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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 07/18/2016
blackouts
Born 1995, M, from Ridgeland,ms, United States Minor Outlying IslandsWhen I was young I did not realize that I was different from other people .It wasn’t till I got older that I realized that everyone could not see what I see hear what I hear and feel the things that I could I always kept it to my self-people would think me crazy may label me as a paranoid schizophrenic and heavily medicate me so yeah I kept it to myself but by doing so I kept to myself for the most part isolating myself from the world
As a child I would try to catch the strange looking cat that was translucent I did not realize I was trying to ghost cat. As a teenager I moved into my grandparents’ house that was at least a hundred years old or that is as far back as we could find records. My mom and uncle said that they thought the house was haunted but my grandfather said it was all in are heads. But my head told me that I was seeing things that I wasn’t meant to see, people and animals that have passed away, some good and helpful ,others malicious and evil. For a long time in the back of my head I doubted myself, thought that maybe I just might just be crazy.
Then it happened after years of being tormented by these things that may or may not exist. I lashed out and yelled, “leave me alone, go to hell!” then I heard a voice say ,”no you go to hell ! “then all of a sudden I felt the pressure on my neck and I couldn’t breathe .My mind told me to fight back but it would have been in vain so I did the only thing I could do. With my body so weak I crawled to the front door and rolled myself down the short flight of stairs in an attempt to escape with my life .Once I hit the ground it was over. That’s when I knew for certain I wasn’t crazy then another thought came to mind that if they can hurt me there must be a way for me to hurt them too.
Needless to say I did not sleep at home that night. I did what any rational person would do. I got a bottle of whiskey and went to spend the night at my friend Robert’s house. He lives out in the country , kind of in the middle of nowhere surrounded by only trees. In no time I was too drunk to care about the night’s events and it didn’t take much either because I’m not much of a drinker. Then Robert asked me if I wanted to take a walk in the woods so we talk in private because he could tell I was troubled .So I went for the walk .But out of fear of loosing my only friend ,I lied saying that I was depressed and nothing was going right in my life. As he was trying to console me ,it fell on deaf ears because as we were walking in the woods I had this strange feeling that there was somewhere I was supposed to go like something was drawing me there. Being the naturally curious person that I was I had to go check it out. I told my friend that I had to take a leak and went deeper in the woods,
That’s where I found it, as soon as I felt a hard metal object under my foot I knew that this was what drew me deeper into the woods .It resembled a machete but short , was very old and rusted possibly an antique. I thought maybe it could be worth some money so when I picked it up I found that it was very heavy and instantly fell in love with it but I could really use the money so when we got back to the house where we could inspect it in the light I asked his opinion of why it was so heavy he explained that they used to make knives out of iron .This excited me because I’ve never heard of an iron knife and I was certain it was going to be worth a lot of money. I told my friend that I had drank too much and needed to lay down but really I wanted to get on my phone and see exactly how much it was worth. I did this because I didn’t want to share the money I’m not a really greedy person but I need the money bad .My truck was going to give out on me any day it was on its last leg and that was my only way to work.
When I looked up the value of the knife I discovered that iron knives have a supernatural quality of hurting ghosts so I decided to forget about selling it because my truck wouldn’t do me much good if I had another run in with my tormenter. I thought perhaps it was the hand of god that lead me to this knife. The following morning I immediately headed home excited about my find .When I arrived home I couldn’t wait to start working on the knife ,I felt compelled to restore it to former glory. At first I started cleaning the rust off I scrubbed from morning to night strangely time seemed to fly by .I checked the time at 11am and the next time I looked at the clock it was midnight but even more perplexing was the strange electric feeling I had when I was holding it I felt as if I was unstoppable a god among men but I wasn’t too concerned because it felt good it felt right
Eagerly I waited in my bed for my tormenter to return finally he arrived to finish the job bit little did he know what I had in store for him I laid with my eyes closed as if I were asleep then after some hesitation once again I felt a strong hand wrap around my neck then I slowly reached for the iron knife I had hidden under the pillow beside me in one swift motion I brought the knife down on his head and he cried in agony as he faded away I smirked and said no you go to hell after that experience I felt triumphant like I could handle anything.
As for the knife it still needed work the more I worked on it the closer I felt to it.by the next night it was shined and polished with a razors edge but still I felt that my job wasn’t finished with this strange relic I continued to shine and polish it compulsively even though it already had a sheen I did this until I became too tired and went to sleep.
