Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I again Apologize.
Again I say sorry guys! I've been neglecting the blog, but I met a girl and so I've been a little busy. She did draw me a really nice picture though. Anyways I will have the story up by Friday and if I don't you can come and kill me then never read my blog ever again even though no one does anyways xD
Monday, March 11, 2013
Sorry Guys!
FUCK! Sorry for not posting anything in the last week or so. I've been really busy with school and such. I also want this story to be a good one. The second story in Journey To Insanity series wasn't really thought out or anything. I just went with it and I wasn't at all pleased with it just like I'm sure you weren't. So I'm taking my time with this one and trying to get it all dark and creepy like the first one. I will give you a hint though, this story features John's mother and possibly some deep dark secret from his past. I should have the story up on Wednesday night and if I don't it'll be posted on Friday for sure. Hopefully Wednesday though. I'll see you all then......and so will John.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Oh sweet Wife of Mine
I suddenly jolt awake in the darkness of the night. My body drenched in the sweat, and the smell of urine in my bed. I am still jumpy about the events after I left the pub last week. Haunted not by the Dead Man, but I am haunted by the unmistakable cry of my wife that I heard while laying down. I decide to get up and I judge the time to be in the early hours of the morning...exactly 7 days after the events after I left the pub last week. I decide I must venture out into the night and find my wife, her body may be rotted but I must know that she is still deceased and her in coffin. I decide to take off my night shirt, light a candle, and head downstairs to wait for the daylight to come. As I sit in my chair I began to drift off then I fully fall into the nightmare of sleep. I awake quite peacefully and I check my pocketwatch that sits on the table and the time is 5:50.
I silently curse under my breath and put on my clothes and overcoat, then I walk out to the shed to gather the tools I shall need. On my way to the graveyard I decide I shall stop at the pub and see if I can gather my oldest friend Michael to come with me when I go to the graveyard. I finally enter the pub and as soon as I do I hear a familiar voice call me "Hello John, here for a drink?" I respond with "That I am Michael, but I'll need your help with something after we're done." A smile spreads across his face as I walk over to him. I reach out and he grabs my hand. The warmth of a friends hand is what I need right now. I order the same drink as always, a glass of scotch and Michael gets his traditional whiskey.
"What do you need help with John?" Michael asks I reply "It's a long story but I suppose we should take a seat first." So we sit down and I explain to Michael the story of what happened last Saturday and once I finish he calmly looks at me and says "Well, John it's time we head to the graveyard." I nod, then we exit the pub and began the walk to the graveyard. It was 9 o'clock when we left the pub and took the twenty minute walk to the pub.
We finally reach the grave and I take the shovel and began to dig while Michael idly watches me. I quickly run out of energy because of the lack of sleep I've recieved this week, so Michael quietly takes over. When he strikes the coffin I jump into the hole with him, he pats me on the shoulder and says "Are you sure you want to do this, John?" I solemly nod and open the coffin.
My cries of rage, fear, and sadness fill the air as the coffin sits empty. I climb out of the hole and sit down and bawl. I bawl for hours on end while Michael comforts me. I wonder to myself what I am going to do with all my plans gone awry. Finally, I stand up and start the short walk back to my house. Michael gets up and follows me, once I burst through the door I grab my musket. Michael tries to stop me, but I shrug him away "You can not do this John! It's not right. Your wife isn't alive, John. Graverobbers maybe, but she can't be walking around." I simply turn to Michael and look him in the eyes "I saw what I saw and I heard what I heard. This needs to be done, just wait here or go home Michael I shall end this."
I venture out into the night with musket in hand. I walk back through the woods to the spot I judge to be where I saw the dead man. I find the stump he sat on and I wait. The fog rolls in and the moon is somehow full when it should be gone. I hear footsteps and my muscles tense. I cock back the hammer on my musket and place my finger on the trigger. The noise is slightly behind me and to my right, I slowly turn my head and see a shadow approaching. THUD! I fling the butt of my musket around and knock the creature to the ground, I place my foot on it's chest and the barrel of my musket to it's head. I began to scream furiously at this dead thing with it's black eyes and decaying skin. The maggots began to move much faster, almost as if they are one with it. "What are you? Where is my wife? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER YOU DEAD BASTARD?!" The creature obviously stunned looks up at me and much to my suprise speaks " I know not where you wife is, but I am a damned soul scorned and cursed to walk upon this forsaken land forever." For some reason I lean my musket against the stump, remove my foot from his chest, and then offer him my hand up. His flesh is warm and very much alive which contradicts his outward appearance.
