“We have to, it is the only way we will survive!” Says the man at the head of the table. His eyes are white, his hair pitch black, shoulder length with long whips of silver. He is fairly young, with a full beard and nice clothes. “But sir! This is dangerous! What will we do if we don’t have them? What if this does not work the way we wish it to?” Says a man in front of the black haired man. This man is much older. Gray hair and a long beard, forming into a point at the end. He had purple eyes, and hair going down to his feet. He too, is dressed nicely. His expression holds that of worry. He holds himself high, waiting for the other man to respond. “I told you I’m not changing my mind, we cannot live no longer if we grow. We must sentence them to death immediately! That is my final word on the matter” The man stands up, passing the older man in a rush, his robes flying behind him as he rushes down the stairs. The older man watches him leave, worry gone from his face. He now looks to be anxious, looking back to the table. He then follows the man, back down the staircase,

“Please! Please lady’s and Gentlemen!! The word of our king is to be told to us today. He has a message. And he would much appreciate it if you would all be a bit more quiet!” Yells a young teeenage boy standing on a chair, the common folk were talking, making this more of a socializing place then what it was ment to be. The trumpet men start the anthem, as the man with the black hair and beard walks out to the crowed. “Welcome one and all! I have an anouncement to make.” The king stands, waving at the people. The man smiling. In the background, the older man stands, fear shown on his face. “This, I know will come as a shock to many of you, and this might not make sense for the first few months, but, I assure you this will all make sense after a while. “ the people looked around confused. “The women will be killed.” The silence in the air was strong. The women in the crowd looked petrified, slowly backing away from the king. “Our population is growing too quickly, we must stop this before it gets out of hand.” The king continued explaining, but his words missed there ears, the older man in the background looked devastated.

A woman is being held hostage by a man, another man is on the other side of them, being tied to a stake. The woman is crying and screaming, yelling for the man to let her go. The man dose not let go. The scene is being played out in someone’s house. The windows were broken into, the glass was on the floor. Against the wall stood thee family pet, a small corgi, with its tail down, wimpering into the corner. The man, after sucseffully being tied to the pole, is drenched in gasoline, soaking up in his clothing and his hair, then with a swift throw of a lighter, he went up in flames, the woman being dragged out of the house, crying, yelling the mans name. She is taken to a ledge off of a cliff. Her hands are tied arround her back, feet are tied, and mouth gaged with a rag. The women’s moans of desperations Ecco into the canyon. The men push the woman off, she is screaming as she goes down. The next thing the men here from the woman is a splash. The men smile to each other, making there way back towards the house.

Jimmy sat terrified, he looked at the screen his dad was watching. He had woken up by a noise some time ago, and left to see what it was. He crept half way down the staircase, finally sitting and clutching the railing, peeking over to the screen being played. After watching the scene played out, he went back upstairs, shaking and trembling, hoping to god that a man wouldn’t barge in to his room. He sat on his bed, watching as his twin sister slept, not a care in the world on her face. Jimmy lay down, pulling the covers over his head. Had that been real? Was it just acting or was that a movie? Every sound he heard from the room scared him. Eventually after a long time of worrying about it. He drifted off into a peaceful sleep, only to be woken up many times in the future, by this scene his father had played on the television.

The autumn leaves fall, with pumpkins sitting on the porch, I grab my rusted orange coat, excited to go to the maze. The cream yellow corn stalks, blowing in the breeze, not being able to see above the corn maze. Not knowing what’s around the corner. The pumpkin latte when you escape. Cold breeze on your face. The leaves falling on your car window. Cuddles under a orange blanket with a good book. The horror movies under the fire. Children dressed in costumes collecting candy for the night. Carving pumpkins with a knife. Pumpkin pie.

