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Greetings. I have recently taken up an interest in writing, and thought I'd share my first story and see if anyone liked it.
This IS a scary story, so if you can't take the fear, get out of here. :)
(At least, I think it's scary. That's what I was hoping it to be. :P)
Backround:
Very important. If you don't read this paragraph the story most likely won't make sense.
You are an agent of the AEIA, or Anomolous Entity Investigative Agency. You have been a great agent and an irreplaceable asset to the Agency. You have just been promoted to Level 2 security status and have access to files normal agents cannot view. Your job has been to investigate anomolous entities. Monsters, aliens, and the like. You have been exposed to numerous monsters over the years and have dealt with them calmly and professionally.
A new lead in an old case has just surfaced. You are reviewing the old case file.
Story:
The following journal was found in the nightstand of Case 001. Case 001 disappeared overnight on October 07, 2014. Case 001 was last seen sleeping in his bed. The only things that remained in the morning were a giant pool of blood that completely covered the entire floor and a tuft of fur caught in the doorway. Field Agents Daniel Sprejek and Jeremy Castle successfully intercepted the 911 call and stopped the authorities from responding. The family of Case 001 was told that this is a matter of national security and have sworn to secrecy. Response teams are standing by should the family attempt to go public.
Journal:
10/4/14
I decided to start this journal to document what’s happening to me… I fear telling my parents because they’ll probably think I’m crazy.
I guess I should explain what I mean, in case something actually does happen to me…
I’m not sure what to say, so bear with me, whomever may be reading this.
So I got this idea for a new horror story. Most of my previous stories are kind of dumb. They’re kind of boring and not very scary. This one was different. It kind of just came to me, out of the blue. It was a story about two hunters who shot a deer and followed the blood trail. Instead of finding their trophy buck, they find the buck’s mutilated remains. They find a second blood trail, presumably left by the beast that mauled the buck. They decide to track the beast and find out what it is; they’ve never seen anything that could do that much damage to an animal. They track it back to a cave and find a terrible humanoid creature, with the head of a wolf and body of a man. It attacked them with superhuman speed and strength and killed them with its razor sharp fangs.
(That’s all I had written before I decided to go to bed.)
I did all the usual stuff before going to bed. Brushed my teeth, changed into pajamas, the whole routine.
Then I woke up. I glanced at my clock which read 1:11 am. I let out a sigh and rolled onto my side to try to go back to sleep. But something didn’t feel right. I don’t know how to explain it, it was like something was ever so slightly tickling my brain. I heard a tap at my window. (I sleep on the first floor.) It was so faint I almost thought I imagined it. But I heard it again. I started to get a little freaked out, since there are no trees or anything near my window that could be causing the noise. I told myself I was imagining it. Then I heard it again, but louder this time. I figured it must be the wind or something jarring the window pane, but decided to check it out anyway. I silently walked over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. Nothing. There was nobody there, so I figured it was just the wind. I slipped back into bed and slept soundly until the morning.
The next day, (yesterday) I had all but forgotten it. I tried to write a little more of my story, but I must have had a case of writer’s block. Bedtime rolled around, and I did my little routine before falling into bed.
I woke up. But not into the waking world; I immediately realized I was dreaming. I was sort of floating outside my house, looking at my window. I could see almost my entire room, even though that should have been impossible with a wall being in the way. The clock turned 1:11 right when I glanced at it. Suddenly, the terrible monstrosity, the hideous creature I had imagined in my story, slowly walked towards my window and tapped on it. I tried to scream, to yell, to say anything, but I couldn’t. Almost as if my mouth was sewn shut. The beast tapped a second time, a bit louder than the first. I saw myself, my other self, stir in bed. The beast tapped a third time, and I saw myself step out of bed and walk towards the window. Right before my waking-self pushed the curtains open, the beast ducked below my window, out of sight. I realized with panic that this might have actually happened, that this beast could have been right outside my window! I saw my waking-self walk back to bed, and the beast got up and walked into the woods behind my house. The next thing I remember is waking up in the morning.
