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THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six
more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught
his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside.
It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw
it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had e
ver seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed
into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and as
ked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he aske
d said "No." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunat
ely she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed th
e picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like
a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a sha
dow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened
it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sor
ry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "
No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the gi
ggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dea
d with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Sudden
ly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.

GATEWAY OF THE MIND

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an
undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access t
o any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence
of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, an
d without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought.
An elderly man who claimed to have nothing left to live for was the only test subj
ect to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a com
plex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgical
ly severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could
not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel.
With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was
alone with his thoughts. Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his s

tate of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn t even hear. After four
days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. A
ssuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to th
e man s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him
, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but w
ere not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scienti
sts. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spo
uses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientist
s left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject b
ecame distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, h
is consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him a
lone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain resp
onse. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by s
leeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night
terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in
his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eye
s, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now s
aid the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the
end of the world. At one point, he yelled No heaven, no forgiveness for five hours
straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced
that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingl
y mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushe
d into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himse
lf. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and
screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked acros
s his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the
constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made
focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispe
red I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us and his vital signs stopped. T
here was no apparent cause of death.

THE STATUE
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted
to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter.
When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. S
o the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with t
he children.
Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn'
t watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents di
dn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked the
m if she could watch cable in the parent's room.
Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request s
he asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with
a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nerv
ous.

The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the ba
bysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get out of the house we will c
all the police. We do not have an angel statue."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within ten minutes of the
call. No statue was found.
THE PORTRAITS
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middl
e of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he de
cided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive
foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small cleari
ng. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there fo
r the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunt
er flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in t
he morning.
As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls a
dorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception
, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of
hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a co
ncerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and
exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, the hunter awoke - he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight.
Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

BABY DOLL
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to
expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby w
ould start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wo
uldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when
it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrash
ings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet.
The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its
head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying.
On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report chi
ld abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants s
meared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't underst
and why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rock
ed a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
THE GIRL AND HER DOG
A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On t
he news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the
area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the
windows, but the one in the basement won't lock. She decides to leave it unlocke
d, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary plac
e under her bed.

One night the young girl

y, she had been watching
e the dog sleep with her
beside it, she let's her
friendly lick, the girl

is left alone in the house with only her dog for compan
a scary movie before she went to bed and decided to hav
in the room. She climbs into bed, and the dog curls up
hand drop down to stroke the her dog and it gives her a
giggles and eventually falls asleep.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. H
alf-awake, the girl drops her hand down and feels the comforting lick from her d
og and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her han
d down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. O
nce more, she awakens to the dripping sound.
Deciding to find the source of the problem, she drearily gets out of bed and slo
wly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approac
hes. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrif
ic sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open an
d its blood dripping into the bathtub. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her nec
ks stand up as a thought flashes through her mind.
What, or who, was licking her hand?

If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not
a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "s
ound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone
will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that
your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so cr
eates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane
purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossi
ble to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up
sound.
The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lung
s for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for eve
ryone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick u
p soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the
first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events a
bout to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the ev
ents occurring ten seconds into the future.
As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly nois
y circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentra
ting. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react t
o any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one wo
uld ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible ca
tch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it w
ill drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over
again.
Of course this isn't the case, though, it s a normal voice, your ears receive it n
o matter what, and it s simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For yo
u see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice ne
w sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.

GROCERY LIST

You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she a
sks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Brea
d, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the i
tems at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you: "You know, we're
in no danger of a milk shortage."
Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try
the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There se
ems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the
chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make
your way through the kitchen and into the living room.
Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is yo
ur Mother.
Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that sh
e has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at th
e scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the f
ront steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investiga
tor.
"It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a
series of repetitive behaviors," he says.
You think to yourself, They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? No way. Re
petitive behavior? Do they think I did this?
Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"
"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk.
Oh, and I need some bread and cereal too."
"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
HER
Stop. No, don t look. It just encourages them.
You know who I m talking about. Them. More specifically, her. Keep those eyes focu
sed here, don t look. Don t even glance. Use your peripherals, because I know you se
e her. Just at the very edge of your vision?
Glance to the left side of the monitor, but don t glance beyond it. There, your pe
ripherals should have picked up a bit more. You saw her in the corner, didn t you?
You saw her black hair billowing across her pale face, the loose nightgown she
wears over her emaciated frame. She s been there for a while, just waiting. That s h
ow they spend their time. The spirits of the damned. The ones unfit for heaven,
yet avoiding hell. The ones who walk the Earth with their sins on their shoulder
s. They live in constant, insurmountable, indescribable pain. The story goes tha
t when St. Peter takes pity on a soul who has committed a grave sin, like murder
, rape, torture, cannibalism, or worse, he punishes that soul and sends them bac
k to our plane, to exist among the living until they ve successfully repented for
their sins. But first, he rips out their eyes, so that they can covet nought. Th
en he tears their jawbone from their skull, so that they cannot speak evils.
No, don t look. She has moved closer, but that is only her curiosity. She can t actu
ally see you, not as you could see her. She sees in outlines, in blurs and motio