AUTUMN

“We shooting?…” “No.. wait,” … … “On air in 3…2…1…Action” “Today we are covering a story of a mysterious town gone missing 5 years ago. The habitants of this town, roughly 4,000 people, missing within a week of living here” gestures to the abandoned town behind “No family members of the missing came in contact with the missing. The community simply disappearing.” “Walking through this town you get the sense that the people were unaware what was going to happen. The houses still intact, with all the furnitures, photos, and personal items still there, left in the same place 5 years ago. What happened to this town? Why is it abandoned, Who was responsible? And where are the missing people.” “CUT!” “Nice job Avery! We will resume in the morning!” The reporter left quickly, wanting to explore this town which was boarded up for years. Her grandmother was in this town when they went missing. Avery felt a connection to finding what happened here. It was her responsibility. The world that she knew then was not what it is now. When she was a little girl, she thought the world was perfect, and that nothing bad was going to happen. But after that fatal night sitting by the TV with her mother, watching the news talking about the 4,000 people missing, something changed. Her grandmother was among the people that went missing. And she decided it had to be her responsibility. Walking through the town, she noticed how rusty, the houses are. It was like walking back in time. The town had every thing that was popular back then. To the TV, to the styles. Avery walked into a house, a nice two story family house. Walking in, there were photos of the family on the wall. A mother, with blond hair, and blue eyes, holding a baby in her arms. The baby looked to be a little girl. Standing next to the mother was the father, brown hair and grey eyes. Standing in front was a little boy. Probably about 3 years old. A spitting picture of his father with the mothers eyes. The little boy was shown everywhere, toys on the floor. A small truck holding lego men. The kitchen still with dirty dishes, the fridge still stalked. Upstairs was the bedrooms, a small room for the boy, the master suite, and the nursery. Hanging above the crib stood the birth certificate. Jane Amas, January 19th, 2010. Three months before the town disappeared. BOOm Schhhhh Avery looked up in shock, what the hell was that? Something was wrong. She walked down the stairs, bursting outside. It was almost dark, only being 5:15 pm. The Autumn breeze blowing through the town. The clouds were closing in, more darker then the night. Walking down the street, she saw a figure, sitting on a grave in the middle of the graveyard. Avery didn’t remember a Cemetary being there. The figure wore what looked like a cloak. Sitting patiently with there hand in there lap. “Good morning? Im sorry i don’t think your supposed to be here! We stoped filming a couple minuets ago!” She looked arround, not seeing anyone else in the town. She thought that was strange. She swore she had just been in that house for less than five minuets. She approached the figure, as she got closer the figure stood up. She herd it whispering something under his breath. “Town…people…….not..” “Excuse me?” She said. Suddenly the creature jumped at her. Before she blacked out she saw the terrifying decomposed face of her grandmother.

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What felt like a minuet later, she was panting in a hospital bed. The lights were bright shining down on her. She looked arround, and then saw her grandmother. She staired at her for a minuet, “G-Grandma?” Avery breathed out. And she embraced her grandmother, never letting go.

“What did you do?!” he yelled at me. I looked him in the eyes. “I-I killed him…?” “Yes-Yes no shit you did.” All I could look at was his body on the tanbark. The blood pooling from his head and torso. We were silent, looking at Jacks life less body. I looked at The boy. The boy didn’t return the eye contact. “You know I didn’t mean too right?” i whispered counting my breaths. “I-I know you didn’t Jami, but he’s dead. Soon enough someones gonna find him and call the police. They will be on to us.” I heard him loud and clear. We were suspects. Soon enough they were gonna find us. I looked up at him, “Not if we run away.” He looked down at me, “Wha-“ Without answering I grabbed his hand and ran. That was the last time we were ever safe. Safe from the prying eyes of the world.

We had just moved in. Its the brick house on the corner of the street in Bidgetown, Verginia. It was built back in the 1910’s by a french man named Pierre Dubois, who imigrated to america in 1908. Don’t ask me how I know this, this is of course, a story told by my mother, about the place. We were moving here for the purpous of a fresh start. My Father and Older Sister had died earlier that year. The house had 3 floors, plus an attic to which my brother swore there was no such thing. We started unpacking, finding our rooms, and exploring the place. The walls were decorated with centurys old walpaper, some wiht little pink flowers and others with old fashond animals, most likely a little boy’s room. I set my stuff down in a room I enjoyed. It was one of the top floor rooms, the celing replicating the image of the roof above. The window was round, but brang enough light into the room to make it comfortable, but not too bright.
It had been a couple of days since we moved in to our new home. Mother is handaling it really well, and so is my brother. Ive had a chance to explore the attic and set up my study there. And as I type this, I am currently sitting in the vary space I speak of. It is dim up here, the only window beeing at the end of the attic, shedding light on the small but cozzy attic. I had learned to stay up here as much as I could. For there was not a more simple and comforting place to be. At this time, my thoughts had more or less wandered to what was the history of this place. There for, I bought an Ouiji board. I slowly took it out of It’s box, something at the time I never thought I would need to do. But here I was. I read the directions over again, keep your hands on the moving peice and do not let go unless saying goodbye. I held my hand on the peice, feeling like I was talking to air, I whispered, “Is there anyone here with me right now?”. I looked arround at the gloomy place, but then too notice that the peice indeed infact was moving! I let my arms hang loose, to make sure that I was not the one doing it. I wasnt. I followed the peice with my eyes as It slowly came to the H, and the E and the l and the O. I asumed that whatever this was was saying hello. so I said hello back. In time I would learn that it wasn’t the best Idea. A week later, my new enemy was dead. So was that evil little princapal, and the bully. While those are all very happy things to me, I knew It wasn’t right. All thoes people, I had told to my new friend in the attic. And now, all are dead. I came forward to this ghost, yelling why he did what he did. And all the ghost responded with is, “I did you a favor…are you not happy?”