I thought about it this morning, but I reasoned that it most likely was, in fact, just a dream. But it had seemed so real. I figured if it was real, I would find some sort of tracks left by the beast below my window. After a delicious breakfast I walked outside to my window and looked at the ground. I sighed with relief when I didn’t see any tracks, and chided myself for being scared about a silly dream. But then I saw it. As I was leaving I noticed a slight indent in the ground, and examined it. What I was looking at was a shallow impression of a giant paw print, much like a dog’s. But this wasn’t a dog. It was way to big for that.
That’s why I’m writing this journal. I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. That thing might be real, and I very well could end up hurt or… dead.
10/5/14
It happened again. Another tap on the window. At the exact same time. This time I didn’t wait for another tap; I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. I’m not sure why. I think I was just trying to prove to myself that there was nothing there. I threw the curtain aside and looked out. Nothing but a dark backyard. So I did an extremely stupid thing. I opened the window to check if it was down there, hiding in the shadows. Now that I think about it, I realize it was extremely stupid. That thing could have been there, it could have grabbed my and ate me before I realized what had happened. But nothing happened. There was no monster below my window. I turned around to go back to bed.
I don’t think I noticed it last night. If I had, I would have checked it out. But now that I think about it, I think I remember seeing my bedroom door open, which is odd since I sleep with it closed. Even stranger, when I woke up it was closed. Maybe I imagined it… But I’m pretty sure the door was open.
10/6/14
I… I’m scared. Really scared. I had another dream last night… Almost the same thing. I was floating outside my window again, watching myself sleep. Then at 1:11 I heard a tap. Then I realized with a start that the tap hadn’t come from my window… It came from my bedroom door. I watched as my waking-self ran to the window and looked out. Then I screamed. Or rather, tried to scream. That thing, that beast, OPENED MY BEDROM DOOR AND LOOKED AT ME! My waking-self was looking out the window, while it was watching! Then I screamed again. It looked at me… But not at my waking-self, it looked at me while I was floating there! Those terrible red eyes, they looked like pools of boiling blood, stared at me. Through me. Almost as if it could see my soul… Those eyes both mesmerized me and revolted me at the same time. Then that thing SMILED. Its teeth looked like miniature daggers that could easily tear anything apart. Tear me apart. Then it walked away. I watched it pad down the hallway until I couldn’t see it anymore. I realized with a start that it had left the door open. My waking-self closed the window he had been looking out of, walked past the open door, and slipped into bed.
I woke up.
I can’t figure it out… If this thing is real, why is it torturing me? Why not just kill me? Maybe it doesn’t want to kill me… Then again, if it was real it probably would have killed me by now, therefore it must not be real… Right?
[A.E.I.A NOTE]: The following entry is written in a different handwriting and written in blood. Tests reveal the blood is Case 001’s blood.
10/7/14
I woke up at 1:11 again. As I brushed away the fog of sleep I realized there was something standing over me. Something with red eyes. “You aren’t real,” I shouted, “this is just a dream!” The beast replied in a horrible voice, a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a scream of a tortured soul, “Unfortunately for you, this is not a dream. Although, before you die, I would like to thank you for creating me. Your imaginative mind helped me slip into the real world. But since you have created me, you may also be able to destroy me. I cannot let that happen. Sweet dreams.” I screamed as I felt that horrible fangs tear through my body.
Where am I? It’s so dark… I can’t see. Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?
I’m… alone.
*End of journal*
[A.I.A Note]: It is unclear who wrote the final entry. It would seem that Case 001 did not write this, since it is written in a different handwriting, and written in Case 001’s blood. Further testing of the fur recovered from the scene have revealed an anomalous DNA structure. It appears to be fully human, fully wolf, and an unknown genome. Director Gamma is heading the on-going investigation.
So that's it. What do you guys think? I would love some constructive critisism.
