Vibrations

Creak. Slam. My eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Don’t move. It can hear you.” A whisper came from the darkness.

Something scratched along the wall. Something hit the floor and skittered to my right. A muffled grunt, more scratches, and whatever it was left. I didn’t dare move. A sickly sweet smell flowed through the air towards me. It smelled familiar but I couldn’t figure out where I remembered it from. The cold stone scraped my hand as I slid it across the floor. A warm liquid slowly flowed across my fingers.

My heart thumped in my chest. I brought my fingers close to my face. The metallic smell grew stronger. It smelled like when you had pennies in your hand. It’s sickly sweet and sticky. A scream choked me. The other person was dead. What killed them? What scraped against the wall? I felt along the cold stone again and slapped my hand in the blood. It had slowly crept closer to where I was sitting. That thing scratched the wall again. It crawled to where the noise was. Whatever it was, found my hand and poked it. It pricked like a needle. I hoped it would leave, but it injected something that burned in my hand.

Another scream stopped in my throat. I couldn’t make a noise. It unstuck my hand and skittered back across the floor. My hand ached and throbbed. I slid slowly to my left. There was nothing from across the room, so I continued my slow trek across wherever I am. Both the wall and the floor were made of some kind of cold stone. I crept along the wall to the next one. The smell followed me as I crawled. My ears tuned in to the slightest of changes in sound. It hadn’t come back.

I felt along the other wall looking for a door. Cracks lined the wall, but no door. Anger flowed and my hand hit the wall. Metal scratched on the stone and the creature was on my hand again. It stabbed my hand, injecting more burning substance into me. It didn’t stop. The burning flooded my system, spreading from my arm and up to my heart. My brain felt like it was on fire. I screamed and a quick slice silenced me. Gurgling and sputtering, darkness crawled over me.


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A Trip to Lily Dale

My (now ex) boyfriend and I had read about it, and he had previously gone with his family, but we talked about going to Lily Dale in New York. That crazy psychic’s town about an hour south of Buffalo.Some people might know about Lily Dale from the Supernatural episode, but for those who are spiritually inclined, Lily Dale is kind of like the lesser known Salem. Where Salem, MA is known for its past with witchcraft and death, Lily Dale is a town full of psychics.

My boyfriend liked the experiences he had before, I think he had even paid for a reading, but isn’t spiritually aware. I had never been, so we decided to take a day trip and see the town, the stump and the area around the town. He drove, thankfully, and I sat next to him focusing on my energy, wondering what I would feel. A few years before, around the time I graduated High School I think, I met someone who unlocked a piece of me I knew I had, but had never explored. I could feel spirits. I could feel other beings just beyond the veil between our world and theirs. I knew Lily Dale was supposed to be a highly active town in spirits and energy, but I didn’t know how I would react.

We found the town and parked. They gave us a map and a schedule of the day’s events. We decided the stump would be the first thing we did since it was free and close to when we arrived. We walked, hand in hand, no one seemed to care. I asked if he felt anything different, but he didn’t really notice something off. I personally didn’t feel anything either, but I was just wondering if he did. We walked around, noticed a couple of shops to stop at after the stump. We followed the signs to the “inspiration stump” I believe it’s called. The town is actually pretty beautiful.

The path takes you passed an animal graveyard. It was cool, and some of the names were cute, but we went on to the stump. It’s supposed to be a place where open mediumship can happen. Four or five of the town psychics, which you usually have to pay for a reading, will do a free channeling of a spirit if they feel anything up. Benches line up to the stump and a bunch of the psychics walk around, talk about the past of the place and see if any spirits want to talk to the audience through them. Now, I personally think this is the only area in the town that has a strong pull to the spirit world.