The next thing I knew I woke up on a park bench a few blocks from my house in the dead of night with a strange taste in my mouth when I reached for my phone to check the time I realized I was covered in blood but it was not my own I didn’t know why the last thing I remember was falling asleep in my bed franticly I ran home keeping in the shadows for fear that someone would see me
When I arrived home I went straight to the bathroom to clean the blood off of me when I looked in the mirror there was blood on my face and around my mouth as I looked at my blood on my shirt it wasn’t splatted but dripped then I realized what I had done but not to whom or what I did it to I was thinking possibly I got in a I got in a fight with an animal that attacked me I’ve heard that people have blackouts of traumatic events that had to be what happened however to my dismay when I pulled the pocket knife out it was clean all comfort that came from the thought left as swiftly as it came I ate someone or something alive ! what’s wrong with me have I went insane .no that wasn’t me I couldn’t have done that I was possessed that was it maybe I didn’t win after all was what I thought a scream of agony really my tormentors attempt attempt at a laugh? Because now I’m in a living hell
Then next day I avidly watched the news looking for something amiss a missing person or some strange occurrence praying that there wasn’t but there was nothing on the news and I was relieved then the thought occurred what if they just haven’t found the body yet
I was so overwhelmed that I could no longer keep it to myself I confided in the only person in the world that I could trust with my dark secret my mother. She immediately told me to burn the clothes and tell no one else what I have told her as she was trying to help me figure out what was happening I told her everything the attack the knife everything. she tried to keep an open mind but she was really worried but I knew that she thought I had gone crazy but she wanted to be there for me.
I sat up in bed that night afraid to go to sleep afraid of what I might do but emotionally drained exhaustion took over once again I awoke at the same bench but this time it was my blood I was covered in. again I ran home in the same fashion as the night before. As I examined myself to find the source of the blood I found a deep gash palm yet my knife was still clean was it all just my blood? did I get in a fight with a man or an animal? or did I get cut on a fence? I don’t know I can’t remember anything the next day I told my mom that it happened again even knowing what she thought it still made me feel better to talk about it she was concerned that I would hurt myself again or someone in the house so she took all my knives even my special one I protested but she took it anyways when I was at work
She slept with it under her bed that night. Later that night I was shaken awake by my mother in tears covered in blood shakenly she told me that she awoke on the same bench with no memory of what happened or how she got there then we knew the source of these blackouts the knife that I was so drawn to.It was not the hand of god but the hand of Satan it was cursed and whomever owns it becomes its slave.
I urged my mom to go clean up and burn her clothes after that we decided to dispose of the knife where no one else can find it and become a victim of the curse so we drove out to the reservoir . I renounced ownership of the evil that that knife represented then I threw it as hard as I could off the pier it was agonizing as if I was throwing my own child into the water after it sunk deep down out of sight I felt as if a weight had been lifted it was over.
On the news weeks later it was reported that a local fisherman was found on a bench covered in blood holding a strange looking knife. As the police tried to take it away from him he fought back and was shot and fatally wounded he was thought to be a serial killer responsible for recent string of grisly murders where the victims were partially eaten. It wasn’t reported on the news about the murders because they didn’t want the killer to know that they were on his trail.The knife now resides in the police evidence lockup.
Who will it call next?
blackouts(jonathan tuttle)
When I was young I did not realize that I was different from other people .It wasn’t till I got older that I realized that everyone could not see what I see hear what I hear and feel the things that I could I always kept it to my self-people would think me crazy may label me as a paranoid schizophrenic and heavily medicate me so yeah I kept it to myself but by doing so I kept to myself for the most part isolating myself from the world
As a child I would try to catch the strange looking cat that was translucent I did not realize I was trying to ghost cat. As a teenager I moved into my grandparents’ house that was at least a hundred years old or that is as far back as we could find records. My mom and uncle said that they thought the house was haunted but my grandfather said it was all in are heads. But my head told me that I was seeing things that I wasn’t meant to see, people and animals that have passed away, some good and helpful ,others malicious and evil. For a long time in the back of my head I doubted myself, thought that maybe I just might just be crazy.
Then it happened after years of being tormented by these things that may or may not exist. I lashed out and yelled, “leave me alone, go to hell!” then I heard a voice say ,”no you go to hell ! “then all of a sudden I felt the pressure on my neck and I couldn’t breathe .My mind told me to fight back but it would have been in vain so I did the only thing I could do. With my body so weak I crawled to the front door and rolled myself down the short flight of stairs in an attempt to escape with my life .Once I hit the ground it was over. That’s when I knew for certain I wasn’t crazy then another thought came to mind that if they can hurt me there must be a way for me to hurt them too.
Needless to say I did not sleep at home that night. I did what any rational person would do. I got a bottle of whiskey and went to spend the night at my friend Robert’s house. He lives out in the country , kind of in the middle of nowhere surrounded by only trees. In no time I was too drunk to care about the night’s events and it didn’t take much either because I’m not much of a drinker. Then Robert asked me if I wanted to take a walk in the woods so we talk in private because he could tell I was troubled .So I went for the walk .But out of fear of loosing my only friend ,I lied saying that I was depressed and nothing was going right in my life. As he was trying to console me ,it fell on deaf ears because as we were walking in the woods I had this strange feeling that there was somewhere I was supposed to go like something was drawing me there. Being the naturally curious person that I was I had to go check it out. I told my friend that I had to take a leak and went deeper in the woods,
That’s where I found it, as soon as I felt a hard metal object under my foot I knew that this was what drew me deeper into the woods .It resembled a machete but short , was very old and rusted possibly an antique. I thought maybe it could be worth some money so when I picked it up I found that it was very heavy and instantly fell in love with it but I could really use the money so when we got back to the house where we could inspect it in the light I asked his opinion of why it was so heavy he explained that they used to make knives out of iron .This excited me because I’ve never heard of an iron knife and I was certain it was going to be worth a lot of money. I told my friend that I had drank too much and needed to lay down but really I wanted to get on my phone and see exactly how much it was worth. I did this because I didn’t want to share the money I’m not a really greedy person but I need the money bad .My truck was going to give out on me any day it was on its last leg and that was my only way to work.
