Back in the 1800's, there was this girl named Jose. She lived in a
nice and quite place quite far from town. She had a nice perfect little
family until her mom passed and married a sly and mean woman, Amy. When
her dad, Scott was not around. She would just slap her or hit her head
against the wall. When her father notices it, Amy says she under
depression because of her mom, her real mom.
One day, her
father needed to leave the country for a week for work. Jose however,
refused desperately. Scott then gave her the diamond ring of her real mom. She was calmed down. But Amy was jealous since she just got a gold ring for the marriage.
Later
that night when her father had already left for work. Jose was in her
bedroom looking at her diamond ring. All of a sudden, Amy rushed in her
bedroom and stabbed Jose in the stomach with a kitchen knife. Amy pulled
her up-close, she then used her long nails and clawed out Jose eyes.
She bled to death. There was a sudden gust of cold wind blew against
Amy. But all the windows were locked.
Amy then tries take her
ring, but for some reason it wouldn't come off. She then cuts off her
index finger to get the ring. But the ring still won't come off her
finger. She got so frustrated with the ring and decided the bury Jose,
with her finger and the ring. She burried her out at the back of the
garden.
She stayed up all night long cleaning up the mess and
getting rid of the evidence. She then decided to take a shower. She then
hears "1... 2... I'm at the door" in the voice of Jose. She brushed it
off easily. "3... 4... I'm at the kitchen floor". She got out of shower
and changed to her PJ's.
"5... 6... Coming up the stairs"
Amy is now getting scared and is trying to calm herself down.
"7... 8... I've got my eyes on you"
"9... 10... I'm right behind you!"
The
week has passed. Scott has returned back from home and doesn't find
either Amy or Jose in the house. All of their belongings are still in
the house. He worries and calls the police. The police notices different
colored dirt at the back of the garden, they know it has been dug up
recently. The dug up that spot and find Amy's dead body. Her eyes were
missing, there was 10 stabs in her chest and all her fingers has been
cut off. But there was 11 fingers. One of them has a diamond ring on it.
Some of the stories are inspired and are written in a different way... Some stories are originals. If they are stories that are similiar to ones you heard online... they should be coincidences or my altered stories.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Sunday, 2 February 2014
Omnious voice
I'm just walking. I see a red door, I just went through it. I felt the hot sun on my skin and the wind in the air. I relized that I'm in a alley, I saw a woman walking pass talking on the phone. I asked " May I use your phone? I need to call my wife". She just stared at me, with a terrified look. She screamed at the top of her lungs and droped her phone, she ran.
I was shocked by her reaction. I picked up her phone and dialled our house number. Nobody picked up. I called my wife's office, the secretary picked up. " May I speak to Mrs. Smith?". The secretary replied " Sorry, but Mrs. Smith is at the hospital, her husband got into a horrible car crash.".
I was shocked, dropping the phone. I picked it up and quickly turned on the phone and switched to camera, self potrait. I see myself, but I was different. There was blood all over my head and face. Several deep scars and burned marks. " You're dead" a omnious voice is heard. I spun around and see a guy dressed like the Grim Reaper. He pointed at my feet, I looked down and saw a red trapdoor.
It opened, resulting me falling into it. I feel into a pool of water. The water on waist-level. The water was thick and I soon realized it's actually blood. Fire ignited around me. I can see the pool of blood around and the Grim Reaper in the pool of blood with me. " I can bring you back but it'll cost you". The blood caught on fire and started burning. I felt pain, but it wasn't the fire burning. It was electric jolting my chest. I then passed out.
I woke up in a hospital bed. There was a mirror beside, I looked into it and I'm covered in bandages. I was relieved it was all a dream. " 1517 lives will be taken" said in the same omnious voice. I scanned around the room and don't see the Grim Reaper or any sort. My wife came in and said " The doctor said you almost died, I knew you wouldn't give up". as she hugged me. It was relieving to know that it was a dream. I still remembered what was said. 1517 lives will be taken.
The next few days on the news it is said that the R.M.S Titanic sunk with 2223 passengers, 1517 died. I was shocked, knowing it wasn't a dream. I never told anyone about it and lived like I don't know about it.
I was shocked by her reaction. I picked up her phone and dialled our house number. Nobody picked up. I called my wife's office, the secretary picked up. " May I speak to Mrs. Smith?". The secretary replied " Sorry, but Mrs. Smith is at the hospital, her husband got into a horrible car crash.".
I was shocked, dropping the phone. I picked it up and quickly turned on the phone and switched to camera, self potrait. I see myself, but I was different. There was blood all over my head and face. Several deep scars and burned marks. " You're dead" a omnious voice is heard. I spun around and see a guy dressed like the Grim Reaper. He pointed at my feet, I looked down and saw a red trapdoor.
It opened, resulting me falling into it. I feel into a pool of water. The water on waist-level. The water was thick and I soon realized it's actually blood. Fire ignited around me. I can see the pool of blood around and the Grim Reaper in the pool of blood with me. " I can bring you back but it'll cost you". The blood caught on fire and started burning. I felt pain, but it wasn't the fire burning. It was electric jolting my chest. I then passed out.
I woke up in a hospital bed. There was a mirror beside, I looked into it and I'm covered in bandages. I was relieved it was all a dream. " 1517 lives will be taken" said in the same omnious voice. I scanned around the room and don't see the Grim Reaper or any sort. My wife came in and said " The doctor said you almost died, I knew you wouldn't give up". as she hugged me. It was relieving to know that it was a dream. I still remembered what was said. 1517 lives will be taken.
The next few days on the news it is said that the R.M.S Titanic sunk with 2223 passengers, 1517 died. I was shocked, knowing it wasn't a dream. I never told anyone about it and lived like I don't know about it.
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