I suffer from blackouts. They started four years ago when I was nine, after receiving a head injury from a bike accident. It has only happened a handful of times. Because of the black outs, I have to see a psychiatrist named Dr. Roberts, even though I've gone almost a year without having an incident. since then, I have befriended a stray dog. I met him last night on my birthday.
It was far past my bedtime, and I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk. Durring my walk, I got lost in my thoughts and wound up in an unfamiliar place. I began walking in a direction that I thought would lead me back home. However, I stopped in my tracks when I spotted a small, dark cloured animal dash across the street. There, it sat still with the light of the moon bouncing off its eyes. After staring at each other for a few minutes, the beast began its run again. I quickly realised it was heading straight for me! Too scared to run, I held my left arm in front of my face with my four-arm facing the animal. Braced for impact, what I could now Identify as a dog, leaped at me. Catching my four-arm in its mouth, the dog knocked me to the ground. While on my back, I used my free arm to punch my attacker between its eyes and it scurried off in the direction it had come from. As I continued my journey, certain houses and streets became familiar to me. As I walked I began to play with the pocket knife, my Dad had just given me for my birthday. It was when I came across a familiar alleyway, that I knew I was almost home. I cut into the alley and was struck with disbelief. Ten feet in front of me was the dog that had just attacked me. However, unlike before, the dog laid dormant on the ground with a look of depression and exhaustion across its face. Fatig...
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...g chills and I started feeling nauseous.
"No! This is imposible" I protest "Buster is real. I saw him. I felt him. He's real!"
"He was real." My mom says.
"I don't believe you, I... I..." I give up on trying to convince them when I remember my arm. "My arm! Yes, may arm!" I think to myself. Buster's bite mark on my arm is irefutable avidence of his existence and, furthermore, my sanity. They will have to believe me then! I quickly roll up my left sleeve to my elbow, only to be shocked with what I see. In place of the teeth marks, is a fresh scar that reads "BUSTER". "But...but the bites! The bites" I cry, while staring at my arm in disbelief. I look up at the Doctor to repeat my rant, but I stop when he reveals an opened pocket knife, stained with dried blood, from his behind his back.
"I found it under your bed when I was cleaning your room!" my mother cried.
On the way out the game had been plentiful and he had been eating rabbits for all 3 meals. The Night that he had finally settled it snowed about 3 feet and boxed him into the shelter he had made. When he finally got out and stumbled above the snow he realized he had made a mistake, he had not brought snowshoes. He decided to try to make a pair. 3 hours later he had the crudest pair of snowshoes he had seen, he wasn't even sure if he could call them snowshoes. He grabbed his brand new .22 and headed out to get breakfast. On his way out he saw a couple of tracks that he had identified as canine.
I try to walk faster so that I can finally get to my destination but the walked seem like it was taking years to go there. As if the walk through the dark valley would never end. The full moon was shining very bright and the stars were out as I heard the sound of the gust wind, I don’t know why my heart began to beat faster, faster and faster. So then I began to run because of how frightened I was, as I was running I tripped over that seemed to be hard almost as if it was a bone. I fell forward and landed on my face, having my face painted towards the grassy muddy ground. As soon as I tried to get myself up something was licking my ear and screamed so loud that my echo was heard in the valley. I looked to where it was licking my ear and noticed it was a black dog with grey eyes. I was trying to figure out if he was a wolf or a dog but then I noticed his tongue and teeth and knew it was a dog. The dog seemed to want to play with me he immediately continued to lick me as I was scared for my life. I finally got up and walked away because I just wanted to go home where I was safe. The dog continued to follow me right behind me every step of the way. I began to run so that he stopped following but I was wrong he ran with me and even faster than me. He continued to follow me until I was home, I stepped inside my house and he wanted to step inside too. At that point I felt really bad for the dog and let him in. Something about this dog brought my attention so I decided that I would keep him as my
I had something in my hand; it was a gun, I could use this to protect myself. I walked in the dark corridors I peaked out of the wall, and I saw five guys armed with AK-47. I knew that I was screwed. I looked around to see another way out to pass the guys. I climbed into the vent and crawled for a long time. Inside of the vent, it was covered with dust, to my left of me was a spider. I could not believe, but I saw a light end of the vent.
Where am I? he thought to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered, What happened last night? The steady breathing of the hounds caught his attention. He walked towards the window and looked out into the courtyard. Peering out, he saw the great hounds in a deep snooze. His eyes grazed across the courtyard but stopped when they came across a mess of bones. Nearby, the grey cement was stained red.
... crying into the house, passing over the unholy mess her killers made and found you in our bedroom. You were in your crib, next to your mother on the bed. She'd been..." He cleared his throat before moving on. "The blood had even sprayed you. The police came and took their reports but I knew who was responsible."