"I have not had the pleasure to talk to a human in the longest of times" he says. I nod to him and then ask "How were you put into this state?" He gestures for me to sit on the stump and tells me his story. When he is finished I simply nod and agree to meet him next saturday to further discuss this issue. He told me his name was Daniel and that I might be able to help him, so I agreed to meet him next Saturday to see if I could. I walk out to the road and start walking down it. As I walk a glimpse of what looks to be a white shirt disappearing from the road. I run after it shouting for it to come back to me. I finally catch up with the figure and turns what I realise is now a woman around. Stunned, I fall backwards and look up at the rotting figure of my wife. Her skin falling off in pieces, a roach eating her tongue, and a maggot bursts through her and and crawls into one nostril. I stand up and lean into hold my dear beloved, and deceased wife. She leans into kiss me and then it all goes black. I awake in the daylight and look around. The only footprints are my own, the flesh that had fallen off her face is gone. I wander back to my house. I try my hardest to pay no mind to the images flashing through my head and the things flying across my vision. I tell myself they aren't real but I can not let them go unnoticed. After what feels like eternity I reach my house. Michael is asleep in a chair so I venture upstairs and lay down in my bed. Then I fall deep into the torment of sleep and wait for another hellish week to begin.
I silently curse under my breath and put on my clothes and overcoat, then I walk out to the shed to gather the tools I shall need. On my way to the graveyard I decide I shall stop at the pub and see if I can gather my oldest friend Michael to come with me when I go to the graveyard. I finally enter the pub and as soon as I do I hear a familiar voice call me "Hello John, here for a drink?" I respond with "That I am Michael, but I'll need your help with something after we're done." A smile spreads across his face as I walk over to him. I reach out and he grabs my hand. The warmth of a friends hand is what I need right now. I order the same drink as always, a glass of scotch and Michael gets his traditional whiskey.
"What do you need help with John?" Michael asks I reply "It's a long story but I suppose we should take a seat first." So we sit down and I explain to Michael the story of what happened last Saturday and once I finish he calmly looks at me and says "Well, John it's time we head to the graveyard." I nod, then we exit the pub and began the walk to the graveyard. It was 9 o'clock when we left the pub and took the twenty minute walk to the pub.
We finally reach the grave and I take the shovel and began to dig while Michael idly watches me. I quickly run out of energy because of the lack of sleep I've recieved this week, so Michael quietly takes over. When he strikes the coffin I jump into the hole with him, he pats me on the shoulder and says "Are you sure you want to do this, John?" I solemly nod and open the coffin.
My cries of rage, fear, and sadness fill the air as the coffin sits empty. I climb out of the hole and sit down and bawl. I bawl for hours on end while Michael comforts me. I wonder to myself what I am going to do with all my plans gone awry. Finally, I stand up and start the short walk back to my house. Michael gets up and follows me, once I burst through the door I grab my musket. Michael tries to stop me, but I shrug him away "You can not do this John! It's not right. Your wife isn't alive, John. Graverobbers maybe, but she can't be walking around." I simply turn to Michael and look him in the eyes "I saw what I saw and I heard what I heard. This needs to be done, just wait here or go home Michael I shall end this."