ns. Her empty sockets let her see a person s soul, yet it is useless to her. She l
ives not on the person, but on the body. Her spirit hungers for communion of the
flesh, but she is eternally denied. Only the Savior can be a proper conduit of
communion, to satisfy her cravings. She has tried, though. She has tried often i
n the past.
She certainly has taken an interest in you, hasn t she? You see, she feeds on the
living. She, like many before her, found humans to alleviate her ailments. She s
tarves for communion, but humans like yourself can work as a placebo, of sorts. Sh
e ll try to get you to turn, to see into the voids which take residence over where
her eyes used to be. She ll pull you in, hypnotizing you with the dark, hollow so
ckets. She ll close in even more, excitedly exhaling on your supple skin. She'll j
ab her rotted teeth into your slender neck and lap the blood with her flopping t
ongue. I ll scrape in with my fangs and scoop out your flesh like ice cream. I'll
yelp with glee at the warmth of your innards as I slash into your fatty abdomen.
I ll pull the bones from their sinew and suck the marrow out like a candied filli
ng. I ll jab my bony fingers into your eyes and take them for my own. I ll rip your
jawbone from your skull and use it as my own. I ll become whole again, with your h
elp.
But it'll only work

if you look.

The Expressionless
In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, b
lood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people o
ften have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attentio
n, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in
terror.
The first being that she wasn't exactly human. she resembled something close to
a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her fac
e, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.
There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could
be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor.
She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hosp
ital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely c
alm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her
until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to
get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable
to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.
But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force
. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with
that same, blank expression.
She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusua
l. She smiled.
As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman's m
outh were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to clo
se fully without causing any damage
The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking "What in the hell
are you?"

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.
There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming
down the hallway.
As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front
of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gaspin
g for air as he choked on his own blood.
She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as th
e life faded from his eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
"I...am....God...."
The doctor's eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet t
he security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by
one.
The female doctor who survived the incident named her "The Expressionless".
There was never a sighting of her again.

The Worst Monster

I saw my reflection the other day. I didn't see it blink. I didn't see it move o
n its own. It just stood there and stared at me with my green eyes and my pale f
ace.
It stared at me with eyes that were dead to the world. It had eyes that seemed t
o be simultaneously empty and full all at once. Full of pain, full of fear, full
of anger. Empty of hope, of ambition. When I was a child I always feared the mo
nster under my bed, when I should have feared the one in it.
Because as I stood there, empty bottle of whiskey in hand, I had a horrible reve
lation. My reflection was the worst monster of them all. And tonight it was goin
g to kill me.

The Djinn in the Alley

James Boon stared eye to navel at the enormous beast. He was terrified. He was i
n an alley long devoid of human contact in his old city. He was returning from a
n appointment with his doctor in which he was told he was too sick to be alive,
and that the natural order of things will claim him in less than three months. H
e took this abandoned alley as a shortcut, as time was now precious to him, and
stumbled over an old clay jar. Out of the jar poured sand, insects, and strangel
y, this large beast. It shifted its color from a dark grey to a dark purple and
gave him two wishes. James Boon felt the fear that plagued him throughout his li
fe.

His first wish was to be cured of his illness. The beast granted the wish and he
felt vitality course through his body; he had never felt better in his life. Hi
s second wish was to be cured of his fear. He wanted to take risks, he wanted to
feel the potential of his new take in life. The beast granted the wish and he f
ell slowly to the floor. As James Boon felt his life ending, he looked quizzical
ly at the beast. The beast simply replied:
"You wished to be cured of your fear. I'm afraid the only cure for fear is death
."

4:03
It was 4:03 in the morning and I woke up screaming. It was my dream. In my dream
, I watched everyone I ever knew or loved be killed by the creature. It had a sh
ort fat body, and long slender arms, which ended with claws that looked more lik
e swords than claws. Its eyes were slits that glowed red in the darkness, and it
s teeth were long like horns, and sharp like steak knives. It looked at me befor
e it killed them, and laughed each time before it ripped apart my loved ones wit
h its sharp claws. How had it found us? It tricked me into letting it into my ho
me, by mimicking the voice of my father; it couldn t come in without permission it
told me after it ripped out my Mother s heart. The dream ended with the creature
laughing its evil cackle and slowly walking towards me, dragging its claws on th
e floor, I screamed, and sat up. I was in my room, in my bed, safe again. 4:03,
I hear a knock at the door, I froze up instantly.
Tommy, I heard you screaming, are you alright? I heard my mother say. What a relie
f, Mom s here.
I m fine Mom, just a bad dream I replied, the relief washing over me
Okay honey, I got you a glass of water, do you want it? Mom said back to me
Sure, come in I said. And as those words left my mouth, I remembered that it was S
eptember, and I had moved back into my college dorm 3 weeks ago.

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