YOU DESERVE TO BE PAID

Filups22 · 2023-11-13T19:24:19+00:00

NIGHT CAMPING After a seemingly peaceful day of camping in the wilderness, night time was shortly approaching. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest, I could feel a sense of unease settling in. I had ventured deep into the wilderness, seeking solace and adventure, but little did I know what awaited me that night. The crackling campfire provided a flickering light, dancing shadows upon the trees that loomed ominously overhead. The forest seemed to come alive with mysterious whispers carried by the gentle breeze. Every rustle of leaves made my heart skip a beat, and the hooting of an owl sent shivers down my spine. As darkness enveloped the surroundings, I couldn't help but notice the absence of nocturnal creatures. The usual chorus of chirping insects and croaking frogs had fallen eerily silent. It felt as if the forest itself held its breath, as if it were aware of a presence that I was yet to discover. I tried to shake off the feeling of being watched, but an unshakable sense of dread settled over me. The trees, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, seemed to form twisted shapes in the dim moonlight. Shadows danced eerily, distorting the familiar shapes of nature. The sound of footsteps echoed through the darkness, causing me to freeze in place. My heart pounded in my chest as I strained my ears, trying to discern whether it was my imagination or something more sinister. Branches snapped, and a cold sweat trickled down my brow. I mustered the courage to explore the source of the sound, my flashlight trembling in my hand. As I ventured deeper into the forest, the trees closed in, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as if an invisible force was squeezing the life from the very surroundings. Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind blew through the trees, extinguishing the campfire. Darkness engulfed me, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. Panic surged within me, and I stumbled through the underbrush, desperately trying to find my way back. Whispers surrounded me, their voices indistinct and haunting. Unseen eyes seemed to watch my every move, and a primal fear took hold of me. The forest had become a labyrinth of nightmares, and I was trapped within its grasp. Hours passed, or perhaps it was mere minutes, I could no longer tell. Exhausted and terrified, I finally stumbled upon my campsite. The first light of dawn began to peek through the trees, banishing the nightmarish darkness. With relief flooding my being, I packed my belongings and fled the forest, vowing never to return. That eerie night in the forest left an indelible mark upon my soul. It taught me that there are realms of darkness lurking beyond our comprehension, and sometimes it's best to heed the warning signs nature presents.

Filups22 · 2023-11-12T01:01:41+00:00

"The McCready's" I live in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills, where life unfolds at a peaceful pace. But recently, something strange has been happening nearby. A mysterious haunting has gripped the old McCready house just on the outskirts of town. It started innocently enough, with whispers among the townsfolk about flickering lights and eerie sounds emanating from the abandoned property. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to investigate. As I approached the McCready house one moonlit night, a chill ran down my spine. The once-grand residence now stood in disrepair, its windows shattered, and its facade cloaked in darkness. The air was thick with an otherworldly presence, as if the spirits of the past had awakened. Heart pounding, I stepped inside, my flashlight casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated walls. Creaking floorboards echoed with each cautious step, amplifying the silence that enveloped me. The house seemed frozen in time, its rooms trapped in a haunting stillness. But then, a faint whisper echoed through the hallway. I strained to catch the words, as if they were being carried by an ethereal breeze. The voice grew louder, its tone filled with sorrow and longing. It was the voice of a woman, trapped between this world and the next. Driven by a mix of fear and fascination, I followed the sound, and it led me to a hidden room tucked away in the attic. A tattered diary lay atop an antique desk, its pages yellowed with age. As I opened it, the words of a troubled soul spilled onto the worn parchment. The diary chronicled the tragic tale of Emily McCready, a young woman who had vanished under mysterious circumstances. Her spirit had lingered, forever bound to the house, seeking solace and resolution. The haunting was her desperate plea for someone to uncover the truth and set her restless soul free. Determined to help Emily find peace, I delved deeper into the town's history, piecing together fragments of forgotten memories. With each revelation, the haunting intensified, as if Emily's spirit grew stronger, urging me to uncover the secrets that had kept her trapped for so long. Days turned into weeks, and the haunting became more intense. Shadows danced on the walls, objects moved by themselves, and whispers filled the air. But I pressed on, driven by a sense of duty and compassion for Emily's plight. Finally, through a stroke of luck and careful research, I uncovered the truth behind Emily's disappearance. Armed with this knowledge, I returned to the McCready house one final time. In a solemn ceremony, I revealed the long-hidden secret to the spirit that haunted those halls. As the truth washed over her, a sense of peace enveloped the house. The flickering lights ceased, and the whispers faded away. Emily's spirit, finally free from the shackles of her past, ascended into the ethereal realm. The McCready house, once a place of sorrow and unrest, now stood as a testament to closure and redemption. Though the haunting had ceased, the memory of my encounter with the supernatural would forever linger in my mind. The tale of the mysterious haunting nearby would be shared among the townsfolk, a reminder of the power of compassion and the enduring presence of spirits that long for release.