As we walked up and found a bench to sit on. It felt like I was wading through water. I told my boyfriend and he couldn’t feel anything, but to me it felt like water was all around me. It felt like electricity was washing across my skin. I couldn’t sit still. It was one of the most fascinating experiences of my life so far. We sat through the people doing their readings and talking, then left at the end. I should’ve gone up to the stump, or talked to one of the psychics, but that’s for next time I guess. Neither my boyfriend at the time, nor I was picked by a spirit to talk to, so we left.

We went through a couple of the shops, I bought a necklace of a stag in a Celtic fashion because that is my sign/self/spirit animal. We walked through their fairy path and then left to go back to his house. I want to go back again, but hopefully one day. Whether this is a diary entry or just a fictitious story of us going to Lily Dale is up for you to decide. Go to Lily Dale if you want an actual spiritual experience, but don’t pay eighty bucks for a reading, it messes with the mojo and you can probably find someone to do it for free. Have fun!


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Mr. Clean

Beep Beep Beep. Beep Beep Beep. “Don’t forget about the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow. Thanks ahead of time for volunteering your apartment this time.” Scrolled across his cellphone’s screen. Jack hadn’t volunteered his apartment, Claire did. At least he didn’t have to make snacks or buy alcohol. Jack walked around the apartment, picking up random socks and stuff here and there. Dirty plates and cups littered his glass top coffee table.

Jack cleared the coffee table and tried to decide if he should put some magazines down for tomorrow or not. He figured everyone would be too busy drinking anyway, so he left them on his bookcase. It had been a while, so Jack decided to dust and clean everywhere. He began in the livingroom. He wiped off the fingerprints from the glass top, vacuumed and dusted the TV.He could finally see himself in the screen. On to the kitchen then Jack thought.

He cleaned out whatever stunk up the fridge. The oven needed some tender love and care. Jack scrubbed the crust of something baked on from last Tuesday and wiped away the grease spots from the bacon he had that morning. Jack moved on to the sink and found the culprits of the mess still dirty in the sink. He poured out the bacon grease from the pan. Jack washed the dishes and put them in their rightful places and moved on to the sink itself. He used a disinfectant spray all over the sink and the counter. His head began to swim from the fumes, but went to the bathroom.

It wasn’t disgusting, but the bathroom definitely could use some work. He switched to “Scrubbing Bubbles” and sprayed the sink, toilet and shower. Jack could see the fumes in the air as he scrubbed and wiped. His sniffed the fumes and coughed. His mind fogged over. Static flowed through his body. His hands kind of became numb.Jack’s mind went on autopilot and just cleaned. Feeling took over and let go.

Ding dong.

Ding dong ding dong.

“Jack? Are you okay?” Claire called through the door. She knocked again. Still no answer. Claire took out her key for emergencies and opened the door. The apartment was spotless. “Jack?” Claire called again. Some mumbling could be heard from Jack’s bedroom. “Jack” She moved into his room. “Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?” She screamed. Claire called 911. “Hi, I need an ambulance at the Schloafer Apartment Complex. My friend’s hand are bleeding, and I don’t know how long he’s been this way…yes I’ll stay on the line until they get here.” Claire watched as Jack kept cleaning. His fingers were bleeding. Bits of skin were missing from his fingers. Smears of blood stained everything in the room. “Help is coming.” He wouldn’t stop scrubbing.


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Is That My Face?

Jared walked through a crowded sidewalk on his way home from work. It hadn’t been a nice day, and he just couldn’t wait to get home and relax. He stopped in a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria for dinner. Jared ordered a couple of plain pepperoni slices and left.

“I’m sorry.” He bumped into someone on the sidewalk. He swore the person looked like guy who was selling pizzas in that restaurant. He did a double take but went back to walking. His feet were on autopilot. His mind wandered and he noticed something odd. He saw them out of the corner of his eyes. The people he walked by looked the same? He stopped. The next person walking towards him looked the same. His heart thumped in his chest. What the fuck is going on? He thought. Jared ran. He tried to keep hold on his pizza. He looked in the windows of the buildings he passed. The reflection staring back at him was exactly like the others. He was one of them.

