posted on Oct, 21 2012 @ 07:13 PM
First things first. My name is Amy and I’m nineteen (I’ll be twenty at the end of the month). I know people always say this, but I am a long time
lurker. Well, maybe not a long time, but it’s been a few months since I was first shown the site, and I’ve been busy reading and digging ever
since. I’m still not quite sure about signing up, so Chris is letting me use his account to post this. He’s a very good friend of mine and I just
hope he doesn’t read this, he doesn’t know what I’m writing and I’m sure he wouldn’t approve. But I have to tell you my story.
That story begins last Christmas, not long after I started browsing here. It was a snowless Christmas that actually felt more like Spring. I remember
because I spent a lot of the day outside after a morning with my brother and my parents. I’ve always liked going for walks down a gravel road not
far from my house. It’s a quiet spot where I can think and be alone. I appreciate the times when I can be alone. This time, while I was walking, I
had more to think about. I had only recently become awake to all that’s truly going on around me, and I took the time to really process it and
decide on which side I wanted to be. I figured there was no better time to do this kind of thinking than at the end of the year, to start fresh in the
coming year, especially if the coming year could be my last. I was never sure how I felt about all the 2012 theories. The whole mythology just felt
too all over the place to be true at all. But I decided I would prepare anyway, just in case. I started doing things like reading up on economics and
politics, and paying more attention to how the media uses all kinds of propaganda to control how we think and act. I decided that if nothing happened
then at least I’d be ahead of the game. It didn’t take long before I started picking up on the most subliminal tactics. With it being Christmas,
the tactics only got more frequent. So I went for a walk to get it all sorted out in my mind, and to get away from it for a bit.
I first felt like I was being followed when I heard something that sounded like the crunch of gravel not far being me. I turned around, but I
couldn’t see anything. The path goes deep into the woods, and there are plenty of animals around, so I didn’t think much of it at first. I kept
walking for a few more minutes, until I heard it again. This time it seemed closer, but I still didn’t see anything. At that point, I was too
nervous to keep going, so I started heading back. I was about fifteen minutes from the main road. Whatever was following me sounded too heavy to be a
small animal. I figured it must either be a deer or a person. We don’t have bears in the area, and anything smaller wouldn’t have been so loud.
I made it back home without hearing anything else, but I still sensed I was being followed. I couldn’t shake it. Whatever it was seemed to always be
just a few steps behind me. It was still on my mind that night when I went to bed. It took me a while to get to sleep, but when I did all I did was
dream about strange things before waking up in the middle of it, just to fall back to sleep and dream more strange things. All night, this went on. I
don’t remember many details of the dreams very clearly, just some general aspects of the last one. I do remember seeing children doing backflips
from old cars, and they kept hitting their heads on the windshields and cutting the tops of their heads off. I remember the slices of skull and flesh
lying on the hoods of the cars, and the kids would pick them up and put them back on and continue on as if nothing had happened. One of the kids
looked at me, I remember his face quite clearly, and he vomited what looked like creamed corn. I had no idea what to make of it, so I did some
research into dream meanings. Ultimately, I came to the conclusion that the dream was trying to show me the indifference and pretense that surrounds
me. People act like children, mindlessly doing their tricks for a junk system while vomiting lies and hypocrisy. With that, the state of the world
became even more impressed on me.
This brings me to June, almost exactly four months ago. I usually don’t buy groceries locally in the village, but I just happened to need milk and I
couldn’t get to town for a couple days. It was a beautiful day, so I decided to walk to the store. It’s about a half-hour walk from my house along
the main road, but I can halve that by cutting straight through a bit of a wooded area behind some unoccupied homes. By this time, I had all but
forgotten about my earlier Christmas encounter. So I started through the woods without a second thought. This wooded area is pillared with the most
magnificent golden aspen trees. It’s the only spot for miles that has them, and they stand out among the pines, which we have plenty of. It was so
beautiful that it almost made the inconvenient trip to the store worth it. I was busy looking up when something shadowy moved off to my left.
I had no time to react as something from my right threw its entire weight into me, knocking me to the ground. For a moment, I gasped for air. Then I
rolled over onto by back to look up at what had hit me. My eyes weren’t even given a chance to focus. I was hauled up by my arms and forced to
stand, though my balance was unsteady. I would have tried running away had it not been for the hands holding me in place. I would have tried screaming
had my lungs contained enough air to do so. I could do nothing but stand there, and I had a hard enough time doing that. It took a minute, but my eyes
finally managed to focus. I saw the face looking back at me. It was a face I knew. I looked over my shoulder. The face behind me was also one I was
familiar with. The one in front belonged to Will, a former classmate of mine. The other belonged to a friend of his named Frankie. Both have been
bullies for as long as I’ve known them. In the year since I graduated, that obviously hadn’t changed. I didn’t say a word. I jerked myself out
of Frankie’s hands continued walking. They followed.
What happened next, I wouldn’t have believed had I not been there to see it for myself. As I was walking, I heard their footsteps behind me, keeping
at a constant distance. After a few feet, they stopped. Just like that. No trailing off, no nothing. They just stopped. I turned. There was no one
there. I stood there, confused, for what must have been a minute or two. The trees stood tall around me. There was no wind to speak of. The only sound
was a dog barking somewhere in the village. My confusion gave way to awkward anxiety. Something was wrong, I could feel it. From the trees, my fear
was realized. Not from behind any tree, but from above. It was large and red, and it landed with a thud at my feet. I stumbled back. There was blood
on my shoes. Blood covered the ground. In the middle of it all, a blood-soaked jacket. Will’s jacket. I screamed and nearly fell. I’ve never
screamed before, for any reason. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to run, but not a muscle in my body would move. I was still screaming when
something else landed in front of me. Something apparently human, yet it seemed so inhuman. It looked like Frankie. It didn’t smell or sound like
him. A stench of rot. A sputtering growl. And his face. His face looked dead. Hollow. And I kept screaming.