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by Amelia Little

1854, Savannah, Georgia.

“Thomas Wilson, you are going to Hell.” The deep voice seemed to resonate and echo in Wilson’s skull. It was Kendrick Burnell. The dead slave…

Thomas Wilson was a rich cotton farmer who owned 85 slaves. He treated them with contempt, whipping, beating, and overworking them. He would keep them working in his fields from the morning’s first light until it was too dark to see. He had mistreated one slave particularly badly, a man by the name of Kendrick Burnell.

That man died.

Wilson had not really cared, making the other slaves hastily bury the poor man in a small patch of unused land. He was sitting on his front porch chair, smoking a pipe and reading a newspaper. Kendrick had died two weeks ago, and Thomas Wilson had already forgotten about the dead slave. With a loud yawn, he walked down to his crops, inspecting the sweaty slaves who were working in the fields. He noticed a young boy, about seven years old, stalked over to him and slapped him in the face. The boy cried out and dropped to his knees as Wilson shouted at him.

“Get up you filthy rat,” he screamed, “Get up!”

The child staggered to his feet and scrambled away. Wilson stood there panting, exulting in the feeling of power and control. Suddenly he felt a cold hand grasp his shoulder. He turned around, balling his fist to hit whichever slave had dared to touch him. All he saw was a pearly white figure, with loose robes swirling round its feet.

Thomas took a quick step back, gasping and feeling his knees turn to jelly. The ghost spoke again.

“Thomas Wilson, you are a wicked murderer, and a black-hearted sinner.”

Wilson tried to punch the man, but his fist flew right through him.

“Go away, you devil!” he yelled, then turned and ran back up to the house. His wife met him and asked what had happened. He barged past and snapped that he would take all of his meals in his bedroom. The next day, the phantom appeared again, this time saying nothing, he stood staring at Thomas Wilson. The distressed Wilson fled to his room and locked the door. Over the next week, the spirit returned to haunt Wilson, eventually driving the vile slave owner mad.

On Friday the 23, June 1854, Thomas Wilson was found dead, shot in the head with a pistol. His wife sold the plantation and slaves, and then moved with the rest of her family to Virginia. The reason for the suspected suicide was never discovered, though Wilson’s wife stated that her husband had been acting oddly for the weeks leading up to his death.

by Cecile Husserl

At first, Will thought it was his alarm clock.

But it continued long after he had smashed the silver button on its infernal, shiny, surface. “Stop.” He called, his voice muffled by the pillow he had pulled over his ears. The beeping didn’t listen to him. It was audible over every sound, including the loud groan he made as he pulled himself out of bed.

Usually he didn’t get up so early on weekends, but this was an exception. He groggily searched his room for any sign of the beeping.

The sound seemed to chuckle in his ears. A menacing, sharp chuckle.

Something was definitely wrong. Will rushed into the living room of his apartment and swiveled his head in search of the noise. Was the microwave broken again? Were the smoke alarms going off? There must have been some kind of mistake.

Beep.

He couldn’t find a single thing that could possibly be the source of the annoying noise. Maybe it’ll go away by itself, he thought. Maybe this is just a silly dream. He sat on the worn leather chair in his living room, deep in thought. Suddenly, he heard a knock that startled him out of his wits. He made his way towards the door, and opened it half-heartedly.

His sleepy eyes darted across the thin corridor outside of his apartment. A woman with dirty blond hair and an accusing expression stood there, silently judging him.

“Come on, Will.” She said, “We have to go. I don’t want to miss Natalie’s birthday.”

Will was completely bewildered. Birthday? Natalie? The beeping increased its speed, resounding fiercely in his ears. Wasn’t she his… girlfriend? Natalie was her sister, right?

“Yes…”

He stammered, trying to remember who Natalie was.

“I’ll be ready in just a second. And, I’ll bring a… present.”

“Don’t worry about getting her a present, I have one in the car.”

“…Okay”

A few minutes later, he was riding with his girlfriend, Kate, (Wasn’t that her name?) The beeping was still there, but she seemed unfazed.

“Kate,” He said, staring at the road ahead. “Do you hear it? The beeping noise?”’

Kate sighed and blew a wisp of hair from her face. “No Will, I don’t hear any beeping.”

He paused, bringing a hand up to his ear.

“It’s just… I’ve been hearing this strange beeping sound all morning.”

Kate laughed.

“You can be hilarious sometimes. Beeping?”

He grimaced internally. Doesn’t she hear it? She obviously thought I was joking…

They didn’t see the truck in time. Maybe if they had, they could have avoided it. Kate screamed and tried to swerve, but it was too late. The mass of metal collided into their tiny car with full force, and the whole world seemed to shatter around them. For the second time that day, his eyes opened, only to be met with the stark white of a hospital room. Now the beeping was all around him, so fast it solidified into a single sound. Then it stopped.

by Breindel Weaver

I stepped off of the school bus slowly taking every detail in. I was very nervous, for we were at the town cemetery. Apparently, on this field trip we were going to learn about past soldiers that were in the civil war. I don’t know about you, but cemeteries creep me out. All of my classmates were trying to scare each other by telling each other that the dead would come for us if we stepped onto their grave.

“Grab a pencil and a sheet of paper to take notes on.” My teacher, Ms. Ann, said as we all set our stuff down.

