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  • “I can see stains on people that nobody else can see”

    By: DarkDevil085

    The first time it happened was in school. During fourth-period English. Ms. Callman arrived to class, late as usual, carrying her signature leather bag. She bent down to put it on the floor, and took her seat, before looking back up to the class. I did a double take when I saw her face. She had a great big stain splashed across her head. It was some kind of dark brown…coppery-colored blotch dried onto her temple. She went about taking out her books as if she didn’t have some sort of curry stain or something crusted onto her forehead.

    I went from amused to worried when I looked around to see literally nobody else reacting to it either. I leaned over to the guy sitting next to me.

    “Hey dude”, I said. “Are you seeing this?”

    “Seeing what?”

    “The…thing on her face, man”, I chuckled. He stared back at me as if I had three heads. Realizing that clearly no-one else could see what I saw, I dropped it.

    I went home, freaking out slightly. Maybe it was a trick of the light? Or some kind of optical thing? But it stayed there on her face throughout the whole class.

    The next day, I returned to school, only to be called into an assembly with the entire student and staff population. The principal came out to break the news to us. Ms. Callman had committed suicide the previous night. It wasn’t until later, when I heard that the cause of death was a gunshot to the head did I really start to panic. We were sent home for the rest of the day and I walked out of school with a cold, sick feeling in my stomach.

    Eventually, my parents came home and just as I was starting to put all of that out of my head, my dad walked through the door. He stumbled back when I let out an involuntary scream of terror. Mom and Dad just stared at me.

    Covering the entire front of his overalls was a large, deep red stain smeared across his stomach and torso. I could tell by their reactions that neither of them could see it either. I immediately ran to my room, with my parents close behind.

    Panicked, they asked me what was going on. I just pointed at Dad’s overalls. He looked down.

    “What is it?”, he asked. He rubbed his hand over the stain as if it wasn’t there. I just kept gawking in terror.

    “Maybe we should call a doctor”, my mom said.

    “How about we just let you get a good night’s rest, buddy”, Dad told me reassuringly.

    I didn’t sleep the entire night. When morning finally came, I begged Dad not to go to work but of course he still went. Mom booked an appointment with our doctor before heading off to work also. I stayed home from school and between fits of sweaty anxiety, I would call Dad’s cellphone constantly to check in on him.

    The day crawled by and eventually Mom arrived in the door.

    “Dad must be working late”, she said. I immediately called his cell….with no answer.

    A little while later, from the kitchen, I heard Mom take a phone call. Before she’d even said hello, my blood was already running cold and I was already crying.

    A few seconds later, she was sobbing even harder than I was. I didn’t bother going into the kitchen.

    It was a freak accident. He was working on a car at the garage when something went wrong…the car had collapsed and crushed him.

    The following days and the funeral were like a nightmarish fever dream. Everything went by in slow motion. I felt limp and numb.

    Once home from the funeral, I went to the bathroom. And then I saw it. As I washed my hands and looked up into the mirror, there it was.

    A big, red stain tracking all the way around my neck. Sobbing in horror for what felt like the millionth time, I stumbled downstairs to Mom, who was curled up in an armchair, sniffling. I tried explaining. But how could I?

    “Please stop this”, Mom asked, crying. “You’re just confused.”

    “Mom, please…”

    “Please stop”, she begged.

    “It’s going to happen to me…”, I cried.

    “STOP!”, she sobbed.

    This was last night. As I write this, the stain is still there. I’m not sure what’s gonna happen next but I’ve made arrangements for my aunt to come take care of my mom once I’m gone.

    In any case, I write this account in the hopes that it may help some of you out there. If you begin to see stains on people that no-one else can….warn them before it’s too late.

  • I worked hard on this :) this is something I’ve always thought about . Lmk if you like it!!

    Have you ever thought about how the government & area 51 is always silent and you never hear anything about them? Yeah that’s what I’m here to talk to you about. I’m here to tell you what I think about them. These are all different topics each one is labeled. Enjoy.