I venture out into the night with musket in hand. I walk back through the woods to the spot I judge to be where I saw the dead man. I find the stump he sat on and I wait. The fog rolls in and the moon is somehow full when it should be gone. I hear footsteps and my muscles tense. I cock back the hammer on my musket and place my finger on the trigger. The noise is slightly behind me and to my right, I slowly turn my head and see a shadow approaching. THUD! I fling the butt of my musket around and knock the creature to the ground, I place my foot on it's chest and the barrel of my musket to it's head. I began to scream furiously at this dead thing with it's black eyes and decaying skin. The maggots began to move much faster, almost as if they are one with it. "What are you? Where is my wife? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER YOU DEAD BASTARD?!" The creature obviously stunned looks up at me and much to my suprise speaks " I know not where you wife is, but I am a damned soul scorned and cursed to walk upon this forsaken land forever." For some reason I lean my musket against the stump, remove my foot from his chest, and then offer him my hand up. His flesh is warm and very much alive which contradicts his outward appearance.
"I have not had the pleasure to talk to a human in the longest of times" he says. I nod to him and then ask "How were you put into this state?" He gestures for me to sit on the stump and tells me his story. When he is finished I simply nod and agree to meet him next saturday to further discuss this issue. He told me his name was Daniel and that I might be able to help him, so I agreed to meet him next Saturday to see if I could. I walk out to the road and start walking down it. As I walk a glimpse of what looks to be a white shirt disappearing from the road. I run after it shouting for it to come back to me. I finally catch up with the figure and turns what I realise is now a woman around. Stunned, I fall backwards and look up at the rotting figure of my wife. Her skin falling off in pieces, a roach eating her tongue, and a maggot bursts through her and and crawls into one nostril. I stand up and lean into hold my dear beloved, and deceased wife. She leans into kiss me and then it all goes black. I awake in the daylight and look around. The only footprints are my own, the flesh that had fallen off her face is gone. I wander back to my house. I try my hardest to pay no mind to the images flashing through my head and the things flying across my vision. I tell myself they aren't real but I can not let them go unnoticed. After what feels like eternity I reach my house. Michael is asleep in a chair so I venture upstairs and lay down in my bed. Then I fall deep into the torment of sleep and wait for another hellish week to begin.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
The Story behind the crying Dead Man
The Dead Man as you've read about previously started out as a simple man. His name was Daniel and he was a simple man living a happy married life. One day it all changed though Daniel's wife Miriam become terminally ill. He did all he could to save her and make her happy while she was still here so she'd stay, but it wasn't enough and Daniel knew this as well as Miriam. Once Miriam passed life was hard on him and he could not bear the sorrow any longer.
Daniel had heard legend at the local pubs of an old witch that could bring back the dead through dark magic. He had never believed any sort of thing but he had never been a desperate man before. He traveled through the pubs drinking, mourning, and learning legends about the old witch. On a full moon with heavy fog he needed to see the witch and strike a bargain for his deceased wife.
The night had finally come, fog as thick as wool with the moon shining brightly so he had to venture into the woods and find this witch.After an hour or so of wandering through the woods he was tired and weary. Depression and liqour had made him a weak man and he stumbled down a hill ripping open his knee on the fall. He thought all hope was lost and he would freeze to death out here for the night had be come chilly. As he turned his head to the side to catch the glimpse of what he thought would be his last memory he saw an old run down cottage. He quickly rose up and started absent mindedly stumbling towards his last hope. He burst through the cottage door and in it he saw the witch. "I want my wife back" he said. "Oh I know what you seek, but what can you offer me?" replied the witch. "I can offer you nothing..nothing but my soul." A wicked toothless smile crept across her face "A soul for a soul, eh? This is something I can make do with. Now go to your wife on the next full moon and tell her to rise up from the grave and return to you." Daniel smiled and turned to leave the cottage but stopped as the witch spoke "Halt, did you think I would let you leave without me stating my side of the bargain? You shall come here every full moon, you shall abandon God, and you shall come and take care of me in my old age, because I am the last of the Wicken here." Daniel asked "How will I know when to come?" The old witch cackled and says "I'll summon you, now leave boy." Daniel left the cabin and stumbled around until he made it to his house. He fell into bed and awoke next morning with a terrible headache and the memory of the events the previous night.
He got up and went to work. When he came home and opened his door and entered the kitchen he saw a small message written in some red ink that could possibly be blood. It read "Daniel come to my cottage now." Daniel blew it off and went to bed. As he awoke the next morning and went down stairs the message had become bigger and it was obviously written in blood. He left the message alone. He never went into that kitchen again. Daniel came home and went to bed never entering the kitchen, until one night while laying in bed he heard a cry....the cry of his wife. Daniel rushed out of bed not and down to the kitchen not even bothering to light a candle.
