into his grasp as we left the room. I started to cry hysterically. There was no way on earth or hell that the blood was there before.

“Shhhh” Jacob whispered in my ear, though I could sense panic in his own voice. How selfless, he was more concerned about how I felt before him. He led me back the way to where the stairs should have been, but there were only hallways that led nowhere. We were lost. Lost.

“Jacob?” I asked, posing the question of where we were in only one word. He held me tighter as we walked through the maze of hallways.

I pressed my hands over my ears as a terrible voice screamed out. “Don’t hurt me!” then there was an all too familiar scream from the doorway to the left. Several familiar screams. I covered my face into Jacob’s body as he opened the only doorway in the hall and gagged at what lay inside. I looked against my better judgment and gasped, almost fainting at the very sight.

We had been with six other people that night. Hanging out as any high school seniors do on Halloween. But now, there lay my six friends… or… what was left of them… They were all suspended a good three feet in the air, their arms in a pile on the ground, bits and pieces of their faces like noses and eyes were put in a message on the ground. ‘Don’t hurt me’. I cried out and Jacob pulled me out of the door. Slamming the door shut behind him. We stood in the hall as he tried to calm me.

I slid to the floor. Everything had been so perfect no more then two minutes ago… now… everyone was dead! “Jacob!” I screamed, not out of fear, but out of desperation to loose myself into his body to be safe and forget everything that was happening.

“Don’t hurt me! Jacob! Don’t hurt me! Kassy! Don’t hurt me!” Screamed a childish girl’s voice. There was a menacing cackle behind me, but I didn’t look, only hugged myself into a tighter ball in Jacob’s lap. I made the worse mistake ever and tried to look at Jacob, only instead catching a glance of a girl in torn clothes standing mere feet away from us, crying hysterically. “Don’t hurt me Jacob! Don’t hurt me Kassy!”

“Go away!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Go away!”

“Don’t hurt me!” She screamed again. I looked up to see her run at me with a battle cry and a knife with fresh wet blood dripping off of it gripped into her ghostly hand.

“I love you!” I screamed at Jacob before I felt a horrific pain in my side, the last feeling I ever felt.






I couldn’t believe what was happening! Zeen was falling for the dark side! No one had ever done that! I knew someone else had to be the culprits. He would never do this on his own. Ever since the battle between the two races had begun, the Unicorns had been changing us Zombies into humans. How retched! I’ve watched some of those disgusting creatures at times, they eat with their hands and use toilet paper! I mean, really, what sane Zombie would even consider such madness?! And they are so ugly also. With that unnatural yellowish string on their heads and they have only two eyes! And talk about weird hands! Last time I checked, no one has ten fingers! I had to figure out a way to prevent Zeen from giving in to their torture of Lawn Mowers and *shudder* The Food Network… Zeen never showed up to one of our meetings about how we were to over throw the wretched unicorns with their sickening rainbows and joyous songs. I left the meeting early, right after we chewed on some garbage cans for refreshments, to find where Zeen was. And believe it or not, guess where he was! In the movies, seeing Twilight of all things! And of course, the unicorns being behind all this horrific insanity wouldn’t let me in to steal my brainwashed friend away from their clutches. A week later, after constantly fighting the urge to confront the unicorns and free my friend, we discovered a weapon of our own! I’m pretty sure I can save Zeen from the fluffy king size beds and toaster ovens. Us zombies, obviously being the rightful rulers of this land, are going to turn the unicorns… into ponies!

The End





Three ways of her death
Black Star Shine


Charlie

Mommy’s sad. Daddy holds her like baby sister. I don’t know why mommy says she hurts. All she needs is a band-aid. That always helps me. I don’t think they know I’m here. I heard a noise and found them in here. They are both on the floor. The kitchen is still dirty from breakfast. I want to give mommy a kiss-better like she gives me. Mommy shakes in daddy’s arms. Daddy’s crying harder then Mommy. Baby sister starts to fuss. They don’t hear, so I go try to tell her Mommy’s just sad and it will get better.


Adrian

Elizabeth burns in my arms as I try and control her tremors. This is the worse attack she’s had all year. I can’t help but cry as her own tears stain my shirt. I grasp her peanut buttery hand as she coughs harshly into my shoulder. “Liz, just get it all out, it’ll pass, it’ll pass.” I sob. I kiss her hand several times as it shakes in my firm grip. She looks at me through her piercing green eyes.