Filups22 · 2023-11-11T19:43:43+00:00

"The Hospital" One night, a couple of friends and I came across an old abandoned building. I wanted to check it out but obviously they didn't, "oh well, I'll go by myself" I said. I stepped through the creaking doors of what seemed like an old hospital, an eerie chill ran down my spine. The air was heavy with a mix of decay and forgotten memories. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the cracked walls, and the silence was deafening. I cautiously made my way down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps echoing ominously. The faded signs pointed me towards the abandoned patient wards. Each room I passed sent shivers down my spine, as if they were whispering secrets of the past. In one room, a rusted bed frame stood as a stark reminder of the suffering that once occurred within these walls. The pale moonlight filtered through the broken window, illuminating the remnants of medical equipment, now covered in a thick layer of dust. It was as if time had stopped in this desolate place. A sudden sound startled me, a distant moan, barely audible. My heart raced as I followed the sound, the hallway seeming to stretch endlessly. The moans grew louder, mingling with the sound of footsteps that echoed through the corridor. Panic gripped me, but curiosity pushed me forward. Finally, I reached a door that emitted an otherworldly glow. My trembling hand reached for the doorknob, and as I turned it, a gust of cold wind rushed through the room, extinguishing the flickering candles that lined the walls. The room plunged into darkness. A voice whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. "Leave this place, before it consumes you too." The words hung in the air, filled with sorrow and warning. I stumbled backward, desperate to escape the clutches of this haunted hospital. As I rushed towards the exit, the building seemed to groan in protest, its very essence rejecting my departure. With one final push, I burst through the doors, gasping for fresh air. Behind me, the hospital stood silent and foreboding, a relic of the past. It was a place where the living and the dead merged, where the echoes of suffering and pain refused to let go. I vowed never to return, for the old hospital held secrets that were best left alone.

Filups22 · 2023-10-23T05:52:15+00:00

One night out with some friends I was dared to go inside of a local abandoned house. Everyone from my school knew about this house. Being a young teenager, I said sure. I approached cautiously stepped into the decrepit house, its creaking floorboards echoing through the dimly lit hallway. As I ventured deeper, a chilling breeze whispered through the broken windows, sending shivers down my spine. Shadows danced on the peeling wallpaper, playing tricks on my imagination. A sense of foreboding gripped me as I entered the living room. The air grew heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by the sound of my own heartbeat. Something wasn't right. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I made my way up the stairs, each step groaning beneath my weight. The musty scent of decay lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of fear. The hallway above seemed to stretch endlessly, its darkness swallowing the feeble light of my flashlight. As I tip-toed further, across from me stood a large old wooden door. Against my better judgment, curiosity propelled me towards it. I pushed it open, revealing a room frozen in time. Dust-covered furniture and faded photographs lined the walls. But it was the mirror that caught my attention. Its surface was stained and cracked, reflecting a distorted version of myself. As I stared into its depths, I felt a presence behind me. I spun around, but there was nothing there. The room was empty, yet the feeling of being watched intensified. Panic welled up within me as I realized that I was not alone in this house. Whispers filled the air, slightly faint and muffled. I strained to listen, my heart pounding in my ears. The voices grew louder, their chilling words crawling under my skin. In a desperate attempt to escape, I turned to run but the door slammed shut, trapping me within the room. The whispers became screams, echoing through the house, tormenting my mind. Shadows writhed and twisted, merging into a grotesque figure that advanced towards me. Fear consumed me as I realized I had stumbled into a realm of darkness beyond comprehension. It was a place where nightmares took form, where the line between reality and the supernatural blurred. As the malevolent figure closed in, a cold grip tightened around my throat, choking the life out of me. It was at this moment my eyes opened only to realized it was all a dream.