When I looked up the value of the knife I discovered that iron knives have a supernatural quality of hurting ghosts so I decided to forget about selling it because my truck wouldn’t do me much good if I had another run in with my tormenter. I thought perhaps it was the hand of god that lead me to this knife. The following morning I immediately headed home excited about my find .When I arrived home I couldn’t wait to start working on the knife ,I felt compelled to restore it to former glory. At first I started cleaning the rust off I scrubbed from morning to night strangely time seemed to fly by .I checked the time at 11am and the next time I looked at the clock it was midnight but even more perplexing was the strange electric feeling I had when I was holding it I felt as if I was unstoppable a god among men but I wasn’t too concerned because it felt good it felt right
Eagerly I waited in my bed for my tormenter to return finally he arrived to finish the job bit little did he know what I had in store for him I laid with my eyes closed as if I were asleep then after some hesitation once again I felt a strong hand wrap around my neck then I slowly reached for the iron knife I had hidden under the pillow beside me in one swift motion I brought the knife down on his head and he cried in agony as he faded away I smirked and said no you go to hell after that experience I felt triumphant like I could handle anything.
As for the knife it still needed work the more I worked on it the closer I felt to it.by the next night it was shined and polished with a razors edge but still I felt that my job wasn’t finished with this strange relic I continued to shine and polish it compulsively even though it already had a sheen I did this until I became too tired and went to sleep.
The next thing I knew I woke up on a park bench a few blocks from my house in the dead of night with a strange taste in my mouth when I reached for my phone to check the time I realized I was covered in blood but it was not my own I didn’t know why the last thing I remember was falling asleep in my bed franticly I ran home keeping in the shadows for fear that someone would see me
When I arrived home I went straight to the bathroom to clean the blood off of me when I looked in the mirror there was blood on my face and around my mouth as I looked at my blood on my shirt it wasn’t splatted but dripped then I realized what I had done but not to whom or what I did it to I was thinking possibly I got in a I got in a fight with an animal that attacked me I’ve heard that people have blackouts of traumatic events that had to be what happened however to my dismay when I pulled the pocket knife out it was clean all comfort that came from the thought left as swiftly as it came I ate someone or something alive ! what’s wrong with me have I went insane .no that wasn’t me I couldn’t have done that I was possessed that was it maybe I didn’t win after all was what I thought a scream of agony really my tormentors attempt attempt at a laugh? Because now I’m in a living hell
Then next day I avidly watched the news looking for something amiss a missing person or some strange occurrence praying that there wasn’t but there was nothing on the news and I was relieved then the thought occurred what if they just haven’t found the body yet
I was so overwhelmed that I could no longer keep it to myself I confided in the only person in the world that I could trust with my dark secret my mother. She immediately told me to burn the clothes and tell no one else what I have told her as she was trying to help me figure out what was happening I told her everything the attack the knife everything. she tried to keep an open mind but she was really worried but I knew that she thought I had gone crazy but she wanted to be there for me.
I sat up in bed that night afraid to go to sleep afraid of what I might do but emotionally drained exhaustion took over once again I awoke at the same bench but this time it was my blood I was covered in. again I ran home in the same fashion as the night before. As I examined myself to find the source of the blood I found a deep gash palm yet my knife was still clean was it all just my blood? did I get in a fight with a man or an animal? or did I get cut on a fence? I don’t know I can’t remember anything the next day I told my mom that it happened again even knowing what she thought it still made me feel better to talk about it she was concerned that I would hurt myself again or someone in the house so she took all my knives even my special one I protested but she took it anyways when I was at work
She slept with it under her bed that night. Later that night I was shaken awake by my mother in tears covered in blood shakenly she told me that she awoke on the same bench with no memory of what happened or how she got there then we knew the source of these blackouts the knife that I was so drawn to.It was not the hand of god but the hand of Satan it was cursed and whomever owns it becomes its slave.
I urged my mom to go clean up and burn her clothes after that we decided to dispose of the knife where no one else can find it and become a victim of the curse so we drove out to the reservoir . I renounced ownership of the evil that that knife represented then I threw it as hard as I could off the pier it was agonizing as if I was throwing my own child into the water after it sunk deep down out of sight I felt as if a weight had been lifted it was over.
On the news weeks later it was reported that a local fisherman was found on a bench covered in blood holding a strange looking knife. As the police tried to take it away from him he fought back and was shot and fatally wounded he was thought to be a serial killer responsible for recent string of grisly murders where the victims were partially eaten. It wasn’t reported on the news about the murders because they didn’t want the killer to know that they were on his trail.The knife now resides in the police evidence lockup.
Who will it call next?
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