The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

I could smell it in the air, that stench that trailed us like a bloodhound. Why today, of all days? Why now? “Regardless” I thought, “the events had come to be and soon many more would follow.” I just prayed that those above would be merciful, only scraps remained of what they had stolen the time before. My dearest child laid in my arms, so small and fragile. “Unaware, helpless.” I thought, “No, I can’t let them near. I have to find somewhere to hide.” So I moved as quietly as a mouse, knowing that the only safety was in fleeing to the cracks out of view where no one would think to find us. I relocated the bookcase silently, unlocked the hinge and moved it back into place. Thank God I had attached it to the door. “You’ll be safe, we just have to be silent and wait till they leave.” I could hear the rattle of the handle, the unhurried footsteps of their pursuers and that stench, that horrible odor. “Dear god don’t let them catch a whiff, all my work for nothing. They took your sibl...

    I did not like how my parents treated me like a little kid. I would be seven this week so they should listen to me! I had always told this to Bernard. Bernard was my best friend in the whole wide world, and he even helped me pick out my dresses. Though he was really old he could take all my horse-play and rough housing. But then my parents wouldn’t let me bring him outside.     I thought they were being unfair. I mean, I was old enough to not hurt him! I was a good friend! I could never forgive my parents for that. They made me sad, because I can no longer play with my best friend. Bernard wasn’t happy with that either. He kept frowning at me through my bedroom window. But I told him we would get through it.     I started staying in more so I could play with Bernard, so he would be happy. I didn’t play with my friends anymore and rarely left the house. My parents thought I was crazy. When they asked why I wouldn’t leave, I told them I w...

It’s difficult to explain, but I can’t bluntly say that I believe in the paranormal. But how is it so that I still feel fear from my own imagination? Maybe I won’t admit that perhaps it’s because it’s not. I’ve never seen ghosts. I have tried several times, doing that Bloody Mary thing, sitting in the middle of a dark room alone at night, probably acting silly trying to contact my uncle who had passed on. But what may be paranormal (or not at all) is that every time a relative passes on, I would always dream about them. In this story I will share, it was about my grandmother: —————— I was still young, maybe around 7 or 8 years old? I recall being the funeral home, dimmed with yellow bulbs. It was a clean place, not at all creepy but not that high class either. Anyway, I don’t remember how I learned of her death. We didn’t grow up with her, we weren’t really close. We just visit her every now and then, we don’t live with each other. On one of the last nights of her wake, I w...

To realize The value of a sister/brother Ask someone Who doesn't have one. To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple. To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate. To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam. To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn. To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother Who has given birth to A premature baby. To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.. To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident. Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when You can share it with someone special. To realize the value of a friend or family member: LOSE ONE.

We've all heard it. The incessant barking from your one of your neighbors dog. Late in the night, the barking will wake you, and you will scream at the dog out of the window. One night, you hear the dog barking more than normal, but you will ignore it. The dog barks again, louder and faster than before, and you ignore it. The final time, the dog is barking loud enough to practically shake your ears. You go out and throw a brick at the dog in the back yard, which silences the dog for good. Proud of yourself, you fall back asleep. Deep in your dream, all you see are dogs barking. Through an infinite void, just dogs. The next morning, The Police find a number of footprints coming from the dog house, a bloody corpse hanging from the back door, and one dog with a brick lodged in its skull.

I’ve been living in Rogers Arkansas since I was 7 years old, I am currently 17. We have a small town here called Eureka Springs. And there are 2 famous haunted hotels there, the Basin and Crescent hotels. About 3 summers ago when I was 14, my family and I took a trip to Eureka Springs. We stayed there all day. We eventually begged my dad to take us to the Crescent hotel for a tour. The tour started at 9:20 pm and we were there since 7. I cannot explain the feeling it gave me, walking into the hotel. I felt uncomfortable, and felt as if somebody was watching me. We ate dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. The hotel is very old and the elevators made a ‘squeak’ sound when operating. The hotel back in the 1800’s, I believe, was a hotel for cancer patients. The doctors would experiment on them, and due to this most died. The doctors were horrible people, and took advantage of the sick. After the hospital was shut down, it was turned into a hotel. Many peop...

Now, I’d like to start by saying that all this is real.. to me at least. You can call them hallucinations, false awakenings, whatever the hell you want. You can call bogus on this. Your choice. But this is entirely real to me. Alright. So it all started around my early childhood. I was in grade school at this time, probably 4th or 5th grade. It was Sunday night, and I had school the next day. So I was just sleeping, in dreamland or whatever you call it, and I suddenly woke up to the sound of thunder. It’s really hard to recall the exact details, but there was someone in my room. My room was entirely dark, except for the little window which let in some moonlight. I saw the dark outline of a human figure. I’d like to clear up, this is definitely not sleep paralysis. I could move freely, which I did so to hide myself under the sheets. You can call it a false awakening, but it seemed totally real to me. Anyways, I’ve watched enough kiddie horror cartoons to know what happens to...

