Thursday, October 27, 2011

Rake Road

There is a road that my friends have dubbed 'Ghost Road' about a ten minute drive from where I live. There have been some creepy experiences there and some sightings. I tend to call it Rake Road (after the *Rake **creepy pasta) because of one of my experiences.

I like to take fuck it drives and usually at night since I don't sleep until late. This was when I first got my car and was exploring places. I was driving up and down North Point Road and decided to take a left on one of the roads where the new developments were. I was alone the first time and had driven all the way down, through the wooded part to the dead end. I turned around to go back and was just smoking a cigarette when I saw it and hit the brakes. Not because I was about to hit it, I just didn't want my car to go near it.

About fifteen feet in front of me there was this all white thing. At first I thought it was a deer but it was too disproportionate to be one. It ran across from where the developments were to the other side of the road and stopped to take a quick look towards my car before disappearing into the bushes. It looked almost like a dog and was very, very skinny; but it ran like a hunched over person. When it looked my way I just remember big, bright white eyes. It also kind of looked like it had scraggly, thin hair hanging from its head.

I flicked my cigarette away and quickly lit up another one as I rolled up all my windows as fast as the automatic button would allow. Then I made sure all my doors were locked. I drove somewhat slow at first because I was going to see if it was still somewhere near the side of the road but then thought; 'Fuck that, it looks like the Rake! And even if it's not, it could be rabid and aggressive!' So I went straight home to bed and made sure the doors and windows were locked. Yeah, I'm a chicken.

Another time I was taking my sister down there to look at Christmas lights because the people that live there like to decorate and go all out. We decided to go all the way down through the woods to get to the dead end to see if they had anything worth looking at. As we're about to exit the development I tell her to roll up her windows and make sure the doors are locked. She asks why and I told her I'd tell her about the 'dog' I saw on the way back home. As we're driving towards the wooded section she screams. I didn't see anything weird so of course I'm like 'What the hell is wrong with you?' She said she saw a little girl, she looked about ten years old, in a white nightgown by the side of the road and it freaked her out. I look in my rear view mirror and can't see anything. My sister is freaking out and wants to go back home but we're already halfway through the woods and I can't turn around on that road. We get to the dead end and I turn around, as we get to the place where she thinks she saw the girl we drive slowly looking for anyone. No one was there but a little tree. I teased her that the tree was probably her 'ghost'.

A couple of months later I'm hanging out with my friend and two of his friends and they tell me about Ghost Road. I ask where it is and they say it's on North point where the new developments are. I didn't want to try and give them anything to go on so I ask them to tell me the story behind it and why it's dubbed that.

They tell me that there have been sightings there of a little girl that was kidnapped and killed...I don't know how many years back. I ask them what she was wearing. They told me a white nightgown, and when I asked them how old she was supposed to be, they said around eight years old.

We tried to go there that night to take pictures after I fessed up about my sister's sighting, but found nothing. I've wanted to go back, but my car window doesn't shut (Again! Although this time it's a different one.), and I'll be damned if I'm going down there with a window that can't close.

*The Rake concept art

**The Rake creepy pasta

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Fantastic Cemetery Photos

I had a cemetery photo exchange swap due for the website Swap Bot and thought I'd share some of the pictures I took of one of my favorite graveyards to go to.

I love cemeteries; they're always so peaceful and quiet...for obvious reasons. The perfect place to get away and read a book or go art out...as long as you are respectful of the hallowed ground on which you step of course.



This is the inside of one of the mausoleums. I love the huge stained glass windows. It's also the perfect *sleeping place and the building that I accidentally set the alarms off in. A couple of years back I went to the graveyard for a picnic and it was kind of chilly outside. However I wasn't ready to go home, so I took my purse and book and went inside the mausoleum. I sat in the little circle area to the side, so I wouldn't bother anyone that happened to come in, and accidentally nodded off while reading (it was really warm!).

All of a sudden I hear this slow beeping sound and think, 'Oh crap! They're backing in the coffin! I'm going to interrupt a funeral, how do I get out of here?' Then I realized that trucks make that sound, not coffins. The staff didn't see me and were locking up for the night. Double crap! I race towards the entrance but by the time I reach it I hear the alarm set. I'm standing there watching the security guard walk away with my hand resting on the door. I tried knocking and calling for him but he didn't seem to hear me (or maybe he's used to unseen people calling and knocking?) so I had no choice but to open the door.