    POPULATION CONTROL

    See people don’t just wake up one day and decide they want to shoot up a building or a school or just go crazy and kill people. It’s the government. That’s what I think. I’m pretty sure that the government somehow convinces people to do so. Don’t you find it weird that they all either commit suicide or just are never found? And the fact that we have so much food to go around? We can’t really have that much food unless the population keeps getting smaller. See the government sends out people to kill as many people as they can. And it’s ALWAYS in a crowded area. They then hide the murderer and do some weird tests on them or have them kill themselves. Who know they probably even get into the murderers head and control them.

    MYTHICAL CREATURE / EXTINCT ANIMALS

    Doesn’t anyone else find it weird how we all catch glimpses of animals that aren’t supposed to exist or just animals that are supposedly dead? And its even more suspicious how its only once & right after that its pure fakes. Like instantly right when u spot a living creature that’s not supposed to be here and all of a sudden the internet gets flooded by hoax & most of the time u never know who the fake is. All those dragons & sea creatures & just in general anything that’s not supposed to exist, I believe its real. Why? Because think about it, It’s a really strange world. Look at everything that exists and don’t tell me it isn’t possible. I believe the government & area 51 hides them all. I believe they experiment on humans and give them “superpowers” and I also believe they bring back the “extinct” and “mythical” creatures. I believe. Do you?

    THE PARANORMAL

    I also believe in the paranormal. I am more than sure that it has something to do with area 51. I believe in aliens & all. Area 51 hides absolutely EVERYTHING. And why? Because the world wouldn’t be able to handle what’s behind those doors. They know what they do. They know what I say is true; they just don’t admit it because they want to take over the world before they do it. They want to control all of us and the first step is too take the paranormal & use it against us. All those scary creatures.. They’re real. All those animals that “don’t exist” they’re real too. Pretty much anything we shouldn’t believe in is real. The government and area 51 just cant ley us know. Can’t you see? They made a portal, they travel in time, they bring back people, and they bring demons and all with them. You just don’t believe it… yet….

    EVERYTHING ELSE

    Like I said, I believe in it all, I know what’s behind those doors. I know its all true. I know robots might take over the world one day, I know everything is getting smarter & more advanced which is making up even more stupid & that there is the reason we don’t believe. We don’t believe cause of all the advanced technology that makes you take fake pictures & Photoshop thing, We believe the evidence is fake because the technology is taking over, but of you just take a closer look you’ll see its real, you’ll finally believe. You will soon learn the secrets, I know all those creatures & animals are out there hiding, I know there’s paranormal in this world, I know we have a horrible way of controlling the population, I know there’s things out there, things we wont be able to see until they take us over, Things we will finally believe in when its too late..

    *J*

  • Okay, sorry for spamming but I have a question – if your story gets posted, do you get a notification or something? Or do you find out another way?

  • Btw, on my “Middle School Massacre” story I want to make some adjustments. If you read it, you might notice some mistakes… :/

    1. When it said “Bye Audrey! Love you!” I yell, I meant to say “Bye Audrey! Love you!” mom yelled.

    2. I meant to say our instead of out – “when we finish our schoolwork” instead of “when we finish out schoolwork”.

    3. When I said “I freeze and run to Cassidy.”, I meant that the girl froze in her tracks for a second and then she ran over to her best friend. Sorry if that didn’t make much sense, lol.

    4. I meant to say “Mrs. Taylor, didn’t you lock the door?” instead of “Ms. Taylor, didn’ you lock the door?”

    5. When it said “we grabbed her hand a dragged her out of the classroom.”, I meant to type “we grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the classroom.”

