I came back home, my brother came back too. We got recorders that ran on batterys. We started the recordings we went to sit down in the couch. The kids started running around, and luaghing.
They knew we were listening to them, but nothing was happening to us. You would imagine like in the movies the spirit would take your soul or try to get rid of you, but nothing. I started to become less afraid. I was losing my fears of my home.
On the other hand my brother was super cautious. He tried to convince me that there was something wrong. I didnt listen. I kept telling him we were safe. He thought i was crazy. I kept telling him they were lonly just wanting a friend. The only thing was 1 friend. I gave in. My fear was gone stress relieving.
My brother yelled at me "YOUR CRAZY!! Im leaving and you can come or not.
Ok. Bye David.
Please come home. He asked.
I am home. I said.
Bye Stacy. I love you. I'm sending you help.
voices: that was your last chance David!!! They said
A knife came floating in front of my brothers face. Please no, please don't, don't please. He cried.
Voices: god can't help you now. Maybe if you knew better this wouldn't happen.
My brother cried for help.
This is obviously God's plan for you David. I was meant to come here. Maybe you were meant to die like this.
STACY WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!! Than it was over they slit his throught. Bleeding, blood everywhere. I was released from my capture. I fell to my knees crying. The cops showed up and saw me. I said it wasnt me they did it the children. Children: RUN!!! OR YOUR NEXT! The cops left. I went to the second floor.
I asked them where the lost boys seceret room was. They yelled at me it echoed through the house. You will not know ever, or not yet. They had said to me. I fell down the stairs. The cops showed up in the morning. I woke up with a broken rib in the emergency room. I was able to go home, but I needed to go with a nurse to take care of me.Can I get you something to eat? She asked while we sat by the window.
You shouldn't of come here. I said
I'm supposed to help you and that's what i want to do, so why wouldn't I help you.
Don't upset them.
Who are they?
Kids. Why are there kids here?
This was an old school house. There were kids here who suffered slowly, tragic, painful deaths.
Oh well thats a sad story. Would you like something to eat? She asked
Why are you still here!? I said
Are you crazy, or sick?
Ugh that same old question over and over again. We all know how it ends.
How does it end? She asked.
.....deaths......
Are you sick? She said
Don't anger them they protect even though they did this to me it was because I upseted them. They need me. They had no one when they were alive. I'm their main priority.
No you have a fever...she said
Oh. Than I realized they were watching me the air was thick and heavy. Like someone was there.
No, no. I'm fine thanks though. I'm feeling tired im going to take a nap. Thanks. Just don't affend them or me. You should be lucky to live if they make an exception for you.
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whispers in the dark
Разноеvoices, children, running, Stacy hears in her new old school house built in the 1700's. tragic deaths occurred are there spirits still around. will the deaths still happen? don't leave mean comments if you don't like it stop reading thanks