Did you know those alarms are really loud? He was very nice about it as I ran up to explain what happened and kind of showed me how to get in and out of the graveyard when no one was there "in case it ever happens again". I don't think he meant to show me how to break into the graveyard, but I use this knowledge for good and not evil, thus I am not traipsing around the cemetery at night. Although that does sound like fun!


I just had to take a picture of this tombstone, only because it's the only one I've seen that has a pentacle on it. Or what looks like a pentacle. Maybe they didn't mean for it to look like one and I am mistaken as to what it is. It makes me wonder who this woman was and what she was like. Was she pagan or some other religion? Was she nice? The marker next to her had an eagle type of design on it, it was somewhat hard to see because it was faded and worn away. I think she was married to a military man.

I once cast runes near here to see what I could find and came up with a lot of good things. I can't remember what they said, so I'd like to think she was a nice lady with a nice family. Also her site has a really calming type of presence.

But I could also be wrong.


Now this is just awesome. Once again, the more unique the tombstone is the more it makes me wonder just exactly who was this person I never knew. Was he just a big music or rock fanatic and couldn't play a note? Or was he the worlds greatest undiscovered talent? Or maybe he was discovered? Who knows.


I thought this was beautiful. The cemetery I was in didn't have much in way of statues or any really ornate markers. But the ones they do have I love.


You don't usually get to see color on tombstones. Such a pretty green.


I thought the simplicity in its statue and engraving was touching and beautiful. I always liked these kinds of tombstones.


As much as I like statues in graveyards the eyes of this one were kind of spooky. I like them better when they're closed. When they're not they have these weird little pits for pupils and it makes them look like they're watching your every move. This one's gaze made me slightly uneasy I must admit.

*I think it should be said I'm not advocating napping in mausoleums.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Basement Dweller

I hate basements. I think any sane person does. When my family and I moved to Harford County and I saw the layout of the house, I thought 'finally! I get to have an actual room!'. That thought was soon crushed however when my parents took the master bedroom and the kids took the other two bedrooms upstairs and I was once again delegated the basement. Looking back it was fair because my brothers and sister were very young but it annoyed me to no end then especially because the basement was hardly what you could call private.

Younger siblings being as they are will always find any way into an older sibling's room. My room connected to the laundry room by means of an unfinished wall where one could squeeze through. I would always turn around from writing or doing whatever I was doing in my room just in time to see a little head peeking from around the corner of the wall.

Then there was the storage room. My room had a huge walk in closet with slated doors that would fold open or closed. The only thing bad about this is that I couldn't lock them. There was a storage room across from my room and a little hall way that led from that room into my closet. Why anyone would want to construct a house like this is beyond me. I finally got smart and started to bind my door with a thick rubber band, but that was short lived. My younger siblings would try and come into my room via the storage room and find they couldn't open the doors of the now dark closet. They were young and would freak out so much it wouldn't occur to them to go back the way they came or they would get too scared to do so and would start to cry and yell for my mom. My mom would either take off the band and let them out through my room or call to them from the storage room and they would get the courage to go back. Then she would tell them I was being rude and ignorant and didn't like them.

I hated that room. I hated that closet. I would wake up and find the previously closed doors open. I would rush upstairs to my mom and ask her why she kept letting my siblings come into my room only for her to brush me off and cover up for them, claiming that they went right to school and didn't try to come into my precious room.

Waking up to that would always creep me out even though I knew that it was only my brothers and sister doing it. It even gave me nightmares and I would wake up and look through the dark to make sure that the door was indeed still closed.

One night however gave me reason to believe that it might not all be to blame on the kids. I went to sleep rather early because I had school the next day. I had a dream that I was laying down on my bed and my closet door began to open. Out of it came two monsters. They were cold and clammy and had green stringy matter that clung to them. They had no real features and where their eyes were was nothing but darkness. They picked me up screaming and fighting and lifted me high above their heads. They carried me out of my house and down my street towards the center of my neighborhood. Where there was usually a playground there was now a vast lake with a long pier leading off of it.

In all dreams there are certain truths. Certain rules. You don't know how you know them, you just do and it's usually a split second before the dream rule will be enacted. In this dream I knew I couldn't swim. I knew that if I were to be thrown off the pier and into the lake, I would drown and die. I fought harder and screamed louder but my cries were met by deep laughter. Then I got an idea and started to scream for myself to wake up.

When I woke up I felt myself fall onto the bed. And when I looked in the darkness towards my closet, the door was open.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Return To Jericho Bridge

I know I blogged a bit about what happened when me and my friends, TJ and Mr.C went to the Jericho Covered Bridge. I never blogged about the second time we went. Believing the story is up to you but it is really creepy so, here it goes, enjoy.