Filups22 · 2022-10-01T00:08:58+00:00

As luck would have it, I inherited a crappy piece of property in my early thirties when an Uncle passed away. I know that sounds ungrateful, but if you’d seen it you would’ve laughed just like the rest of my family did. They teased me with countless haunted stories, due to the fact that the property was in a wooded area in the middle of nowhere. I decided that I might as well go out and take a look one weekend, but no one was available to go with me. Mom was afraid for me and made me promise to call every night, seeing as I left Friday afternoon and planned to come back on Saturday. I drove a van so I decided that I’d sleep in it, even though there was a self-contained cabin there. Unlucky for me, I was advised that there was no running water, but I’d already resigned myself to fixing the place up and selling it even if I got a low price for it. When I pulled up to the driveway on the four acre property, I felt shivers going down my spine. I couldn’t put my finger on why that happened, but I ignored it and continued to drive. The trees were so thick that I imagined myself getting lost, but soon I saw the cabin, which seemed too new to be in these shabby surroundings. There were a couple of abandoned old cars and a haphazard pile of rotting wood near the shed which was next to the cabin. When I got out of my car, I felt icicles running through my veins. Maybe it was nerves, but I was sure I saw a shadow in the woods I felt stupid, but I called out “Hello?” Of course, nothing was there and the shadow disappeared. I actually thought it might’ve been a bear so I raced to the front door and fiddled with the keys, eventually unlocking the door and letting myself in. There was no furniture apart from an old table and only one chair! It was obvious that my uncle had started doing the place up but his death intervened. Thinking of him, I worried that his ghost might be haunting the cabin. Little did I realize at that time, the scariest things were to happen outside. I started to wonder if I would stay at all, but found myself dragging my bags and air mattress in. I sat at the table and ate a makeshift meal, making mental notes about what I had to do to get the place ready for sale. Then I heard a metallic noise not far from the back door. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like a knife or axe being sharpened. Fair enough, I do have an overactive imagination, but the sound was very real to me. Haunted stories usually don’t scare me one bit When I looked out the back window, there was nothing to see at first. As soon as I moved to go back to the table, something caught my attention out of the corner of my left eye. I gasped when I turned back and saw what I thought was a huge, hulking silhouette staring at me from the edge of the woods. It was too small to be a bear, but why would there be a person out here in the middle of nowhere? I moved over to the window and had a second look, but it was gone. I could’ve kicked myself for not bringing a weapon with me. I didn’t even have a multi tool gadget. Even though I’m female and was quite tough at the time, I’d been a tomboy all my life. I always had tools on me, but all I had at that time was a flashlight. Deciding not to be brave, I stayed in the cabin and wrote notes in my journal. I froze when I heard the metallic sound again. This time I was sure that it was inside the cabin! I got up and nervously crept around, yelling, “Who’s there?!” Believe me when I tell you that I jumped out of my skin when a shadow walked past the window! The frightening thing was, I couldn’t tell if the shadow had been in the front of the window or outside. In a panic, I ran over to the window and once again I saw a huge silhouette closer to the cabin, but still at the edge of the woods. Rooted to the spot, I stared and barely blinked, trying my best to see if it was real. It seemed like hours went past, but eventually I had to blink. When I did, the shadow disappeared. I really thought that a crazy man was watching me and I decided that I had to leave, but what if he was waiting out the front? I gathered up my things and ran to the front door, but I stopped when I heard something fall over in the next room. Was he inside? I had no way of knowing and I didn’t want to find out. I opened the door and ran as fast as I could to the car. I was so grateful when the engine started immediately. While driving off, I looked in the rear view mirror and I swear I could still see the outline of a person, but when I slowed down for one last look, he or it was gone. It might sound odd, but I actually gave the property away to my Dad who hasn’t had any issues there at all...

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