Jared screamed. I can’t be one of them! I just can’t. He thought. Jared ran to his apartment complex and up to the one he owned. He opened and slammed his door. He didn’t know what to do.He turned on the tv and a news channel flashed on. The news anchor looked like him.

“We have confirmation the man in question is not at his home.” Jared could hear helicopters flying around outside. “He is terribly dangerous. Please stay away from him at all costs.” The camera switched from the guy to a camera on the helicopter. It was pointing at his apartment window. He went to the window and opened the curtain. He saw a body in the window now.

Bang Bang Bang.

Someone was at the door.

Bang Bang Bang.

Jared’s mind swirled. He could hear the person slamming into the door. The door shook and creaked. Something tapped on his window. Before he could see what it was, the person smashed through the door and someone broke the window. They were both dressed in swat gear. The person from the window took out a gun and shot Jared in the neck. Cold spread from his neck and calmed his whole body. He fell to the ground and couldn’t feel anything. His mind went foggy.

“Where? Where am I?” Jared asked. His head felt like he drank 12 shots and a few beers.

“Ah good. You’re finally awake. Now, look at the metronome and let the soothing motion flow through you. Just relax.” A voice to Jared’s left said. He saw a metronome swinging back and forth. The ticking lulled him into a meditative state. “What are you?” Jared slurred.

“Shhh sh sh. You’re going to be okay. You won’t remember what happened.” The world went black around him.


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Cracks

“Not today Satan!” Devin yells at the mirror. Something shifts slightly in the background. He nods, happy with what he had accomplished and left for class.

The bus ride to the college went well. A little itch snuck in the back of his mind. As he got off the bus and walked to class, he cracked his neck. It was something he hasn’t done in a little while. It was the beginning of the semester, he shouldn’t be stressed yet. He got to class and found an empty chair. The class was boring. Devin’s leg shook as the time clicked onwards to the end. He was barely paying attention when everyone around him started gathering their things to leave.

“What are you up to after class?” Jenny asked him.

“Probably just going to go back to my apartment. What about you?”

“I was going to stop at the coffee shop and then go to the library to study. Do you need to?” Jenny asked. She had a weird smile on her face. Devin thought she was flirting with him, but he wasn’t interested.

“I’m good actually. I need to get around for work. Thanks though.” He didn’t smile or anything and left.

He walked through the building and sauntered up to the bus station just outside of the school. He got on the bus and waited for his stop. Nothing unusual happened on the bus. He pulled the cord to stop just outside his apartment. He stared up at a window in his apartment. A chill crept down his spine.

He entered the building and went upstairs. The itch began to spread. He went to the bathroom to get around for work. Devin looked in the mirror. There was something on his face. He looked closer. There was something under his skin. He scratched it, but the thing moved. The itching in his head intensified. The skin on his face began to itch as well. He tried to scratch it, but his face burned now. He stared at his face. It looked like something was squirming. “What are you?” The itching intensified. Devin yelled in frustration. He hit the mirror and it cracked.

He grabbed a part of the mirror. Maybe he could dig whatever it was out of his face. He sliced open his cheek. The itching only moved to another part of his face. He picked, and digged and sliced. Finally, the itching was gone. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had no skin, but such a killer smile. Just like the one behind him, guiding his hand.


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Finding the Right Time

“What do you think? Will it work?”

“Without a doubt. If you’re going to make a name for yourself, better come in with a bang, so to speak.” His friend chuckled. Dale didn’t know what he was going to do, but he needed a call back for his audition for a broadway show. He needed this to work. He messed with his hair and put on his long coat. He left for his audition.

His heart pounded in his chest. He walked into the audition area and waited. When they called his name, Dale went through the door and stood there. There were two people sitting at a small table with a folder of head shots opened in front of them. The woman took notes as the man looked at Dale’s head shot. “Whenever you’re ready.” The woman said.