I'm working late one night and it's slow. I'm just waiting for the clock to hit midnight so I can get the fuck out of there when Mr.C calls on TJ's phone. It's them and two of their friends and they want to know if I want to go ghost hunting with them. At first I told them no. It's late and I'm tired. Mr.C tells me they're going to *Jericho Covered Bridge again to see if they can get any of the spirits to come out and see if anything more happened. They're especially excited because we'll be going after 'The Lady' crosses the bridge, which according to them and people I've heard this story from, is when stuff really starts happening at the bridge.

I oblige but tell them I'm bringing my car this time since my car is the one with all of the protections on it. My shift ends and I go to my car and they're already waiting for me in the parking lot sans one friend who had to go home. I follow them to the their house and we park TJ's car and everyone piles into mine. I'm kind of tired and for once TJ is awake so I let him drive.

Automatically I know that this night might not go as well as planned. For starters, Mr.C has taken to adopting one of his roommates nieces as his drag daughter, which isn't part of the problem. She is, however, interested in learning about Paganism/Wicca and a couple of times I had to stop and correct him on some things he was teaching her. Then he tells me that he brought incense to light on the bridge. One incense is for protection and another one is for calling spirits. Right off the bat he gets them mixed up...twice. He is the world's blondest black boy I swear.

We arrive at the bridge and drive right through and park a ways up. Everyone piles out of the car. Mr.C and his drag daughter go over to the bridge with me and TJ in tow. Mr.C wants to try and contact whatever is there before we drive through with the car. No problem. The thing with this bridge, besides it being a crybaby bridge of legend, and the rumors that if you drive through it at night you can see people hanging from its rafters; there is a rumor that there is also an evil presence. Some people have called it a demon, some just say it's some sort of bad spirit that lives under the bridge and won't let the other good spirits leave. Mr.C gets it in his head that he's going to, for whatever reason, try and exorcise this presence or contact it in some way with intent for it to leave. Me and TJ just exchange 'Oh great' glances.

He lights the incense for calling spirits and starts talking to it. I forget at this point what exactly was said, but it was your usual fair of 'Is anyone there.', 'Don't be afraid to make contact.' sort of stuff. I start to feel uneasy, so does he. TJ starts having a sort of weird asthma attack and can't breathe well and we all start hearing splashing sounds coming from under the previously quiet bridge. They sound like someone is either walking through the water towards the embankment, or like someone is throwing stones into the water. We book ass for the car.

Once in the car TJ is breathing a bit better and we're all watching the bridge to see if anything or one is out there while TJ turns the car around. We all decide to go through the bridge and stop in the center one last time before we leave to try and contact anything again from the safety of the car. We roll down the windows and try again to make contact but no thing's happening. It is around this time that Mr.C starts to get impatient, he lights his last incense stick and starts to taunt the spirits, especially the bad one we were warned about in particular. Then he gets kind of quiet and smells the incense that's burning a bit.

If you guessed that his next comment was to tell me that he's mixed up his incense again and is burning the one to call spirits and welcome them in the car that used to have protections on it, then congrats...you win ten free internets. I start freaking out a bit and he tells me to calm down and whatever is on my car should be enough to keep anything out.

I not so politely remind him that what is on my car is a simple protection spell, aimed more for psychic protection yes, but nothing more. Also that he is burning something that invites the things we're protected against inside. Ignoring my comment he continues to taunt the spirits telling them they're just to chicken to show themselves because they'd 'get their ass kicked by a Pagan'. TJ is laughing and eager to get in on this. He tells them if they're even there to give him a sign. Then he shouts he'll make it easy for them and puts the car into neutral and says, 'Push the car'.

We all sit silently for a bit and finally Mr.C gives up and tells TJ we should go home. Before TJ can put the car into drive, Mr.C and his drag daughter start to freak out a bit and are telling us to look in the rear view mirror. We look in it and there is this hulking dark shape at the end of the bridge. We all look out the back window and nothing is there, back to the mirror and it's there. Then it disappears and the car lurches forward. I look down at TJ's feet and they are on the floor of the car...and the bridge is level ground. I start yelling for TJ to go as fast as he can and tell everyone to imagine the car surrounded by white light, all negative energy being thrown off as we drive away.