August 14th : She did it. She did what we swore we’d never do. She broke that part. And I don’t know why. Her mother had found the razors on the bathroom sink. Still covered with her blood. They didn’t know what to do. Your not meant to figure out what to do when your daughter committed suicide in the bathtub.

August 17th : I didn’t want to know anything. But I was. I knew her pain and understood it. We understood our pain we felt. We understood that we both wanted to end it. We agreed to come to each other when in need, but she had said she was fine. Fine. that’s the last word I heard from her mouth. Fine. A way of communicating that she was not but I ignored the signs. Why did i do that? What was the point?

August 20th : I am starring at the razors in the store. They were hypnotizing. this is what she killed herself with. This is what she was looking at. Before I knew it I was walking away with the razors, buying them, and walking out of the store.

August 20th 17:50: It feels like I’m in a hole. A different one then I’m usually in. No one to talk to. No one to help me. The razors are in front of me. Its almost as if they are whispering to me, “this is better”. “I can help you”. I picked the razor up and used it. The feeling was interesting. For a minute in the beginning it hurt, but it was satisfying. I can’t tell you how much more i did it, other than the fact that by the end…My arm was covered with the blood.

“Wait wait! I Didn't kill her!” I screamed in panic as the officers took me away from the courtroom. The officers were not listening to my screaming. No one thought anything of me, other than I was a murderer. They think I killed my best friend! I would never! She was my whole world! My mother and my father stood in the courtroom, watching me scream and cry with not even an ounce of sympathy on their face. Their solid blank eyes look back at me. How did I get here! I'm not even the one who killed her! Let me explain what happened, the thing I tried to explain to the courtroom even though they didn’t believe me. We were at the dock, me and Nya. we just decided because It was a nice day, we would go down to the dock, bring some snacks and chill for a while. Little did I know, that would be the place where she died. After a while of talking and laughing, we heard some footsteps approaching. We both turned to see what that was, and then there was not a sound in the air, except for the knife being stabbed in her chest and gruesomely being dragged through her stomach. And then the splash of the water. Nya had fallen in, with a stab wound. I couldn't comprehend what was happening, it was like I was watching this from a TV. The figure grabbed my hand, handing the knife to me, and making a run for it. I slowly came back to my senses, realizing what the figure had done. I looked down, Nya’s blood on the knife and my hands, the water turning a musty red color, mixing with the deep blue of the lake. I didn’t know what else to do but run, bringing the knife with me.

Who are you?!” She screams at me. I stand there at the door confused and uncertain. I had just got home from work. Or at least I think that’s what she believes. I'm Imprisonable. The one and only superhero that works with the FBI and police force. I lift my hand, “Its okay, Im just Jacy?” I say trying to calm her down. “No, no, WHO ARE YOU?!”. At this point, tears are spilling down her cheeks. “Wha- Who do you think I am Nance? I'm just Jacy!” I say calmly. She stormed back in the house, coming out a second later with my suit. My stupid suit. That was my old one. The one that had gotten ripped. I thought I hid it well though? She shoved it towards me. “ Who. Are. You. ” I sigh. All the ways I thought I could tell her who I am, this was never the option in my mind. I step inside, Gently putting a hand on her shoulder, closing the door behind me. I look in her eyes, the eyes looking back at me with hatred, tears, and sorrow. “Go sit down, let me get changed and I will explain it then, I promise” She glared at me walking away. I sighed. Taking the last step down. I could see Nancy sitting on the couch, with tears in her eyes, curled up in a ball. I walked in, sitting quietly across from her. She didn’t acknowledge me. “Look, “ I started. “I never wanted to tell you it this way… Not that I was never gonna tell you but I didn’t know how.” I glanced up, she met my eyes, but quickly looked away. “I work for the police and FBI.” there it was out. “Oh don’t be ridiculous, police and the FBI don’t wear skin tight suits with masks.” She said, glaring at me. “No but Imprisonable does…” I say glancing down. It was silent. I could hear her breathing. “B-but why did you keep it a secret?” she whispered. I look at her, thinking of what to say. “Well, I've never told anyone my identity, and not to mention, I did not know what your reaction would be.” I looked at her. She looked at me. “God I feel like a fool now.” She laughed, wiping the tears off. She smiled, switching to sit next to me.

His skin is pale, unlike anyone else’s. He’s slimy, dark and quiet. He waked aimlessly toward you, with an umbrella in his hand, even though it’s not raining. Your unable to move while he keeps coming closer and closer. By now you can se his dark painless eyes, and his green tone of skin. Without stopping, he keeps comming closer and closer until your noses are practically touching. He stairs into your eyes, not blinking not looking away. Your heart is beating the fastest it can go, sweat running don your forehead. He slowly opens his mouth you can see his Bloody mouth, teeth missing. You here a small whine. Everything goes black. Jami awoke, having the weirdest dream he’d ever experience. He sat up, still in his house, nothing new. He could hear the rain slowly comming down outside his window. Nothing new.. nothing new.