He could not believe his eyes when he saw the witch in his kitchen and his wife along with her. The witch had his wife suspened writing the message in blood. Daniel suddenly went mad, the walls started to bleed and all her could hear was his wife crying and calling out to him in pain. The witch turned to him and said "You shall now be damned to walk this earth for eternity in endless pain. You did not heed my call or follow my instructions so you will be punished!" Then it all went black, and thats how the Dead Man came to be.
Daniel had heard legend at the local pubs of an old witch that could bring back the dead through dark magic. He had never believed any sort of thing but he had never been a desperate man before. He traveled through the pubs drinking, mourning, and learning legends about the old witch. On a full moon with heavy fog he needed to see the witch and strike a bargain for his deceased wife.
The night had finally come, fog as thick as wool with the moon shining brightly so he had to venture into the woods and find this witch.After an hour or so of wandering through the woods he was tired and weary. Depression and liqour had made him a weak man and he stumbled down a hill ripping open his knee on the fall. He thought all hope was lost and he would freeze to death out here for the night had be come chilly. As he turned his head to the side to catch the glimpse of what he thought would be his last memory he saw an old run down cottage. He quickly rose up and started absent mindedly stumbling towards his last hope. He burst through the cottage door and in it he saw the witch. "I want my wife back" he said. "Oh I know what you seek, but what can you offer me?" replied the witch. "I can offer you nothing..nothing but my soul." A wicked toothless smile crept across her face "A soul for a soul, eh? This is something I can make do with. Now go to your wife on the next full moon and tell her to rise up from the grave and return to you." Daniel smiled and turned to leave the cottage but stopped as the witch spoke "Halt, did you think I would let you leave without me stating my side of the bargain? You shall come here every full moon, you shall abandon God, and you shall come and take care of me in my old age, because I am the last of the Wicken here." Daniel asked "How will I know when to come?" The old witch cackled and says "I'll summon you, now leave boy." Daniel left the cabin and stumbled around until he made it to his house. He fell into bed and awoke next morning with a terrible headache and the memory of the events the previous night.
He got up and went to work. When he came home and opened his door and entered the kitchen he saw a small message written in some red ink that could possibly be blood. It read "Daniel come to my cottage now." Daniel blew it off and went to bed. As he awoke the next morning and went down stairs the message had become bigger and it was obviously written in blood. He left the message alone. He never went into that kitchen again. Daniel came home and went to bed never entering the kitchen, until one night while laying in bed he heard a cry....the cry of his wife. Daniel rushed out of bed not and down to the kitchen not even bothering to light a candle.
He could not believe his eyes when he saw the witch in his kitchen and his wife along with her. The witch had his wife suspened writing the message in blood. Daniel suddenly went mad, the walls started to bleed and all her could hear was his wife crying and calling out to him in pain. The witch turned to him and said "You shall now be damned to walk this earth for eternity in endless pain. You did not heed my call or follow my instructions so you will be punished!" Then it all went black, and thats how the Dead Man came to be.
The Journey To Insanity Series
Hi, now I've hope you read my story Legend Of The Dead Man's Cry. If you haven't this post won't make any sense at all, but I've decided to write a series of short stories called The Journey To Insanity these stories will focus on our character who I've decided to call John. Now here's for some background on John. He's a man in his early 20s so we'll say 23. Now John has just lost his one and only Mary who was his wife. This series will be all about John and the lost he has suffered and his journey to insanity. See this is series is set in early America lets say 1827 and John is becoming vaguely aware of the strange and supernatural. So John will become aware of this new world and slowly very slowly become a complete raging mad man.
An Introduction To My Family.
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| This my blushing Bride. |
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| This here is my butler. We call him Skull |
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| My one and only pet. I call Screech |
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| My trustworthy doorman and watchman. He may be a gargoyle but he's still cool. |
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| My House right here. |
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