Dale unbuttoned his coat and let it fall off. The woman gasped, and the man couldn’t stop staring. Then he began to sing. He was a little nervous at first, but gained his confidence and finished “Don’t Let Me Go” from Shrek the Musical. He couldn’t tell if the look on their faces was a look of awe, or disbelief of what they just witnessed. Dale waited a second, grabbed his coat and left. He hoped he made a crazy first impression. He auditioned for The Dangling Choir, and all male, naked chorus that sang famous songs from musicals and other songs depending on the season. Maybe it will work out. Dale returned to his apartment.

“Dude, how did it go? Did you somehow manage to come home without putting your coat on. You’re still naked you know right?” His friend laughed at him.

“I uh, I must have forgotten in all the nerves and everything.” Dale blushed. “I think it went well. I stunned them into silence and then left before they could react. We’ll just have to see.” Dale said and sat on the couch. His friend joined him and they began to play a game.

A couple of days later, Dale received a phone call from the woman he met at the audition.

“Hello, is this Dale?”

“This is him.”

“Good, this is the woman from the audition for The Dangling Choir, I am sorry we didn’t say anything after your audition, we were both in shock. None of the others had the, tenacity, that you showed us, can you come back on Thursday at 3?”

“Yes, um, thank you. I will definitely be there. I promise to stay clothed this time.” He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Don’t worry about that on our counts, but thank you. See you then.”

“Yes, thank you!” Dale closed the call and ran into the livingroom. “Dude! I have a callback!”

“Nice man! Break a leg again!” His friend hugged him. They stayed together a bit longer than normal. “I can’t wait to see you in that show.” He winked at Dale.


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What Can You Do?

“What are you doing? Don’t you know that will bring them to us?” Jasmine ran over to Blake.

“What will bring who to us?” Blake froze. He wasn’t doing anything, just thinking about the leaves swirling in a tornado, but they fell as soon as Jasmine yelled.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Jasmine pointed to the pile of leaves. She looked at him expectantly.

“I seriously don’t know what you are talking about.” Blake stared at her defensively. He was just minding his own business until Jasmine freaked out. She stepped closer to him.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. Magic was forbidden in the US three decades ago. Didn’t your family tell you?” Jasmine looked incredulous, but a bit angry. She didn’t want to get caught because of this kid. “If the magic you do is strong enough, they will see it and come here.”

“Oh I didn’t know, I was just playing with the leaves. I lost my family a few years ago. They never told me anything. I’ve been living on my own ever since.” Blake looked at the ground. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt something watching them. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think someone is watching us.” Blake stared into Jasmine’s eyes.

She let go with her senses and felt something too. How did he feels something before her? “We need to leave. Now.” Jasmine grabbed on Blake’s arm.

“Where do you suggest we go?” Blake blushed at the contact.

“Through here.” Jasmine tapped on the brick wall with a key next to them. The bricks faded away and Jasmine pulled him through. When he looked back, the passage was closed. Vines grew over the wall they just came through.

“Won’t they follow us?” Blake asked and looked behind them as they ran down a tunnel with torches every so often.

“Nope, this is an obscure tunnel. It connects an area to wherever you think when you touch a wall with an item like my key. It’s kind of underground and totally illegal in most places, but when you are a part of the resistance.” Jasmine continued to pull Blake along. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him.

“Is that where we are going? To the resistance?”

“Yes. I think there is more to you than even you know. You may be the key piece we’ve been looking for.” She smiled at him. She couldn’t believe that the resistance might hang on just because of this kid, well, teenager, but still. Luck was on her side this much at least.

“What if I don’t want to join the resistance. I mean, I only just figured out I could do some kind of magic, what use could I be?”

“With a little training, I think there is no limit to what you can do. Just wait and see what the elders have to say.” Jasmine slowed down as they reached a giant oak door. She knocked three times and it swung open. “Welcome to the resistance.”