    Just wanted to make this comment :3

  • The Middle School Massacre… (this has a very, very long introduction and a long story so sit back and relax! :))

    Only 2 months until the last day of school! June 8th, one of the best days of my life. My alarm keeps beeping, ugh shut up stupid alarm! Okay, now that it’s off, I can get out of bed. Time to change into my outfit! I’m wearing my Simply Southern shirt with my blue jeans and hightop Converse. I’m gonna go brush my teeth. Ah, much better. Mint breath instead of stinky breath, am I right? I pull my long strawberry blond hair into a high ponytail, eat breakfast, and gather my school things. “Bye Audrey! Love you!” I yell from the hallway, where I get my shoes on. “Bye Mom! I love you too!” Then I head out the door.

    Ugh, I hate the bus. I ride it with my BFF, Cassidy. That’s the only reason I like to ride the bus. We are so close, she’s like a sister to me. Hmm, where is she? I hear someone call my name. I turn around a see Cassidy waving at me with a huge smile. “Hey! Come here!” she calls over the loud talking of the other students. “Okay, I’m coming!” I yell back, hoping she hears me. We greet each other and get on the stinky, crowded bus. “Omg, did you hear that Hudson and Jessalyn broke up?” That caught me off guard. They were like the most loving and popular couple in school. “Really?! I would have never thought that.” We chat away until we get to school. We arrive and get off the bus. Our first period is Advanced Language Arts. Our teachers’ name is Mr. Harrison, he’s a real grouch. No one likes him except Ms. Goody Two Shoes, Miranda. She always likes to do stuff for him, it makes me sick. Shes always like: “I can do this, Mr. Harrison!” or “I can do that, Mr. Harrison!” She always gets bullied for it.

    All of Cassidy and I’s periods are the same except second-period. She has Spanish and I have French. “See you at third period, Audrey!” she says as she walks to her class. “Okay, you too!” I say back, just as shes at the door. She flashes me a big, toothy smile as she walks in the door. I smile back, walking to my classroom door.

    The second-period ends and the third period starts. We both have Science class and our teacher is Mr. Owen. He’s well, a little uh…how do I put this. CREEPY AS HELL. I’ll be doing my school work and I look up and he’ll just be grinning at me.
    Even if you look at him, he doesn’t break his gaze. It gives me goosebumps. I dunno, he just gives me a creepy vibe. My bestie even thinks it too, you can even ask her.

    The third period passes by, and finally its lunch time! I packed Chicken Noodle soup in my thermos, a few sugar cookies, some red, juicy strawberries, and Ritz crackers. Yum! Cassidy has a bagel, Goldfish, chocolate chip cookies, and a green, juicy apple. Other kids got the nasty school lunch. Cassidy and I eat out lunch and chat away (again) until lunch is over. At the last 2 minutes of lunch, everyone has to be silent and finish up their lunch. Cassidy and I circumvent the rules, though. We use sign language instead of words at the last 2 minutes.

    Now is our fourth period, math. We have Mrs. Taylor. She is like, the nicest teacher who has ever existed. She lets us play games on the computers, go on our phones when we finish out school work and draw things on the Promethean board. It was a normal day in Mrs. Taylor’s class. We were doing our schoolwork when we heard something that made us shudder…

    “THIS IS A LOCKDOWN! I REPEAT, THIS IS A LOCKDOWN! HIDE, LOCK YOUR DOORS AND TURN OFF YOUR CLASSROOM LIGHTS IMMEDIATELY. THE SUSPECT IS ARMED AND INSIDE THE SCHOOL. STAY SAFE AND THAT IS ALL.”
    I freeze and run to Cassidy.

    Mrs. Taylor runs to the door to make sure it is securely locked. She puts the colorful flap over the small window on the door and turns off the lights. Cassidy and I huddle together and hold each other close, we are praying this intruder goes away. We hear loud footsteps coming towards the hallway, the crazy man is rattling all of the door handles. The footsteps stop and I breathe a sigh of relief until I realize the footsteps stop right in front of our door. He rattles the door handle and bangs on the door. I let out a cry and Cassidy says “shhh” very soothing to me, which calmed me down a little bit. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!!!” he screams. By now all of the girls are crying and their boyfriends are holding them in their arms and calming them down. I don’t have a boyfriend, so Cassidy is who I have to soothe me.