“I… can’t… breathe!” she grabs onto my shirt with her other hand as she coughs again and again. I pull her in tighter to my body and rock back and forth whispering to her about everything we have planned for the day. Her hand moves to the back of my head and clenches onto my hair as she hurls once in my lap, but I don’t notice the pain or the puke. I rub her back lovingly as she presses her hot forehead against my neck and cries more and more. My tears fall into her hair, dampening it more then when Charlie spilled a bit of his orange juice into it. “I can’t… can’t…”

“Keep talking baby, what can’t you do?” I plead through a shaky voice. She shakes more violently and sobs through her coughing that’s getting worse every time she tries to inhale. I can’t convince myself to leave her to find the doctors number. I can’t even begin to imagine where Charlie has run off to. I hold her closer and closer.


Elizabeth

Imagine getting caught in a blizzard in Antarctica while butt naked… I’m ten times colder then that… My chest burns every time I try to take a breath, blocking the particles with an army of impossible force. Every time I cough I feel razors scraping my throat. Adrian’s body can’t get me warm enough as I try over and over to just dissolve into him. The stomach acid that comes up makes my whole insides writher in agonizing pain. Even though my insides feel like they’ve been thrown into an oven, I’m so cold on the outside. “Breathe” Adrian whispers to me.

“Cant” I cough into his chest. I look through my tear blinded eyes to see blood on his once clean shirt and hear the faint cry of my little girl in the other room.

“No…” Adrian cries out as he wipes the blood dotting my lips. “No!” he cradles me closer as I try and control what I already know is getting out of hand.

“Adrian…” I say and my voice hurts to escape. “Tell Char… Charlie… and… and Krista… I… I love them… Mommy’s so proud of them…” I pinch my eyes close as Adrian shakes his head and kissed my fingertips. “And… tell Charlie to keep… keep… drawing…”

“You’re not going Liz, you’re not!” Adrian yells at me.

“Adrian… Adrian… I love… I love you…” I cough more into his chest as I get colder and colder… this time on the inside as well.

“I love you Elizabeth…” Adrian coos over and over… the last thing I hear…





This was the moment. My revenge. Nothing else mattered more to me then slaughtering every living soul in sight. I dissolved into a shade like all vampires could do and glided to the mall first, my body going insane with the blood thirst raging inside of me. I ripped through the shopping department in a fury and ripped out every living soul’s throats. Everyone. No one was going to live on my watch. I was too fast for people to do more then begin to think to scream before I was out of there and heading to the park.

Tia cringed as she drew in another painful breath in my arms. “Cameron… I—I hurt… so much…” I cradled her into my breast and felt her tears on my skin as I cried out.

“Hold on Tia, your can make it.” I said, trying more to reassure myself then her. I hadn’t had her long enough for her to go already. Her blood stained my clothes as she took in that last breath before she breathed out. “I love you…” and then her body went limp in my arms.

“Such a pity, I was aiming so well for you too.” Sneered William, the vampire slayer, the one who killed my Tia. I unwillingly let her body slide from my arms as I stood to face him like a man. “She was such a pretty human, but then again, such a glorious dead vampire.” His grin stretched from ear to ear. He raised his cross bow and aimed it at me and pulled the trigger—but I dissolved at the last second and the arrow with its holy water doused point, missed me by inches. I appeared inches from him as I tore out his throat, the first of the night. The revenge didn’t taste sweet enough yet though…

I ran a bloody hand through my grotesque hair. The red liquid slid down my chin from the corners of my mouth. I tossed the limp form in my grip onto the concrete that was littered with my masquerade rampage.

I looked up with my blood thirsty grin to see a teenage girl quickly going into shock over what I was doing. I dissolved into a shade and swiftly glided over to her. My hand cupped the back of her neck and crushed the bones in it while I simultaneously pressed my lips to her throat and ripped out her veins and vocal chords before she could cry for help. Very little of her blood actually slid down my burning throat; most of it ended up on the ground or splattered on my clothing that was already damp with my other victims.

I needed more.

These measly humans couldn’t give me the blood I desired. They couldn’t suffer enough pain for my hate.

A deep ferocious growl ripped through my throat and echoed off the glass of the surrounding sky scrapers. I flew across the city to the warehouse, the vampire safe place I had established decades ago, and pushed the front doors open. The force I used thrust the doors off their hinges and the metal slabs clanked loudly on the concrete floor. The light from outside made my tormented shadow stretch out across the throng of vampires bustling around in a panic. Many gave me one, long, horrified glance before dissolving and getting out of there as fast as they could.

