Scars World of Horror

[Scarface]

The Day

I had remembered those cold dark nights sitting in the living room waiting for that call that would decide it all. I live by myself inside a small cabin in the Rockys quiet and quante very peaceful, but there were times when id feel uneasy and restless sitting quietly in my recliner stareing at the crackling fire, the phone sat beside me almost looking at me, mocking me i wanted to throw it out the window. I had assured myself that i was only seeing things. Then that night when i had waited for the call that mysterious call, it was late 12:00 to be exact. My teeth clinched down anxiously awaiting, then one after twelve it rang the sudden sound made me jump and quake for a moment. My shaking hand reached for the phone and picked it up when i nervously said in a very quivering voice.
"h...hello?"
There was no anwer the the low hum of a dead line it could not be that someone wasnt there, it was just impossible nobody knew his number to prank him, and then....a heavy breathing appeared on the other side of the line when i answered once again.
"Hello?" but this time only a little louder. Still no answer just the heavy breathing that now sent shivers down my spine, I was beginning to get frustrated and cried to the phone
"HELLO?!" at that time the line went dead, I looked at the now dieing fire and placed the phone back on the receiver
Now i was uneasy stareing in fear at the fire. An hour had passed as I sat in the same position rocking back and forth in my chair.
I looked at the door and then soon after a rap on my door. My eyes widend in terror my heart beating as fast as the rapping on my door feeling like i was going to die if it went much faster.
The knocking stopped a feeling of relief swept over my soul with a little comfort, but not for long the shadow of a tall slumped man passed by my window swiftly in the dead of the night. I now looked at my backdoor still unlocked from feeding the dog earlier, soon i heard barking and then a loud whimper and silence. I sprinted with all my might towards the door to lock it but it was to late before i got to the door, the knob slowly began to turn, I walked backwards slowly gasping for air as the door began to open. What i saw come in that door was something more horrific than death itself it was only a flash that i remember anything of the incident but what I do remember is the face of Hell comeing straight for me.

I still live in the cabin up in the woods but now there are locks and boards on windows doors i stay in solitude awaiting the next day that the beast will come.

Possible sequel to come

[Scarface]

Wonder (part 1)

I wonder what it would be like if I moved from the city I have lived in so long, I wonder what the consequences could be. Many nights I'd sit alone rocking back and forth in my chair staring at the outside world, nothing seemed to be right about my life, children stared at my house and sometimes bet eachother to ring my doorbell i would never answer the door I knew what it was.

It was stormy that night in June lightning lighted the sky with the beauty of a herd of White Horses, rain pouring down but oh so lightly, I't was perfect time of day with perfect conditions but my enjoyment of the rain was not very long before i heard something. A loud thud I heard happend on the top floor, what was that? I thought as i got up from my chair and headed for the stairs, it wasnt a physical sound but a mental sound one only one person could hear. I reached the top floor to see a dark shadow sprint into my bedroom I had not used the bedroom in many years, surprised to me that the door had still been in top condition these so many years. I lurked slowly towards the door my hands trembling with fear i turned the nob hopeing it was only a sound i heard and nothing more. The door squeaked opened and then I stopped and my jaw dropped to my horror I slowly backed out of the room and leaned on the rail of the stairs waiting.

[Scarface]

Wonder (part 2)

I stumbled down the stairs and sat back into my chair now facing the stairs, looking up at my bedroom door. Stricken with horror I trembled staring blankly at the door now swinging back and forth restlessly, the beating of my heart was now beating like the heart of a dog that had just came from a run around the park, I now looked at my options...but there was no option either run or face whatever this..this thing is. Now my mind racing on what to doo with myself, I looked at my bedroom door still swinging as if someone was pushing it purposely. I could not face it again it was to terrible to look at and even though i saw it for a split second it still remains in my mind. I't was tall and was sitting on my bed, I't had peircing red eyes that cut into my gut like a razor, and...the wings, wings that looked like that of a gargoyle or demon, it had no clothes it wasnt human..I had to get out. I stood up slowly and walked calmly for the door and as soon as I opened it there it stood grinning a sinister smile mocking me and my supposed escape. I stood my mouth gaping and my pupils dialated to the point where i thought id bust a blood vain in my forehead, I backed into the house slowly and it followed still grinning and walking like the devil himself, or perhaps it was the devil. I had decided then and there that i was stareing into the eyes of the dark prince himself....Satan, I looked into its eyes with the shock and awe of a bright light being right in my face it was the worst feeling in the world and ill never forget it. I't waved at me almost like saying goodbye and when it was gone a note appeard on the hard wood floor of my living room, a note that read.