Thanks for reading!
This IS a scary story, so if you can't take the fear, get out of here. :)
(At least, I think it's scary. That's what I was hoping it to be. :P)
Backround:
Very important. If you don't read this paragraph the story most likely won't make sense.
You are an agent of the AEIA, or Anomolous Entity Investigative Agency. You have been a great agent and an irreplaceable asset to the Agency. You have just been promoted to Level 2 security status and have access to files normal agents cannot view. Your job has been to investigate anomolous entities. Monsters, aliens, and the like. You have been exposed to numerous monsters over the years and have dealt with them calmly and professionally.
A new lead in an old case has just surfaced. You are reviewing the old case file.
Story:
A.I.E.A Evidence – Case Number 001
The following journal was found in the nightstand of Case 001. Case 001 disappeared overnight on October 07, 2014. Case 001 was last seen sleeping in his bed. The only things that remained in the morning were a giant pool of blood that completely covered the entire floor and a tuft of fur caught in the doorway. Field Agents Daniel Sprejek and Jeremy Castle successfully intercepted the 911 call and stopped the authorities from responding. The family of Case 001 was told that this is a matter of national security and have sworn to secrecy. Response teams are standing by should the family attempt to go public.
Journal:
10/4/14
I decided to start this journal to document what’s happening to me… I fear telling my parents because they’ll probably think I’m crazy.
I guess I should explain what I mean, in case something actually does happen to me…
I’m not sure what to say, so bear with me, whomever may be reading this.
So I got this idea for a new horror story. Most of my previous stories are kind of dumb. They’re kind of boring and not very scary. This one was different. It kind of just came to me, out of the blue. It was a story about two hunters who shot a deer and followed the blood trail. Instead of finding their trophy buck, they find the buck’s mutilated remains. They find a second blood trail, presumably left by the beast that mauled the buck. They decide to track the beast and find out what it is; they’ve never seen anything that could do that much damage to an animal. They track it back to a cave and find a terrible humanoid creature, with the head of a wolf and body of a man. It attacked them with superhuman speed and strength and killed them with its razor sharp fangs.
(That’s all I had written before I decided to go to bed.)
I did all the usual stuff before going to bed. Brushed my teeth, changed into pajamas, the whole routine.
Then I woke up. I glanced at my clock which read 1:11 am. I let out a sigh and rolled onto my side to try to go back to sleep. But something didn’t feel right. I don’t know how to explain it, it was like something was ever so slightly tickling my brain. I heard a tap at my window. (I sleep on the first floor.) It was so faint I almost thought I imagined it. But I heard it again. I started to get a little freaked out, since there are no trees or anything near my window that could be causing the noise. I told myself I was imagining it. Then I heard it again, but louder this time. I figured it must be the wind or something jarring the window pane, but decided to check it out anyway. I silently walked over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. Nothing. There was nobody there, so I figured it was just the wind. I slipped back into bed and slept soundly until the morning.
The next day, (yesterday) I had all but forgotten it. I tried to write a little more of my story, but I must have had a case of writer’s block. Bedtime rolled around, and I did my little routine before falling into bed.
I woke up. But not into the waking world; I immediately realized I was dreaming. I was sort of floating outside my house, looking at my window. I could see almost my entire room, even though that should have been impossible with a wall being in the way. The clock turned 1:11 right when I glanced at it. Suddenly, the terrible monstrosity, the hideous creature I had imagined in my story, slowly walked towards my window and tapped on it. I tried to scream, to yell, to say anything, but I couldn’t. Almost as if my mouth was sewn shut. The beast tapped a second time, a bit louder than the first. I saw myself, my other self, stir in bed. The beast tapped a third time, and I saw myself step out of bed and walk towards the window. Right before my waking-self pushed the curtains open, the beast ducked below my window, out of sight. I realized with panic that this might have actually happened, that this beast could have been right outside my window! I saw my waking-self walk back to bed, and the beast got up and walked into the woods behind my house. The next thing I remember is waking up in the morning.
