I was closing my PC i had done enough work on tomorrow's newspaper. I was a reporter in vameland Oklahoma. I was told my whole life this position was cursed, and to be honest thats not far from the truth. Since the beginning of my career i had to investigate scenes of paranormal deaths. Poltergeist i thought, others say they were murdered yet no sign of anyone or anything coming and harming also the houses are totalled, worse on the inside then any demolition team could possibly do in under a night. Cracks and destruction everywhere and some items and objects were twisted and formed into something... Otherworldly i should say not even otherworldly more like some demonic thing from the afterlife or a afterlife. Nothing not robberies no missing persons all the time some poltergeist like entity struck, no patterns no leads nothing. I was walking down my stairs, i owned a two story house for some reason its one of those real nice houses people call me and others who own nice property fallers dont know what it means or where it came from, if i ever asked they just follow with autumn nothing else just autumn. I was in my living room before i had an odd feeling of being watched my front door emitted a loud strange breathing noise honestly i felt scared i heard whipers behind i was frozen and i dont know why. A pain in the back of my head grew the door breathing and breathing. My mind had an image an idea of the other side of the door as it came the pain grew more and more. Suddenly i grew hold of myself and ran to the door so i could lock it. I woke up in a cold sweat my pc shutdown and im fine just some senseless nightmare. But that thing i imagined it was horrible with devil horns that swirl and aim down pale bleach white skin its lips torn off above its nose and around its jaws just hanging there black voided eyes it had sharp teeth and claws and it stood on blood red hooves. My mind could barely think its form. I walked down stairs and stopped to listen and the...the breathing it was there i slowly crept toward the door the pain in the back of my head grew as i thought of the thing that might be behind the door. I leaned against the door. I woke up in a cold sweat my pc shutdown and....wait i just did this i tan down stairs and the pain and breathing were back i raised my hand and slowly touched the door. I woke up in a cold sweat... No stop ive done this. I ran down to scared to feel the pain and just tried to look out the peep hole there wasnt anything out there around without touching the door. the edges was a bleach whiteness that grew apedeges that looked of white veins. I walked back and ran to the back door the door was coverd in the bleach white thing that could shift its form. I ran up stairs and tried to go out the window. But the sky was black the ground aroun my property was covered in a whitish blue fog and odd figures in hoods replaced the world around. I heard the creaking of a door opening behind me the lights turned off everything flew everwhere an invisible creature was all around me its claws cut the Walls and the creature became visible. It looked at how i imagined it but worse far worse twisted and evil staring at it was more maddening than thinking it.. No not like this i cant no!

Story is told by mr. gardwell

Inti


mr. gardwell, oh. It happens to me too. It's so frustrating when you have to do it all over again. But I believe you can do it and also it will be good. Best of luck with your story!

mr. gardwell


Inti, so minor set back i had a story and something happened so now i have to do it again. Lost like 5 days of progress so that happened.

Inti


mr. gardwell, I wonder what you mean by that.

mr. gardwell


Thats good to hear. Also dont go past the fence youll learn why soon

Inti


allykat175@gmail.com, count me in I'm a fan too.

allykat175@gmail.com


U aint no jerk u is awesome man I am a big fan of yo stories btw!

Inti


mr. gardwell, it's okay. You don't sound like a jerk. Writing is supposed to fun and it should be done when you feel like it. Don't stress yourself. And seriously, you're stories are just something else. But they're amazing in their own unique way. The way he was going through the same thing like a loop and the ending, just splendid. Keep it up.

mr. gardwell


I dont want to sound like a jerk. But i will upload a story every Saturday as making them everyday is hard. Thank you! Not going away for long time. Hopefully ?

mr. gardwell


Man dead from parnormal investigation! A reporter of whom final whishes are to let no one know his name found dead sept 19 of the year &$_!_!&&$&%5wy4h4te Folkes around are calling these following kills the likes of a demon of whomst call sky descendants.