After we had all of our supplies our teacher started to inform us on the history of our town in the civil war. After, that we had to go around and look at peoples graves. I saw a newborn baby’s grave which made me sad and scared at the same time. Then, an annoying boy in my class, Billy , shoved me and I fell onto the baby’s grave. Billy laughed and strutted away as I scrambled to get off the grave. The baby’s grave was the last grave to look at, so we all started to hand in our notes. I started to walk towards Ms. Ann, but I realized I dropped my note sheet when Billy pushed me. I ran over to the baby grave, but my note sheet wasn’t there. I looked all over for it and then I realized that my class was gone.

I started running, but when I got to the edge of the cemetery, the school bus was already gone along with my classmates. I tried to calm down as I paced around the cemetery, but then I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck. I cautiously looked behind me, but no one was there. I then tripped and fell into a deep, dark hole. The hole was so deep, I realized that it must be a grave. I then again felt the breath again on my neck, and I screamed for help.

However, all I could hear was the echo of my voice screaming,“Help, Help, Help.”

I then felt a small hand grab my ankle and trip me. I fell and looked around me and saw a newborn baby standing there.

It was cackling and saying, “I will never be alone again, I will never be alone again.”

I started screaming and crying as the baby crawled towards me. I tried to scale the walls of the grave, but it was no use. Then, I looked up and there was Billy.

“Help me.” I screamed.

“Why would I help you,” Billy said, “When I was the one who pushed you onto this grave. Goodbye, for you will be stuck here forever.”

After that comment Billy started to bury me in the grave as the baby cackled, “Never, ever alone again.”

From that moment on I was living among the dead for the rest of my life.

by Liam Walls

One day this group of friends were sitting in the basement. They were on their phone when one of the boys, Freddy, saw a post “DO NOT GO TO THIS ABANDONED MOVIE THEATER!” He told the others about what he saw.

The next day comes around and they are in the car, driving to the railroad. There are no roads going to it so they have to walk on a railroad to find the theater. Once they got to the railroad they started their trek to the theater. “Hey guys, look!” Vance (the leader of the group) said. Through a little gap in the tree line you could see a building. Unsure if it was the theater, the boys went towards it

Once they got to it they entered. It did not look like the pictures they saw online, but they thought they were in the wrong part of it. After exploring for one hour thirty minutes and not finding an exit, suspicion started to arouse. Room after room, door after door, it seemed to be unending. Finally, they found the room that was in the picture. Soon after they recognized it they saw a camera on the floor next to a phone. They wondered if it was the phone of the person that posted the pictures.

They decided to look at the pictures on the camera roll. Every photo was corrupted with a weird symbol in the middle. The symbol was almost like an addition sign with a multiplication sign overlaid on top of it. Everybody thought something was off so they decided to look for the exit. As soon as they went to turn back the door that they came from. But it was not there. Only a wall with the strange sign painted on top of it.

The boys started panicking looking for an exit. Everytime they turned around a different wall was there. Then, Greg, the biggest and strongest one of the group, suddenly disappeared. Freddy noticed that he was gone and started painicing. He crawled into a ball and layed on the floor. He then shut his eyes as tight as he could. Even with his eyes shut he could see nothing but that symbol in his head. Then everything seemed calm.

A cool breeze suddenly flowed throughout the room. Everyone looked up, even Freddy. There was a door leading straight out to the outside. With caution, they walked outside. But what they saw made their hearts sink. It was the railroad, but there were thousands of theaters. Never ending. Every building had the symbol. It seemed to never end. Then, they saw Greg. They went towards him just to find out it was a holograph. With him repeating over and over, “I am gone.” with it sounds like real parts of him pleading for help in the middle of the rotation. Then, something happened. They were all in the basement again, and everyone remembered what happened except Greg. It was like it never happened.

by Mason Jordan

Every October 1st the Hook Man walks the streets with a hook for a hand, looking for the children that made fun of him. He is seeking sweet revenge! As he walks through the streets of the town, he starts snatching up kids and takes them to the old shut down mill on the backstreets on the west side of town where he does things you don’t want to imagine. He puts them in the big fish tanks, closes the lid on the tanks and locks it. Once Halloween night comes, he turns them into fish chum, while parents are worried sick about their children. At 9:00 when the kids haven’t returned from trick or treating, the parents decide that they need to meet up and make a plan for finding their children, because something is clearly wrong. They all meet at the fountain on the town square. They’ve heard the rumors that the Hook Man will turn kids to fish chum at 12:00, so time is of the essence. As they are making their plan, one of the parent’s spots the Hook Man walking down the neighborhood. The parents start running after him, but this scares him, so he runs into the safety of the woods. It is now 11:00 and time is running out! The kids have yet to be found, and the parents are feeling defeated. They decide that enough is enough! They are going to find him and their kids before it’s too late! The parents grab pitchforks and baseball bats and go into the woods to find the Hook Man. They spot him running towards the mill and immediately know that they must catch him if they want their kids back. The parents kick in the door right where the Hook Man and the children are. The parents start fighting the Hook Man with the pitchforks and bats. It’s a brutal battle and blood is splattering everywhere. At the back of the mill is a cliff that leads to a freezing river below. They push him out the back door where the cliff is. He is now at a standoff with the parents! The Hook Man attempts to push the parents and a tussle ensues. After a few minutes of struggle, the Hook Man loses his balance and fell into the freezing water below. About that time, the cops arrive on the scene to find the parents just staring into the deep dark water below. The echos of children slightly heard in the background. Then the loud banging starts! That’s when they realize that the children are in the huge metal fish tanks. Immediately, they run to the tanks and start rescuing the children. One by one they are all saved. Each one is traumatized by the event, but they are alive and that’s what everyone wanted. The Hook Man was pronounced dead, but to this day you can still hear his voice cascading down the canyon late at night on Halloween.