Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28569502-20160603050413

I don’t consider myself a medium, but I swear, by the time you listen to my testimony; you will believe that I am in fact a psychic. Me (my name is Cole) and two other friends, whose names I won’t mention, for the sake of time, I’ll call them, Kirk, and Felix. Take note that, the three of us, didn’t know that each one of us saw some freaky shit, before one particular night.

Cole My story is not that of a ghost hunter or someone that goes on those stupid ghost hunting shows like Ghost Asylum, or Monsters and Mysteries in America. Mine is real. I’ll keep this as short as I can, as its 4:06 in the morning, and I’ve a party to host today. I do believe that love is a thing, and falling into its relentless hands is just one talent of mine. Most people, they just know once love hits them, but me, no. The way that I know if I fall, is I see an arc angel. The angel stands next to the person I’m falling for. I’ve learned to deal with it, and just shrug it off if he makes himself visible, and I just let love happen if it’s meant to be. Anyways, I fell for a girl, and I fell pretty damn hard. I would see the angel anytime I even thought of her. The bad thing about it, I’m 14, and she’s 13. She is still immature and doesn’t know good if it smacks her in the fucking chin. So from that, you can probably tell that she’s not a good one to fall for. The way I found this out? I was walking back from the basketball courts one day, and I started seeing words flash before my eyes. The words I saw were along the lines of heartbreak, disaster, catastrophe, and change. That of course was followed by her name, in a huge, bold font. The worst thing out of this I can think of is that it felt like this weird occurrence lasted thirty seconds, no, it lasted long enough for me to walk to the complete opposite side of town, and I walk quite slow. The next day, she told me that the whole time she had been saying that she felt the same, she was lying, and she led me on the whole time. This experience totally changed my outlook on love. I now had the point of view that females love the fuck boys, and the douche bags. I was exactly that now, and I would say I was pretty bad, dating three girls, and talking to seven others. Five days ago, at about this time of night, Kirk, Felix, and I were sitting at the very table I am sitting at now while writing this story. We were just talking about life, politics, and of course, Anon, all of a sudden, Kirk stops talking and looks to his right. We all look that direction and see a presence, I don’t remember now what all we saw, but the one visitor I do remember, was a wise old man, whom could answer any question you had except for death. I don’t remember what I asked him, but basically his answer was, get your shit together or you will have a tragedy in the next five days. I have in fact gotten my shit together, as I’m dating only one girl, the love of my life, and talking to none. That night has changed my outlook on everything. But ever since this eventful night, I’ve not been able to shake this felling of dread, and I can’t lose this everlasting cold. Kirk Hi I’m Kirk…I guess my paranormal experiences started when I was 4, When my imaginary friend entered my life. Since that day I’ve had some weird occurrences that I can’t shrug off as imagination. Jack (my imaginary friend) turned out to be not so imaginary. When I first met him he explained unto me that I “chose” him from all the spirits around me. He has helped me through my life and has been my guardian angel and when he wasn’t around troublesome things happened. At age 7 I met two boys with pale white skin, leather jackets, jeans, and white shirts. They were beating up something and I was concerned. When I yelled for them to stop the first, skinnier boy turned with a mischievous grin laughed and he and his pal ran off. When I came to see what they were beating up I discovered that it was a straw dummy with the word “you” on its forehead. I ran. Then until recently I haven’t experienced anything paranormal. Last year I met my best friend and cousin (who I will discredit his name) and when he told me of his paranormal activities we went through some. As it turned out he was possessed with a spirit who helped him when he needed it. This spirit however was not a guardian angel but was a spirit looking for a way into heaven. After that my friend became an outlet for spirits. I had also become very popular in the afterlife. In total I helped 12 spirits before bad shit happened. One day, my friend came to me acting really strangely and was muttering things incoherently… he was inhabited with a dark shadow or fallen spirit. We banished him with meditation and help from jack. Then one week before I moved something bad happened after a visit from the old man. I was walking home from my friend’s house and I had seen shadows and spirits while my visit with my buddy, when I was walking home the world faded and had muted. Then words, shapes, and numbers flew past my eyes for what felt like several seconds, but what it was actually three hours. Then the words assembled into three words, heartbreak, beware, and left. At that time I turned left and found a car behind me which the driver had supposedly been honking 7 times and I only heard it once. Also the car was literally arms-length away from me and I had almost been hit. Then I started seeing shadows everywhere that belonged to no one. After 4 of that I saw the boys again and they were with the rest of their crew, the eyeless man, Crying girl, the Dark children and hanging girl. This, I believe, was the curse from the old man’s curse, for when I and my friend met these spirits they changed his appearance into the man I fear most, and I ran. Then later when I ran long enough and he caught up and calmed me they changed my appearance and he ran. As he ran I heard them calling to me “chase your prey, find him, chase your prey, find him…” I had an awful feeling that if I obeyed my friend would no longer be alive. Then when I moved, right before I met the two other authors of this story the words came to me again and said one word…”needed” which whenever I had seen these words before I met my friend. Then a few days ago I had similar experiences with these authors. We had met the old man once before and he told me my purpose here was to meet these people…… What other horror awaits me?

Felix Okay, so I haven’t dealt with as much as them. I mean I always knew that stuff existed and I could sense it; but I didn’t actually see it until that night. I guess it started around 8; I didn’t see spirits but other things. Like legends like, Bigfoot, the Rake, and the The Black-Eyed Kids. I prefer not to speak of my experiences because it attracts my special spirit; a 5’11” silvery gray entity that softly glows. As I’m typing right now my guardian spirit Draco, a 7 year old kid with black hair is glaring at the silvery entity. Ok anyway they were talking about spirits when I came to the table; I had just gotten off the phone with my girlfriend and I remember the time exactly; 2:22 am. I sat down and automatically felt a Shit load of tension. Like I said before I couldn’t see but I could feel. So I closed my eyes and almost passed out from all the energy. Honestly I think they kept picking on me because I’m not used to this stuff. Anyway we kept talking and the first spirit to show up was Cole’s spirit that shows up around people he’s falling for. Off subject but that spirit has been following me around the last few days saying “Make the choice …. NOW”. You’ll understand later. Anyway next our guardian spirits showed up. I have Draco, Kirk has Jack, and Cole has Benny. Then Mischief showed up. A little blue mother fucker. He was trying to distract us. He’s here. Him and his buddy confusion. Little yellow mother fucker; with demon horns, a devil tail, a halo, and angel wings. I know they’re here because making me rewrite the same sentence over and over again. Felix’s story will end here. He tragically passed away before he could finish his part. Rest In Paradise brother. 