"I will be visiting everynow and then you need a dose of reality in your life."

I dropped the letter on the floor and stared out my front door for the longest time, I had lost track of time that night and now I just wait for it to return to haunt me again.

Afternote

I havent slept since that night and the doctor says that I am suffering from Insomnia and Post Traumatic Depression, they will be coming to take me to a Insane Isylum soon hopefully there I will be left at peace...for now anyways.

[Brandon Rhea]

That's pretty good so far Scarface. I want to know what happens next now!

[Scarface]

which one lol

[Brandon Rhea]

I assumed there would be more because of the "I wait for it to return to haunt me again" line. Or, is that it?

[Scarface]

ahh the first one ill write a sequel to that story later as soon as i find some good insperation which usualy comes late at night

[Brandon Rhea]

Ah, cool!

[Scarface]

im postponing my book to make way for a book about the War on Terror, with the main character as Brian Walker a young man in high school who decides to join the Marines after the 9/11 attacks this should prove to be an interesting project thank you for your patience

Allen (aka Scarface)

[Scarface]

this is the prologue to my new book The Storm tell me what ya think

The Storm
Prologue
By Allen (aka Scarface)

After the terror attacks in New York City nothing has been the same, even with homeland security things are still getting worse, anymore I don’t ever feel safe. I get the feeling that I’m always being watched, like there is a greater evil at work but not human horror but something that is more beast than man. This is the reason I’m joining Marines tomorrow, so that I can fight with my fellow country men, I know it might or probably will be the worst mistake of my life. Now I remember seeing the video of the two towers falling while I was in school, and remember the world changed.

9/11/01- The alarm went off and Brian woke up slamming his hand on the alarm, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at the window it was quiet, peaceful, the normal thing you would come to expect in a suburban neighborhood. After putting on his clothes he went downstairs to find his mother cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast.

“If you slept any longer you would be late” his mother said turning around smiling.

“Sorry, I went to bed a little late last night” Brian said rubbing his eyes once again.

“You’ve got to eat fast otherwise you’ll be late for school, now eat” she placed the bacon and eggs in a plate and sat them down on the table.

Brian sat down and started eating; when he was done he picked it up and placed it in the sink. “Dad, already go to work?”

“Yes he was called to be out a little earlier he said good luck on the test today” she looked at the kitchen clock and then at him “You had better get going Brian”

Brian gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked to the door picking up his backpack on the way. School was just down the block so he knew he wouldn’t be late. Along the way a few boys who were bullies at the school confronted him.

“Well well well, if it isn’t mister Brian Walker you’ve got guts coming round here” the bully said with a slight smile on his face.

“That’s because this is my neighborhood numb nuts” Brian said confidently.

The bully frowned and his face began to form an angry expression Brian had never seen before, and without saying anything the bullies pummeled Brian beating him on the ground there was four of them and each were on the football team they were very muscular, no doubt most had taken steroids for their performance on the field. After they were done Brian was a bloody mess his nose was flowing blood out every second, he limped all the way to school after controlling the bleeding.

He walked into class and sat at his seat in the back looking at what was on the board “Chemistry” he hated chemistry and he hated most of the people in his class, the teacher walked in it was a substitute this time instead of the normal teacher. He stood in front of the class and began to write on the board the lesson for the day. The PA system came on and the principal sighed with grief.