Tyler, one of my only friends, was one of the brave few to stay. He stared at me with cold hard eyes. “Why are you doing this?” his whisper barely reached my ears.

“Why do you care?” I snarled back, wiping my mouth on my shirt sleeve.

He cautiously took three steps over to me and closed the distance between us. He put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my bright crimson eyes. “Is this because of Tia?”

I glared back at him stonily. My mouth twitched slightly. “Leave her out of this.” I said lowly.

“Why are you doing this over her?” he asked. “She’s dead. She died to cave your sorry life, so why are you doing this when you know she wouldn’t want you to? Why are you slaughtering men, women, and children over her? Why? Cameron, why!” he demanded, shaking me forcefully. His eyes filled with tears. “Why?! I felt strongly for her also, she was one of my best friends, but you don’t see me out there killing the city! Why?!”

I shoved him away and he collapsed on the ground as I roared. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!” My voice cracked as I repeated in a much softer, more hurt tone. “Because I love her!” I looked down at my red trembling hands as Tyler looked up at me through his long hair. “I love her…”

There was a series of loud banging and sirens all around the warehouse. People were demanding entrance as I looked for a long time at Tyler. “You have to go… run while you still can…” I said as I turned on my heel to the biggest open room in the warehouse. I didn’t wait to watch him disappear into the dark, I knew he would stay to hopefully fight off the people but would fail.

I rounded a corner into the biggest room and stared at the shadows dancing around outside the windows. With two defining cracks the doors fell down. I stared un-phased at the mob as they pushed inside.

“That’s him!” cried several people as they pointed at me. I grinned my fanged smile as they started towards me. A gun shot went off and I staggered backwards as the bullet pierced my chest. I caught myself from falling backwards and fell forward instead onto my knees.

“He’s down! He’s down!” they screamed out. I didn’t feel the pain I knew I should from the bullet. I saw several vampire slayers coming through the doors and they smiled at me. A tall one with bright white hair was the first to reach me and the first to stab a wooden stake into my chest. I gave him the pleasure of screaming out in agony as fire seared through my body, its focal point; my heart. He pulled my face close to his and I felt his hot breath against my skin. “Does it feel good to die?” he sneered.

“You tell me” I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back as I tore out his throat.

Several people screamed out and I felt sharp pains as people jabbed more stakes into my back. Holy Water splashed onto me as people dumped a bucket of it over my head. The burning inside intensified as my skin sizzled and fizzed and I thrashed around in pain as it ate away my flesh. I felt like hot fiery pins were scratching my raw skin as people stabbed away happily.

I closed my eyes and only thought of one thing as I slipped into blackness…

Tia… I would see her again… even if it was in hell… I your[i]would[i/] see her… even if I had to murder God himself to get to her… I Would.

RESERVED!!!

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Thank you! i'll post some more soon

I got to reading 2 of the beginning stories; They are AWESOME!!

God, that took a while to read. xD

Anyway, some were very good, some I found were too unoriginal and cliche, but that's natural in a large collection of short stories. I'm only going to comment a little since there are so many to critique

Untitled:
It was very generic. It was very unoriginal. It was written well, but the idea wasn't up to par, or at least not the idea that was shown in the short. Again, the skill was there but the imagination wasn't.

He's Not Gone:
Very good. Cliched in parts, but that's fine. It was written very well and caused for me to feel for the Emeleigh. Nicely written. Fairly imaginative. Good.

A Little Scare:
Cliched and unoriginal as most horror/scary stories or movies are. It's just part of the genre. No need to worry. It was well written.

DAH BLUE:
I don't tihnk I need to say much. xD

Three Ways of her Death:
Very nice and a good way to creatively show a death scene. It was a bit mushy, however, and the dialogue was a bit stale.

The Red One:
Much more original than the first and therefor better. I wish that I'd gotten a better view of the world however and I would highly recommend lengthening this.

The Last Story You Put On Here:
Very disturbing, and I'll admit, there was a part at the beginning I skipped because I was a bit TOO disturbed but that's my fault, not yours. I love the way you got into the head of a school shooter which is obviously an unpopular view to get behind. Very creative and well written. Good job.

I read most of them, and they were all great! I especially loved the Emmaleigh one. whee