I awoke, frightened and alone, with a monster standing beside my bed. Although my body was paralyzed with fear, my mind was awake, trying to figure out how this hideous creature could have found me. As I gazed into the hypnotizing, dark eyes of this giant, the room altered, and I found myself, once again, in the basement of my father’s house. Surrounded with medical equipment, a rush of adrenaline pulsed through my tired body, forcing it awake. The monster walked slowly through the room, dragging his long, boney finger along the table. I remembered this basement very well, as I spent a great deal of time occupying it; however, there was something different, something was missing, something had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Before I could spot the difference, an odd aroma began filling the air, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. Once again I found myself spinning, falling through a dark tunnel with no sense of direction or time, I closed my eyes tightly. Whenever the spinning sensation concluded, I opened my eyes. The aroma was stronger here, forcing tears out of my eyes and my dinner back up my throat. I knew exactly where I was…
I awoke in the forest. It was evening, the sun had long set. The smell of the woods surrounded me, almost suffocating me with the musk. I gazed before me as I stood, no lights, no way to see the path. I was lost, the thick trees blocking any light that might guide me. I began to walk slowly, watching each step carefully. The silence pressed against my ears, it was deafening. My eyes began to adjust to the pressing darkness with each step, and I noticed I was in a large clearing. Fear gripped me, how I gotten here or, why, I did not know.
As I was squatting there in my little ditch while the snow rose about another inch I barely heard the sound of my grandma’s voice yelling my name. The cat had heard it too and scurried away; even though the cat was running away I was still not able to move because my legs would not work and I heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming from behind me looking for me but, I was still so scared that I realized that I came close to a wild animal that could really hurt me even though I thought that no animal could come into my grandparent’s property with the six foot high fence that surrounded the ten
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
One night,probably about 10:00, i was walking down the street at night. I always smoke a swisher when walking to my friends house. I was just about to turn the corner. I was about halfway to my friends house. I had that feeling, i hadn't had that feeling in a long time. I think that I would have been killed if i would have ignored the feeling. When i turned the corner i heard rustling in the leaves behind me, i was still calm debating whether or not i'm just being paranoid. I kept walking, I took my knife out, about 2 min later i heard something running up behind me. I didn't know what it was, i was startled, i turned around and then i saw it, a pit bull. I didn't know what to do, it jumped at me and I did what i was trained to do in my knife lessons. If i didn't already have my blade out, well i didn't have time to get my blade out.
I think nothing of it and reach my hand down and drum my fingers against the couch cushion. When she doesn't prance her way in my direction I look up. The calypso cat wasn't even focused on me or my wiggling fingers. She looks straight past me and concentrated on the glass door. I follow her eye line to see a shape on the bottom of the deck. It was a dog, a big beige colored dog. This hadn't struck me as odd at first, seeing as though a lot of the pets at my grandparent's house are allowed to run outside, mostly because the neighbors let their pets run wild as well. I could see it breathing, its ribs were expanding and contracting in a smoothly timed rhythm. Its bones looked explicit against its tight skin almost like it was too small for it. I felt my skin brush with goosebumps, I don't know why I felt terrified at the sight of this creature. Its back was faced towards me so I couldn't see its head, only its hunched back, broad shoulders and long canine legs. The thing that scared me the most was its' perfect way of breathing, every movement seemed exaggerated like it wasn't breathing just pretending to. I hear a low growl from behind me, a soft fear filled rumble that only can be heard from an animal fueled with pure terror. I saw its head twice and slowly rotate towards the window, that's when I shrieked. Its head rotated up, like to look at the sky but it kept going til I saw its wide wild
I have almost died 5 times since and it has been only 16 years, each incident in a different year. In those 5 times I have been to the hospital once, that’s the one that left the gnarliest scar, I’ll talk about that one after. First I’ll tell the story about how my dog saved my life. I was about 7; it was back when we went out to dinners at “fancy places” as I used to call them. We would be dressed up from head to toe. Once we were back home from the “fancy place” my dad would always make himself a ham sandwich and my mom would get mad at him like always did. While they were having their routine debacle I decided this one time to hide from my mom and jump out to scare her, like she commonly did to me, it was always funny. While looking for the perfect place to hide I stubbed my toe on my parent’s storage bench, and just like that I knew where I was going to hide. I propped open the storage bench, only to see
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
“Come over here, Buddy We are going on an adventure!” Excited she ran after me. It was as if she could actually understand me. I took one final look into my hideout before I shut the door, for wherever I was going or headed, I surely wasn’t going to be returning. Even though I spent most of my time down there being afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and probably was where I would have been spending the rest of my short lived life if I hadn’t felt this sense of uneasiness. I sighed deeply, and began shutting the door. “Calm down, Buddy”, I muttered as he was barking at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that actually never existed, so I didn’t think twice about it. However when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something, or rather yet someone.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.