We get to their house and they talk me into staying the night as it's really late and we all want to talk about what happened. Mr.C's drag daughter goes up to bed after a couple of card games and us three go downstairs into the basement where their room is. We joke around for a bit and I make fun of Mr.C and call him 'My little ward breaker', then we decide it's time to go to bed. Mr.C doesn't really feel good and we're all dead ass tired.

I'm sleeping on the outer edge of the bed, Mr.C is by the wall and TJ is in the middle. I can't get to sleep at all. It feels like I have come down with a sudden head cold and I can't breathe. Also I feel like there is something pacing behind me, back and forth. I'm too afraid to look behind me. Then I feel whatever presence is behind me stop and it feels like something is reaching over me towards TJ and Mr.C. It only gets halfway before it pulls back. I lay there in bed simultaneously trying not to make a sound and lay as still as possible. Then I feel as if someone has taken their finger and run it down my back. The only way I can describe the feeling is as disgusting. Like something bad was trying to touch your very essence.

I need very badly to get up to blow my nose so I can actually breathe but I'm too scared to. I lay there for another minute or two until their dog decides to jump on me on the bed, trying to get me to play in the middle of the night. With the dog there I get the courage to turn around and nothing is there. I quickly get up and go to the bathroom to blow my nose. Despite a lingering bad feeling nothing else happens and I take turns laying down for about a couple of minutes at a time and getting up to blow my nose again and again. I think I actually got about three hours of sleep.

When they get up I tell them what happened and they all agree it was very weird that it tried to reach across me but stopped. Then it hit me. I'm the only one with a pentacle tattoo on, which happened to be near where it was reaching at. I even did some of the tattoo myself and when I was getting it meditated a bit on it being a permanent protection symbol, as well as a symbol of faith. I also was wearing an amulet that I had blessed for protection previously. None of them were.

Later on for about a month they had all sorts of bad luck until they were able to rid themselves of whatever had attached itself to them.

I haven't been to the bridge since. I also haven't done any sort of protective spells on my car either so we haven't been ghost hunting for a while. I still refer to Mr.C as the 'ward breaker'.

*The link for the bridge on the first post is bad for some reason, so here's a new one. Besides being a 'haunted' bridge it's also rife with history. Jerusalem Mill.

** 'The Lady' is a female ghost that supposedly walks across the bridge at midnight. She carries a basket and people say she looks like she's dropping something on the ground as she walks. Apparently nothing ever happens from the time that she appears until fifteen minutes after. I asked one of my friends about it and he thinks she's some sort of dead witch and is dropping protective herbs on the ground. We all thought the fifteen minute time frame was a little weird until and then we realized that that's more then enough time for a couple of travelers to ride or walk over the bridge. Also from what I hear a lot of the stuff happens after midnight, so she might be some sort of warning that crazy shit is about to happen and you need to get your ass over that bridge and go home.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Short Story: It Passed Us

I have decided that all of October posts will be dedicated to all things spooky. Short stories, personal accounts, yadda, yadda, yadda.

So without further ado, here is a short story I've been working on, I hope you like it. As always, constructive criticism is always welcome. I edited it as much as I could, so if I made any mistakes I'm sorry, I'm still rusty at writing.







It Passed Us



Rebecca and Claire huddled outside of the old house. The chilly November air cut through their light hoodies as they waited for Anna. As they stood in front of the boarded up house, both had the distinct feeling they were being watched.


"Where the hell is she?" muttered Rebecca, "It's fucking freezing out here and it's creepy to boot."
Claire looked around nervously, "Maybe she's left us out here on purpose to play a trick on us. You are pretty mean to her in school."
Rebecca pulled a face and rolled her eyes, "Well if the wannabe witch wasn't so weird! She thinks she's so spooky and can talk to spirits, I bet you this house isn't even haunted."


"Oh the house is definitely haunted alright. But if you're so sure it's not, perhaps we should just part ways and go home then, huh?" Anna said as she silently walked up to them. Her black hair was wet and plaited and she smelled like rosemary. She carried a bulky, black messenger bag. Her eyes roamed over the two standing on the porch of the boarded up house. "I see neither of you thought to bring the things I told you to bring." She stepped closer to them and sniffed the air around them. "And you didn't take your cleansing baths either."


"Josanna it's cold out, I'm not gong to come out here with wet hair and get sick!" Rebecca exclaimed.


"My name is Anna! And there are worst things that could happen tonight, than 'getting sick'." She frowned at them and set her bag down on the dusty porch swing. "Lucky for you I brought what you didn't. I knew you wouldn't hold up your end even if it's for your own safety." She dug out two white satchels that smelled like garlic and something that smelled similar to mint. She handed them over to each of the girls and took out a third and tied it to one of her pants' belt loops. "Whatever you do, when we get in this house, do not lose or let those things leave your possession. They will protect you from what is in the house."