May 21, 2011 I finally got TF2 on Steam for free. I got to play TF2 for the very first time. After 50 hours played, I received a new item. It was called TF2 Note. I have never seen that item any where on the TF2 item page. I posted it to my friends, who played TF2, on Facebook. They didn’t believe me. Then I took my camera and took the picture of the note and send it to my friends and still they did not believe me. I turned to the game and opened the note and it said, “YOUR ACCOUNT WILL REMOVED IN 20  DAYS”. I couldn’t believe what I read. 20 days went by and nothing happened. Then, when I created a new server and the server loaded, that’s where things got creepy. Instead of the class selection, the screen went black and text appeared and said, “YOU SHOULD HAVE ACCEPTED THE WARNING”. Then the class selection went up and all of them had some flesh missing. Some had eyes missing and others had bloody eyes. I played the Scout. The map was dark...

You were just driving your car down the street, to work, when a drunk truck driver crashed right into you, head on. You died, but don’t be intimidated, everyone goes through it sooner or later. As the truck collided with the car which you spent a year of your life working for and the rest of your life driving, you could see your surroundings change. The truck dissolve into a splash of squares which were suspended in mid air, the sky into an abyssal blackness, your car into a blob of nothing at first, and then dissolving as well as your surroundings, bleeding down into the floor which also bled into an endless trench, which was caused by the ground splitting into two. And then you felt yourself falling through the abyss, the pitch black abyss. You can’t move. You see every flash of your baby years, childhood, and adulthood pass you and you, although unable to see them long enough to interpret those memories, indeed do remember those memories. You remembered every sliver ...

Outside by the single door entrance to a small Irish bar, a wild party going on inside, heavy metal music bleeding out through the walls and into the street Jenna, twenty four, tall, beautiful and in a wonderfully sexy short black dress is using all her new found seductive powers on Keith, a balding, gold chain wearing man in his forties. He looks at her, wide eyed can’t believe his luck.  He flashes her a greedy lust filled smile, “you’re so pretty.” She forces a fake smile of her own back at him, “thank you.” “What do you think of me,” he asks. She shrugs keeping her false grin, “I don’t know.” He can feel her interest waning. He gestures to the closed door of the bar, “you don’t want to get a drink from here do you?” She shakes her head, “I don’t.” “Then where?” She turns away from him, nods down the dark empty city street in front of them, “there’s a house nearby that I like, I feel safe there.” He reaches up a hand to touch her, but thinks better of it, lets it fall bac...

 Urban legend speaks of a race of humanoids who live in the sub-conscious world. Instead of taking form as a physical creature, they instead remain as souls and TAKE the bodies of humans.  They usually take control over a human’s body when the human is being separated from their physical body to a mental state. This usually occurs during near death experiences, comas, sleep paralysis, and lucid dreaming. Witnesses report that victims of these people usually wake up as a completely different person. The most common action after waking up is to question their surroundings. Victims usually show symptoms of nausea and depression, usually before going on an endless killing rampage. — It is a summer night. You are sleeping in your bedroom of your apartment on the second floor of a brick apartment complex. You hear banging. Glass is breaking. You wake up in shock. It’s okay… I am merely a piece of your own mind. It is not speaking to you. It is communicating with your through...

Do you know what a Cordyceps is? I didn’t either until 20 minutes ago. It’s a family of thousands of different types of fungus, grows all around the word in various rainforests and jungles. The awful thing about them is they’re parasitic, they grow on other animals. An ant happens to run into some spores, and then it starts to colonize his insides, starting with his brain. At some point, the ant starts to act visibly ill; standing in place and shivering, or walking in circles. If a fellow colony member sees him in this condition, he will be dragged to the border of the colony and exiled. Then, when it’s almost over, the ant weakly climbs as high as he can up the vines, and locks his body on tight. Finally, he dies, and the fungus emerges from the back of his head, bursting forth like a long and foul fruit. After a short time, the little stalk spews forth its own spores, leaving the mummified and broken ant clinging to the stalk, his eye cavities filled with drying fungus. ...