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May I Come In?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

“I told you you can’t come in. Now leave.” I yell at the window. This is the second night in a row this bitch won’t go away. Last night it was on the windows on the front of the house and now it’s banging on the windows on the right side of my house. Thank god I warded my house recently. Maybe that’s why I’m just now feeling this.

KNOCK 

KNOCK

KNOCK

You know, just because I can’t hear or see you, doesn’t mean I can’t feel you banging against my house. Now go away. This is my house. I pointed at the windows and threw my energy like a spear. The left shoulder eased. It always tenses when something is near. My left arm even tingles with electricity depending on how strong the being is. With whatever it was now gone, sleep takes over again.

It was fuzzy, but I could tell I was in a dream. I felt a coolness on my back and a slight pressure. It was like someone was hugging me while I was laying down. It also felt like I was being hugged by static from the tv. It felt so weird. I think I could faintly hear whatever it was that hugged me, but I couldn’t make out the words.

BEEP BEEP BEEP SLAM

Was it all a dream? Or did someone actually come into my room last night and hug me? I look at my phone and something odd was laying next to it. It was the prayer card I received at my grandfather’s funeral a couple years ago. I check my phone. Two years exactly. It can’t be. I haven’t seen this in forever.

Did my grandfather hug me last night?


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Unseen

It had been a long day, but Jake had a few things left to do. He left school and remembered the steps it took to get to Trevor’s car. It was Trevor’s turn to drive him home. He hoped Trevor parked in the same spot he told him to park. When he reached step 45, Jake bumped into the car. “Thanks.” Jake said.

“Who were you saying that to?” Trevor asked as he stepped up to his car. Jake had beat him, even though he forgot to park in the right spot.

“Oh no one in particular, just saying thanks in case you were here.” Jake rubbed the back of his neck kind of nervously.

“Okay, well let’s get going.” Trevor grabbed onto Jake’s arm and lead him to the passenger side and opened the door.

“Thank you.” Jake said and felt his way inside. Trevor closed the door and walked around to get in himself. He started the car and drove to Jake’s house. As they approached the stop sign before his house, Trevor was going to roll through the stop sign, but they didn’t see the person not slowing down, but running the stop sign. “Wait!” Jake yelled. Trevor slammed on the brakes with just enough room for the bad driver to speed passed them.

“Did you?” Trevor began but Jake cut him off.

“I just felt you slowly rolling through the stop sign. Did something happen?” Jake seemed a bit ruffled, but Trevor took it as nothing.

“Yeah, a guy almost ran into us because he ran his stop sign.” He squinted at Jake.

“That’s what that noise was? Good thing I told you to wait huh?” Jake smiled. Trevor couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something going on with Jake. He swore Jake knew that madman was going to run the stop sign, but how?

“Come on, we’re almost there.” Jake just wanted to be home. Trevor began driving again and into the driveway of Jake’s house. He stopped on the right side of the driveway this time instead of the left. It would take 28 steps for Jake to reach the front door. “28, thank you.” Jake smiled and opened the door.

“28 what?” Trevor asked but Jake slammed the door in his face. He watched Jake unlock and enter the door. He left with more questions than he expected about Jake.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” Jake called out but no one responded. His mother was buying groceries and his father wasn’t out of work yet. “No one’s home? Cool. I always thought you were an imaginary friend, but lately, I’m not so sure.” Jake said into the open air. He didn’t know that even though he was blind, I had been with him his whole life.

“You know things about me no one else does. Maybe even more than I do.” Jake’s face grew red.  He wondered just how much I knew. He wondered if I watched what he did in his bed at night before going to bed. I didn’t watch, but I still knew.

“Well, at least someone understands me.” Jake said and went to his bedroom. He had memorized the path from the front door, but still felt the wall as he climbed the stairs. He loved the textures of the wall as he went up. Jake threw his bag on his floor and closed the door. He just wanted to nap and let darkness calm his mind.


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