“Teachers and staff members please turn on your TV’s to allow the kids to see the news thank you.” It cut out and the class started talking quietly. The substitute threw the chalk on the tray and turned on the TV and the entire class watched as they saw the footage of the plane slamming into the World Trade Center the class went silent and the substitute sat down on the desk looking at the TV. After the first another slammed into the second tower this time the class watched in horror as they saw the smoke fly out of the building, and then the camera zoomed in on the tower there were about five people standing on the edge and then, they jumped falling like rag dolls towards the ground. An hour had run by they saw everything by that time the buildings falling and the large cloud of dust and smoke sweeping the city surely it was a dream, surely it wasn’t real but it was hard to hide from the truth it was real and it was devastating. The dust had settled and all that really remained was part of the building’s that once stood so tall over New York City and nothing but the flames and aftermath of what looked like a large bomb. Brian’s eyes widened as he knew his brother that was in New York City and was visiting the Trade Centers today or at least that’s what he said on the phone.

“Excuse me” Brian stood feeling nauseous and weak he had to call his brother but first he had to puke.

He walked into the main office and asked for the phone the secretary’s pointed and all he saw was a line that went into the hall. He left and went outside, pulled out his cell and called his brother’s cell no answer just that the number did not exist. He sat outside by the door the rest of the day until school was out. He walked home to give the news but his parents were already crying he knew that he did not have to tell them.

Later that night at the dinner table it was silent until Brian spoke up.

“I…I want to join the Marines I’ve thought about it already”

His mother looked up and a sad look came into her eyes as she sat across the table. “B…But why?” she said in a quivering voice.

“I want payback”

His father sat at the other end still looking at his food. “You don’t kill in anger son you know that as well as I do”

“I know” he said looking now at his Father.

His mother was not crying, but she left the room after a few minutes.

“I’ve made my decision and its final, I’m signing up tomorrow.” He said with an increasingly sad tone in his voice.

“Very well I know your mother won’t like it but it’s your decision son.” Without saying anymore he left the room heading to Brian’s mother.

Brian was alone now in the dining room his food getting cold he didn’t eat any of it instead he left and went into the living room to watch the news.

The next morning Brian woke up on the couch the TV still on the news was the same playing the tapes of the attacks over and over again until it was etched into everyone’s minds with every little detail about the Trade Centers, The Pentagon, and the plane that crashed in a field in Phili. It was ten am, he had to get going, he wouldn’t go to school today instead he would go sign up for the Marines.

Later that day he arrived at the Marine office to see the entire parking lot filled with cars after he had parked he went in and saw a line that reached out to the door.

When it was his turn he looked at the rough looking man sitting behind the desk

“Name?” he said flatly.

“Brian Walker”

“Age?” The man said without even looking up at Brian.

“18” He said fidgeting with his fingers.

“Fill this out” He handed him a clipboard with a piece of paper attached.

Brian sat down and started to fill out the info within a matter of minutes he was done he walked back up to the desk and handed it to the man, he was last in line so he was the last one there.

“There is a three day waiting period because we need to check your background we will get back to you.” The soldier said flatly again this time looking at him.

Brian nodded and left the building getting in his car and driving back home it was past three now so he knew his school day was over.

Brian reflected on the past events the bully attack, the Trade Centers and the Pentagon, him joining the Marines, thinking about some of the faces of the Marine office he remembered seeing someone who looked like the bully who attacked him the day before, surely not. Brian was now a Marine and his Military days have just begun.

[Scarface]

Time to Bump! lol

Brought to you exclusivly before i go to bed the story of a haunted young man in his apartment by violent spirits, ENJOY!