His hand slowly grasped mine and I tried to pull away. "Come." He said in a deep, dark voice. "I’m not ready, dammit!" I shouted in response. The feeling of his hand made everything in me quit. He pulled harder and slowly dragged me with him. "Why?" I barely got the question through my lips when he had already started speaking. "The time is right." His response echoed in a higher pitch. "But.. Why?" I slowly slipped out. "All in good time, mortal." He told me. I was out of energy, no longer capable of speaking, I decided to listen. As he dragged me lifeless feeling body. "I am the afterlife" he spoke. "Death?" I thought to myself. "No, not death. I am neither life or death, I am the in between." he spoke as if to respond to my question. "When people die, they don’t actually die. While their physical form appears to have ‘died’ their mental being, their soul, lives on." He continued. ...

“Come on guys, don’t give!” Tom encouraged the group. He fought to free his bounded hands but the bindings did not allow room for movement. Maria and Cliff had long accepted their fate and sat waiting for what came next. Their monstrous captor had already taken Jeff away and he was never seen again. “Give it up. There’s nothing we can do,” Maria begged re-adjusting her pregnant belly. “What kind of mother are you? You can’t give up on your children!” Tom shouted. “Relax, have a bite and maybe you’ll calm down a bit,” Cliff offered what remained of Bill. As the weakest, he’d been the first to go among the group. The monster either did not know he passed or did not care. But without any food, they were forced to consume him after he passed. “I refuse to accept-,” Tom tried to reply as a monster wrapped its tendrils around his body and lifted him from the prison. It carried him through the air away from the rest of the group. Tom squirmed and swung his legs trying to get out of the giant ...

Mr. and Mrs. Pullox were devastated. Their son Brandon, a piano child prodigy who was sent to France for advance training, died when the train to the capital city derailed from its tracks and crashed. Poor Brandon never made it to his first recital, and they will never have the chance to see him perform ever. Because of the time it took for the French embassy to sort everything out, Mr. and Mrs. Pullox would only be able to get their son’s body in a fortnight, and because of their financial difficulties, they were unable to take the flight to France to get his body sooner, so they had no choice but to wait. They have yet to tell anyone about the news, and those who knew through the news were forbidden to mention it in the household for fear of upsetting their little girl Hailey, who worshipped her brother like a god. They were afraid that their little girl would never recover from such a blow, and the thought of her breaking down and losing herself into despair and depression was not e...

Dreams are just your mind dealing with the day's events, right? Nothing paranormal about that; everyone does it. I mean, there are places you visit often in your dreams. A certain house, a shop, a school...but these places are just figments of your imagination, right? Have you ever wondered about these places and the people within them? I know you're out there, "lucid dreamers". You're the ones who can control what happens when they dream. You are just beyond that film, that membrane that separates us. Lucid Dreamer, have you ever wondered what that beautiful woman in your dream felt when you suddenly decided you wanted to fuck her? Oh, she seemed willing enough, didn't she? Have you ever considered that you raped that woman, Lucid Dreamer? That she had no choice but to do everything you willed her to do while her mind watched on in horror? Remember, Lucid Dreamer, all those awful things you have done in your dreams... And consider what those who call dreams t...

I have written and re-written this post a dozen times. Whenever I get the story out, I realize how ridiculous it sounds, but it nags at the back of my mind. It’s maddening, and all I can think to do at this point is see if anyone else can possibly shed some light on what I saw, and what may or may not be lurking near my parents’ house. I’m from the rural Midwest. Growing up, the closest neighbor was a good half-mile away, and the closest person my age was a fifteen-minute drive. So I spent most of my time outdoors, romping through the fields that surrounded my house. I never felt unsafe - and even if I had, I tended to have at least one of the family dogs hanging out with me, in the off chance I ran into something less-than-friendly. I had a wild imagination at the time, and whenever I wasn’t playing outside I was writing in a series of notebooks that I still have to this day. I was also plagued with horrible night terrors. More often than I care to admit, I’d wake up screaming and thr...

I dreamt of jellyfish. Peacefully I floated in the blue ocean and they were all around. Translucent, they undulated, propelling themselves through the warm salty water. They were so beautiful and alien. I felt one with them and their long tendrils, snaking like running droplets of ink. Suddenly I was afraid. I could feel their thoughts and could tell they meant to harm me. Slowly they closed in, still pulsating, surrounding me. They swarmed, and their tendrils stung me over and over. My skin was searing, my heart pumping fast, my body twisting, flailing; I was tangled in them now. I thrashed my arms but they were wrapped in the tendrils. oh god it hurts oh god don’t let me die oh god…. I awoke in cold sweat. The tangled tentacles of the jellyfish were now the sheets of my bed. I was alive. I was awake. There were no jellyfish. But where was Chelsea? She’d slept next to me because she was scared of the monsters. I looked over under the covers to find her body, her face blue as the o...