"And what exactly is in the house? And why couldn't we do this in the daytime?" Claire shivered, clutching her satchel to her chest.


"Because despite what Paranormal Activity and certain recent ghost hunters on TV will try and tell you, three am is not the 'witching hour'. The real witching hour is midnight when you straddle the time between morning and night. It is when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest and it is the time when it's easiest to contact the things from beyond. Besides, I've never felt anything around here in the day, only at night. It's like the daylight drives it away." Anna replied lamely as she dug out two flashlights. Rebecca just rolled her eyes again.
"Can we get this thing moving?" She asked.
Anna checked her watch. "We have twenty minutes. Let me lead you to the entrance and give you some back story...and some ground rules. Here, you two have to share a flashlight. I only had two at the house."


The trio crept to the backyard and down the steps that led to the basement door. There were boards laying on the ground. "My brother and I were here previously. There's no other way to get in through the house."
Claire's mouth fell open. "We have to go in through the basement!" She squealed.
Anna looked at her and pointed her flashlight up under her chin. "There's no other way to get in through the house." she repeated emphasising each word.
Claire blushed and rubbed the back of her neck.

"I know everyone knows that a family was murdered here. But what they don't know was how it happened." Anna began.
"Actually we do." Rebecca interrupted. "Some dude went nutso and killed his family in cold blood with a kitchen knife. Cops show up and shoot him. Case closed."
Anna tilted her head and held up her hand waving it from side to side. "Sort of. You got the major parts correct, but what you don't know is that the husband was very into demonology. He thought he could conjure up a demon to do his bidding. Sicko used his family as the sacrifice, neighbors heard the screams and then that's when the cops came into the story.
Tonight we will conjure up the ghosts of the past to see what we can see, but we need to be careful. So here it goes. Don't lose the satchels, stay with me, do as I say when I say it and we'll be safe."


She opened the door and look back at them. "Alright kiddies, keep your legs and arms inside the ride at all times and let's go."


They filed in and Anna gave Claire her flashlight to hold as she set to work rolling up the area rug on the basement floor. Claire looked around and her lower lip quivered a bit. Without looking back Anna sighed and said, "Don't worry we won't stay in the basement for long, now hand me my bag." Anna took out a piece of sidewalk chalk and drew a giant pentagram on the basement tile. She dug through the bag again and took out five candles and laid and lit them at each point. She turned to look at the girls. Claire looked like she was about to cry and even Rebecca looked nervous. She stood still, taking glances around her to make sure they were alone.


Anna stood and brushed the chalk off her hands. She took out a small vial and anointed her head with it while murmuring then went over to the other girls and did the same to them.
"What are you doing?" Claire whispered as Rebecca raised an eye.
"Shhh." Anna murmured. She put the vial in her pocket and motioned for them to follow her into the circle. "Don't leave and don't break hands no matter what happens."


The girls all held hands, Anna cleared her throat and said in a loud, clear voice, "In the name of earth, fire, wind and water and The All; bless and consecrate this circle and the ground we stand on. May no evil be able to traverse this circle, may nothing harm or touch us. So mote it be."
As she began the second part they all gasped and looked back as the basement door slammed open and slammed shut. Claire began to whimper and cry quietly while Rebecca tried to loosen her grip.
"M-maybe we shouldn't be here, I think we should go home." Rebecca muttered.
"No!" Anna said firmly, tightening her grip. "The ritual is already begun and the spirits know we're here. We need to go on. Besides I have everything under control, and may I remind you it was you who wanted to do this in the first place."


She straightened her back and looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes. Rebecca and Claire shared nervous glances. Anna began again, "Mother Hecate. Queen of magic and the dead, raise the spirits murdered here. Give us a glimpse into what happened that fateful night. Open the eyes of the dead and give them their voice. Show us your power!"
They stood in silence listening to the howling of the neighborhood dogs outside. Claire looked like she was about to run. Both girls stood in a slightly stooped position. Their eyes and mouths wide open, looking around wildly.
"What do we do now?" Rebecca whispered.
"Now we walk, try to talk to spirits. Take pictures with our camera phones, that sort of thing." Anna said smiling. She picked up her flashlight and held onto Rebecca's hand leading them to the edge of the circle. "The circle is open but always unbroken."


