Mysticpyrate
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Horror and sci-fi fan who uses they're mental illness to fuel the creative juices of their dark, twisted stories. Prepare to go where my brain may lead you. Down into the dark depths of my fears and paranoia.
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War Babies Pt. 3
Chapter 3 Walt was there promptly at eight as usual, I answered the door when he rang and he was surprised that I was the one opening it up for him to enter. “Wow, He exclaimed, “You seem to be having a good day today.” Then he got a look on his face like I was going to shoot back with one of my usual snide comments. “Nope, feeling pretty good the last couple of days. Must be the new meds and my little garden I have now. I have something to keep me busy.” I said. He looked relieved like my father did earlier. I kept reminding myself to not go overboard, just stay positive and let things flow smoothly. I did all the work I was given and playfully complained about how hard it was. Walt looked like I had become a different kid than he was used to. He was still cautious with me, trying not to set me off. I think I have this handled, and the afterthought of don’t you always? I knew this was a game that I had played before, only this time, I’d win. If I kept on track and not overdo it, they would buy whatever I was doing. There was a sense of accomplishment when Walt left. He and mom talked for a bit at the front door. I knew it was about me and my new attitude. Mom had a weird schedule, working odd hours as she was needed and sometimes taking small trips for business. That’s when I was kept in my room most of the time. Dad wasn’t sure of how to handle me and kept the phone on him at all times when she was gone. He’s the one who usually called Dr. Caltin and had them come get me. I think he was afraid of me. Maybe I had done something to make him this way. I don’t really remember the last five years since the accident. I have vague memories of throwing things, pulling my own hair out, starting fires and hitting people. My most prominent memories are of being in the ward. The same room it seemed every time I was admitted. The same staff, even though that had to be impossible, we had moved three times since then. I had to just be paranoid right? The thought still remained, even though I knew it wasn’t possible. I mean, why would they move with us? I wasn’t the president's kid, with their own medical team. It had to be paranoia, it had to be.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Fiction
War Babies Pt. 2
Chapter 2 I was back on schedule the next day, up at six, breakfast, meds and wait for my tutor. I wasn’t allowed to go to regular school, so I was homeschooled. I didn’t miss school though, a popularity contest of idiots and bitches. I would have burned it into the ground with them in it if I had my way. Why should they get a life that they take for granted, when I struggle every day to stay on schedule. Walt came promptly at eight, like most mornings. I went through the motions and did my work. Deep down, I wanted him to go away and never return. He was emotionless, like a robot trained to teach. He never held a conversation with me that wasn’t work related. Never talked about himself or his life outside this house. It seemed like forever before we were done for the day. I gave him a little trouble, didn’t want them to think I was being too good. After Walt left, I went out to check on my garden. I watered it like the book said to and looked around for weeds that may have grown overnight. I went back into the house and pretended to read the le gardening book, mostly followed my dad around telling him gardening tips. “How about you go up to your room to read? Or the tree house? I’m trying to get some work done here and you’re making it difficult.” I looked a little down, “Ok dad, I’ll quit pestering you. Can I have some snacks to take with me?” He pulled out some graham crackers and a couple bottles of juice. “Knock yourself out. Don’t tell your mom I gave you the whole pack. She’ll have my ass.” We giggled at that. I left the house and hurried to my private forest. I carefully looked around to make sure he didn’t follow me. As soon as I felt like I was alone, I retrieved the book from it’s hiding spot and bolted for the tree house. I left the trap door open so it wouldn’t look like I was hiding if my dad came to check on me. I sat on my sofa and made sure the gardening book was open to a page that I had already read, that way I could answer questions if he came up. Ready to shove the secret book into the cushions if need be. I opened to the first page and was amazed by the list of things that lay before me. The contents page was a list of experiments and the dates they started and ended. Some had no ending date.I turned to the first page of the book.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Fiction
War Babies pt. 1
Chapter one I woke up with another blinding migraine, unsure of where I was again. I tried opening my eyes, but the pain wouldn’t let me relax enough to do even that. I had the sense of urgency that comes with these damn headaches. That something was coming, something bad, or maybe it had already happened. I always wake with these thoughts when I get a migraine. Like voices screaming at me to save them. Even though I have no idea where they come from. My Psychiatrist says it’s part of my psychosis, I am a schizophrenic. Wasn’t always like this, I had a normal life once, a long, long time ago. Funny for me to think that as I am only 16 years old. What was normal? The shows on the television portrayed “normal” families. I never met one in real life, growing up going from one military base to another. I must have been making noises, so my mother came in and turned on the light. I thought my head was going to explode as I screamed incoherently. The light went back off and I felt her sit down on the bed next to me. “Is it a bad one?” she asked, rubbing my back. I couldn’t form words as badly as it was. I think I was nodding, but not entirely sure. “Are the voices back? Should I take you to the emergency room?’ She prodded. I couldn’t answer her, I hurt so bad. “Well, at least you’re dressed this time.”, she tried joking, it was lost on me as I was almost past the point of comprehending anything. She called for my father to come help her, I was having another episode. I had thought about those words, another episode, for years. What exactly were my episodes? Why did I start having them? Answers that eluded me to this day. My father came in and picked me up as if I was nothing. You would have thought he was the one in the army instead of my mother. I felt as if I was floating in his arms as he carried me to the car. The engine started and felt like sharp shards of glass driving into my brain. Why was this happening to me? With that thought, was it a thought, I drifted down into oblivion.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Darkness
I had never thought about leaving my tiny coastal town, that was until I had met the man of my dreams. He always left for the winter for work as the paving season ended in Washington and was just beginning in Arizona. I had never gone along with him as I still had a daughter in high school. She had recently graduated and had gone off to university. This was the year I would finally accompany him for the winter. We took our time driving and spent 4 days driving and stopping at all the touristy places along the way. I instantly fell in love with the house he had down there. It was a little big for the both of us, but it had been in the family for a few generations now. I thought that my life was going in the direction I always wanted it to go. My kids were grown and successful in school, I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I was loving every minute of it. I settled quickly into a nice routine just as I had at home. Then I realized that this was my home too. Jeff was gone for most of the day working and I had the time to get to know the little town I found myself in. I thought life couldn't get any better than this, boy was I ever wrong. One day while I was doing laundry the hose to the washer sprung a leak and was spraying all over behind it. I turned it off, unplugged it and dragged it away from the wall. As I was removing the hose so I could get a replacement, I noticed the water had been running down under the wall. It was gurgling and echoing as if there was a drain behind the wall, one that had to go down a long way by the sound of it. As I was trying to figure out how it was making that noise, I realized there was what looked like a small door that looked like it had been painted over many times. When Jeff got home I told him about what I had found. He had never known about the door and was just as curious as I was. So the next day while he was at work, I spent the day chipping the paint away until I cleared the door. It was nailed shut and I couldn't pry the nails out on my own. Jeff got home and pried the nails out for me and we took a peek inside. There was a set of stairs that led down into the darkness below. His family had owned the property since the mid to late 20s and not one of them had known about the door. His parents were as surprised as we were, saying they bought it from another mining family. The family they bought the place from sold it in a hurry and left town. The next day my curiosity got the best of me and I tried to get the door to open. There wasn't a knob or anything to get hold of to open it. The doorknob had been removed and filled in. So once again I had to wait for Jeff to get home. He drilled through the spot where the knob would have been and somehow pulled the door open. The smell that came out was so strong it made us gag and choke. Worried it was gas that had at one time killed several miners when they had broken through to gas pockets.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Horror