I thought about it this morning, but I reasoned that it most likely was, in fact, just a dream. But it had seemed so real. I figured if it was real, I would find some sort of tracks left by the beast below my window. After a delicious breakfast I walked outside to my window and looked at the ground. I sighed with relief when I didn’t see any tracks, and chided myself for being scared about a silly dream. But then I saw it. As I was leaving I noticed a slight indent in the ground, and examined it. What I was looking at was a shallow impression of a giant paw print, much like a dog’s. But this wasn’t a dog. It was way to big for that.
That’s why I’m writing this journal. I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. That thing might be real, and I very well could end up hurt or… dead.
10/5/14
It happened again. Another tap on the window. At the exact same time. This time I didn’t wait for another tap; I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. I’m not sure why. I think I was just trying to prove to myself that there was nothing there. I threw the curtain aside and looked out. Nothing but a dark backyard. So I did an extremely stupid thing. I opened the window to check if it was down there, hiding in the shadows. Now that I think about it, I realize it was extremely stupid. That thing could have been there, it could have grabbed my and ate me before I realized what had happened. But nothing happened. There was no monster below my window. I turned around to go back to bed.
I don’t think I noticed it last night. If I had, I would have checked it out. But now that I think about it, I think I remember seeing my bedroom door open, which is odd since I sleep with it closed. Even stranger, when I woke up it was closed. Maybe I imagined it… But I’m pretty sure the door was open.
10/6/14
I… I’m scared. Really scared. I had another dream last night… Almost the same thing. I was floating outside my window again, watching myself sleep. Then at 1:11 I heard a tap. Then I realized with a start that the tap hadn’t come from my window… It came from my bedroom door. I watched as my waking-self ran to the window and looked out. Then I screamed. Or rather, tried to scream. That thing, that beast, OPENED MY BEDROM DOOR AND LOOKED AT ME! My waking-self was looking out the window, while it was watching! Then I screamed again. It looked at me… But not at my waking-self, it looked at me while I was floating there! Those terrible red eyes, they looked like pools of boiling blood, stared at me. Through me. Almost as if it could see my soul… Those eyes both mesmerized me and revolted me at the same time. Then that thing SMILED. Its teeth looked like miniature daggers that could easily tear anything apart. Tear me apart. Then it walked away. I watched it pad down the hallway until I couldn’t see it anymore. I realized with a start that it had left the door open. My waking-self closed the window he had been looking out of, walked past the open door, and slipped into bed.
I woke up.
I can’t figure it out… If this thing is real, why is it torturing me? Why not just kill me? Maybe it doesn’t want to kill me… Then again, if it was real it probably would have killed me by now, therefore it must not be real… Right?
[A.E.I.A NOTE]: The following entry is written in a different handwriting and written in blood. Tests reveal the blood is Case 001’s blood.
10/7/14
I woke up at 1:11 again. As I brushed away the fog of sleep I realized there was something standing over me. Something with red eyes. “You aren’t real,” I shouted, “this is just a dream!” The beast replied in a horrible voice, a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a scream of a tortured soul, “Unfortunately for you, this is not a dream. Although, before you die, I would like to thank you for creating me. Your imaginative mind helped me slip into the real world. But since you have created me, you may also be able to destroy me. I cannot let that happen. Sweet dreams.” I screamed as I felt that horrible fangs tear through my body.
Where am I? It’s so dark… I can’t see. Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?
I’m… alone.
*End of journal*
[A.I.A Note]: It is unclear who wrote the final entry. It would seem that Case 001 did not write this, since it is written in a different handwriting, and written in Case 001’s blood. Further testing of the fur recovered from the scene have revealed an anomalous DNA structure. It appears to be fully human, fully wolf, and an unknown genome. Director Gamma is heading the on-going investigation.
So that's it. What do you guys think? I would love some constructive critisism.
Thanks for reading!
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