Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26097843-20150220005535

Hi, my name is Jack. I guess you could say that I’ve always had a connection with the paranormal. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking this just a story and that i’m full of crap. But i’m not. I’m telling the truth. and this story is a warning to psychics, or just a story whatever you think it is. But I’m here to warn you about the paper people.

Who are the paper people? Well no one knows. For sure anyways. But if you keep reading you might get an idea. Or not. Or you just won’t want to. But be warned reading past this point could put you at risk. You have been warned.

So you kept reading huh? Good for you. Here’s my story.

I am an average guy. I like to hang out with buds, drink, barbeque, and listen to some Green Day. Except for one thing, I’m psychic. You know, psychic, I see ghosts and such. but nothing could have prepared me for this.

I sometimes do jobs where people pay me to check if they’re haunted or not, you know just an easy way of money. Something to put a gift to good use. They find out if they have ghosts or demons or anything and i get enough money for some food and a movie. Does the soul good to help people. And sometimes i would pass out during my visits and actually talk with the spirit. Really interesting actually. I’ve met a lot of good people and helped them pass on because of that.

Anyways so the day I met the paper people was like any other. I browsed through the request letters of people wanting me to go and look through their house. Only one caught my eye. The letter was from a woman named Lucy Peterman. That name. It was so familiar. then i remembered, she’s been in my dreams recently.

The address was a bit out of my way but i didn’t care i finally had something fun to do. I reached the house around 12:00p.m. Just walking up to the door i felt as though i was carrying 50 pounds on my back. that means what ever was there was either bad or died full of sorrow. I couldn’t help but jump for joy that i finally had something fun, something new.

All of that changed the moment I knocked on that door. you know that feeling when a friend leaves you? Or when a loved one passes away? Well take that feeling and multiply it times ten and then drop a few weights on your soul. the sense of dread and sorrow was beyond anything i had ever felt. But it only got worse from there.

I met Lucy and she told me that it might be the spirit of a little kid or something. and i eventually found him. His name was Daniel Blake, he was 7 years old and he drowned in a nearby pond around the year 1935. Poor kid. I talked to him for a bit and helped him pass on. I felt some of the weight lift from my chest.

But i still had this damned sense of dread. Like something was there that i couldn’t see. I asked Lucy if she had any more problems she said no but quickly reconsidered with an abrupt reply. She had been touched. As in, well you know. I thought that there could be something else here. I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate and find the thing. I regret that decision to this day. I stood there for a bit then I went into a vision.

I was in a forest. I thought this was odd considering that i was almost always in a house in my visions. I started to walk when I felt this piercing glare. i looked around, and then up. thats when I saw it, this sickly grey creature with pale skin and glowing eyes. It started to jump from branch to branch. Against all of my instincts i chased after it. That little bastard was fast. I ran as fast as I could after. At first i didn’t notice it but then it started to become more and more obvious. Everything was turning white and getting flatter. I then came to a clearing where I saw people. they were flat and white as if they were all paper cutouts. It was all just unsettling. Then I saw their eyes. Those empty sunken black voids. Just staring at me.

I then just snapped back to reality. I found myself on my back in the livingroom Lucy was in the process of dialing 911 when she saw me and stopped. I said that it was ok to live here now. truth is i don’t know if it is. I don’t care.

I have the same dream every night now I’m at a party amongst friends in a field. I have no idea where this field is. But i always turn my head towards the surrounding woods, and standing right there in the middle of the field is one of the paper people. Staring at me with those, those eyes. those damned eyes.

I now see them around my house out of the corner of my eyes. I‘m going to die. i leave this as a warning. If you’ve seen the paper people then its already too late. You’re going to die. And I’m sorry. So, so, sorry. To those who haven’t seen them don’t try to make contact. they are pure evil. Good luck  </ac_metadata>