    We have a room called where kids go if they’re being too distracting. It’s in a little part of the classroom, so we all go in there. We all are calmer until we hear the door open. “Mrs. Taylor didn’ you lock the door?!” Adam whispered. “Yes, I did. We have to be very quiet. Don’t make a SOUND.” We all nod our heads.

    Then, he bursts open the door of the room we’re hiding in. We are too stunned to move until finally: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” we all scream. The man is about 6’3 and has a giant machete in his hand. His legs are spread a little bit apart so Cassidy and I squeeze through and run for help. We hold hands as we sprint down the hallway. The office ladies are all slaughtered except Mrs. Crowder, who tries to stop Cassidy and I from running but we don’t stop. We run out the school and to the bus, which is where I left my phone. I call the cops and talk to them for a few minutes. We walk back into the school and tip-toe back into the classroom, hoping the crazed man isn’t at the door. We walk quietly to where we were hiding. Cassidy and I stop, and we cannot move. We see most of our wonderful classmates slaughtered and are laying slumped on the floor. Some are clinging to life. Mrs. Taylor is missing some of her fingers but she is still okay. We grab her hand a drag her out of the room. She drives us to my house and then she drives to her house.

    Cassidy and I walk into my house and I run up to my mom and squeeze her tight. She said the school called and she started freaking out. She drove Cassidy and I to Target to take our minds off of the situation. Thankfully, we’re calm and happy by the time we get back home.

    We get home and are chilling out in my room. Cassidy and I are watching funny videos on my computer. My mom is in the shower, probably washing her hair.

    I hear a loud knock on the door. “Hmm, that knock sounds familiar…” I open the door and I’ve gotten hit in the head. The last thing I saw was Cassidy kicking and punching the man with all of her might before everything went black…

    So, I wake up in a hospital bed with Cassidy and my mom standing over me. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” I smile and the nurse walks in and I scream. “ITS HIM! ITS HIM!” He grins and injects me with some slimy green stuff and everything went black again. Like last time, I was hoping I would wake up.

    This time I didn’t.
    (I really hope you enjoyed my story! It took about 2 hours. Hopefully it’s good enough to be posted on this website! Thanks for reading!

  • The Monster In the Mirror

    It’s midnight. Even after taking sleeping pills, I feel wide awake. The house is quiet, too quiet. All I can hear are the chirping crickets and my own breath. I get out of bed and pour myself a glass of water. It doesn’t help. I feel like someone is watching my every move. I’ve felt like this after putting a mirror in my room. I had told my parents that something is watching me, but they didn’t believe me. I know what I saw. Every time I looked at that mirror, a person was staring back at me with a crazed look in their eyes. I go to my parents room and ask to sleep with them tonight. They ignore me, like they have been for the past two weeks. One week after I told them about the person staring at me, they called me crazy and said I needed to go to an asylum. I was enraged. They wouldn’t believe what their child was saying. At night, i saw the person in the mirror again. This time they were holding a knife and heading to my parents room. Very soon I could hear the bloodcurdling screams and pitiful pleas of my parents, followed by the sight of blood, then silence. I woke up the next morning, and I had blood all over me. My parents are still sleeping and ignoring me. They’ll never talk to me ever again. The house started to smell after a while. It was the smell of something rotting and decomposing. I can’t seem to get rid of that awful stench no matter what I do. My parents haven’t been out of their rooms for a long time. I got back and looked into the mirror. This time, that person is holding a knife to their neck, slowly slitting it then suddenly stabbing themself. My stomach hurts and it’s suddenly bleeding. Why is there a knife inside of me? I always knew the person in the mirror was evil. They even killed me along with my parents. I took one last look at the mirror. I see myself lay motionlessy on the ground; heavily bleeding. Then darkness.

    (Thanks for taking the time to read this)

  • Under the Bed
    I begin tucking my son into bed and he tells me, “Check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him–another him–under the bed, staring back at me and quivering. He whispered to me, “There’s somebody on my bed.”

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