The group sneaked through the basement and up the stairs and found themselves in the living room's stairwell facing the upstairs. Claire broke loose from Rebecca's hold and wiped her sweaty hand on her jeans.
Anna looked around for a bit, "Let's start on the first floor."

Claire clutched her abdomen with both hands. "Guys, I'm going to go upstairs real quick, I need to see if there's a bathroom in this place." Rebecca and Anna didn't seem to hear her as they giggled and took pictures of the room. She slowly and carefully walked up the stairs using her cellphone for light. She opened both of the doors she found to be greeted with bedrooms on either side of the hallway. As she shined her light downwards the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She saw scratches in the wooden floor along with what looked like a woman's nail, panted a sparkly green, deeply embedded in the floor. They traveled from the right bedroom to the stairs she had just come up. She looked up and saw a door at the end of the hallway and quickly walked to it and opened it to find a bathroom. Claire stepped inside and breathed an uneasy sigh. She immediately pulled down her pants and set her things on the ledge of the bathtub.


Back downstairs Anna had been trying to contact the spirits of the house. She turned her voice recorder on her phone on, calling hello and asking for names and if anyone was in the room with her. Rebecca stood next to Anna, bored and with her arms crossed. Nothing had happened after the door had slammed in the basement and she was beginning to wonder if Anna had staged that. She checked the time; her clock said half past one. She rolled her eyes and turned to talk to Claire and stopped when she noticed she wasn't there.


"Anna! Claire's not with us!" She exclaimed shrilly. Almost as if on cue Claire's high pitched scream pierced the air. They heard more shouts and deep sobs and hugged each other as they stared at the stairs wide eyed, backing up slowly, further into the living room. Rebecca covered her mouth with her hand, almost suffocated on the garlic-mint smell coming from the bag she held as she tried not to make a sound. There was another high pitched scream and then a gurgling sound followed by what sounded like a door falling to the floor. The girls retreated further back, entering the dining area. As the sound of a body being dragged along the floor towards the steps began, Anna spied a pantry closet. She tried to usher Rebecca in.
"We need to get out of here." She whimpered looking toward the basement door.
"There's no time, now get in!" Anna whispered and shoved her inside.


The door was made up of slots of wood. Anna tried to close them but couldn't. A loud whining gasp left Rebecca as they heard footsteps followed by dull thumps coming slowly down the step.
"Give me your bag!" Anna whispered. Rebecca handed it over to her and she opened both of their bags and emptied the contents in a line along the bottom of the pantry door. She saved a bit of the contents of her own bag and emptied her vial of oil she had brought into it and rubbed the now soaking bag along the door frame.


The dragging sounds got closer and the smell of something long dead and rotten hit their noses. Anna's heart felt like it was about to escape her chest as she hugged Rebecca close to her and clamped a free hand over her mouth. She closed her eyes and bent her head out of fear, biting Rebecca's shoulder to keep herself from screaming out loud.


Rebecca however could not close her eyes and stood there paralyzed in fear. Eyes wide open, the footsteps stopped in front of the pantry and she saw what had been walking about. If she had to guess a sex she would have guessed male. Its body was dark, a slimy black and was lean and muscular. It looked like it had tumors all over its body. Its hands were twitching in an unnatural way as it looked up at the ceiling and smiled a large, gaping smile. She looked down and confirmed what it had been dragging. Held in its right hand was Claire's foot. Her eyes traveled along the obviously broken leg to the limp body attached to it. Claire was covered in blood.


Rebecca tried to stifle a sob and Anna clutched her hand over her mouth tighter. Rebecca trembled in the darkness and felt herself piss her pants as the creature turned its head towards them. It had no teeth save for three very long fangs. A sight like that would have normally made her laugh if it wasn't so terrifying. It ran its bloodied tongue over them, staining them red and slowly brought its finger up to its lips to motion her to be quiet. It slowly set down Claire's leg and quietly walked away into the direction of the kitchen.


Eyes still closed Anna leaned into her ear and whispered, "It just passed us."
Rebecca closed her eyes, sending a cascade of tears down Anna's hand as she mumbled in it, "I know."
With trembling fingers she checked the time and thought, four more hours until sunrise.


As the soft sounds of footsteps came closer and the smell of rot became stronger, both girls hugged each other and sank to the back of the pantry. Trying hard not to open their eyes and stay quiet, each prayed that what Anna had done to the door with the bags would hold. Each held the other's hand, the last bag, dripping with oil, nestled between their palms as they waited for the sun to rise.