Ring of Fire

Matthew Vargin woke up with his alarm clock blaring the
song "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash, That was his
favorite artist and thats what his radio station played
most of the time. He sat up in bed and rubbed the crust
from his eyes, after putting on his clothes he went into
the kitchen to make his usual breakfast, cerial nothing
fancy just Rasian Bran it tasted like crap to him but it
was really all he had to eat. It was Saturday no work,
thank god for him because he has been on the edge
with his boss, but also he hated staying inside his home for very long because before moving in about 3 weeks ago he had heard stories of the past residents that had lived there before him. The last people that lived in the apartment told the landlord that the had seen a reflection of a red aura outside their bedroom door, it would disappear and then the door would blast open, he was a "sceptic" at the time but if they said it happend it had to have happend they were "very trustworthy people" the landlord said. Yet the landlord never mentioned the story he had to look it up the house in the public libary. The first owners of the house back in the 1800's were "strange" people reports in the old newspapers said numerous times, but what had caught his attention was how many articles and police reports there were on the house.

To be continnued everyone

[Scarface]

Oh yes it is time but not yet later tonight lol

Heres a story related to the one im going to do, its the story of Anneliese Michel (aka Emily Rose) this is the true story to the terrifing events that shook the Catholic Church and has been a conterversial issue since The exorcism of Emily Rose

From her birth on the 21st of September, 1952, Anneliese Michel enjoyed the life of a normal, religiously nurtured young girl. Without warning, her life changed on a day in 1968 when she began shaking and found she was unable to control her body. She could not call out for her parents, Josef and Anna, or any of her 3 sisters. A neurologist at the Psychiatric Clinic Wurzburg diagnosed her with "Grand Mal" epilepsy. Because of the strength of the epileptic fits, and the severity of the depression that followed, Anneliese was admitted for treatment at the hospital.

Soon after the attacks began, Anneliese started seeing devilish grimaces during her daily praying. It was the fall of 1970, and while the young people of the world were enjoying the liberal freedoms of the time, Anneliese was battling with the belief that she was possessed. It seemed there was no other explanation for the appearance of devilish visions during her prayers. Voices also began following her, saying Anneliese will "stew in hell". She mentioned the "demons" to the doctors only once, explaining that they have started to give her orders. The doctors seem unable to help, and Anneliese lost hope that medicine was going to be able to cure her.

In the summer of 1973, her parents visited different pastors to request an exorcism. Their requests were rejected and they were given recommendations that the now 20 year old Anneliese should continue with medication and treatment. It was explained that the process by which the Church proves a possession (Infestatio) is strictly defined, and until all the criterium is met, a Bishop can not approve an exorcism. The requirements, to name a few, include an aversion to religious objects, speaking in a language the person has never learned, and supernatural powers.

In 1974, after supervising Anneliese for some time, Pastor Ernst Alt requested a permit to perform the exorcism from the Bishop of Wurzburg. The request was rejected, and a recommendation soon followed saying that Anneliese should live even more of a religious lifestyle in order to find peace. The attacks did not diminish, and her behavior become more irratic. At her parents house in Klingenberg, she insulted, beat, and began biting the other members of her family. She refused to eat because the demons would not allow it. Anneliese slept on the stone floor, ate spiders, flies, and coal, and even began drinking her own urine. She could be heard screaming throughout the house for hours while breaking crucifixes, destroying paintings of Jesus, and pulling apart rosaries. Anneliese began committing acts of self-mutilation at this time, and the act of tearing off her clothes and urinating on the floor became commonplace.

After making an exact verification of the possession in September 1975, the Bishop of Wurzburg, Josef Stangl, assigned Father Arnold Renz and Pastor Ernst Alt with the order to perform "The Great Exorcism" on Anneliese Michel. The basis for this ritual was the "Rituale Romanum", which was still, at the time, a valid Cannon Law from the 17th century. It was determined that Anneliese must be saved from the possession by several demons, including Lucifer, Judas Iscariot, Nero, Cain, Hitler, and Fleischmann, a disgraced Frankish Priest from the 16th century, and some other damned souls which had manifested through her. From September '75 until July '76, one or two exorcism sessions were held each week. Anneliese's attacks were sometimes so strong that she would have to be held down by 3 men, or even chained up. During this time, Anneliese found her life somewhat return to normal as she could again go to school, take final examinations at the Pedagogic Academy in Wurzburg, and go to church.

The attacks, however, did not stop. In fact, she would more often find herself paralyzed and falling unconscious than before. The exorcism continued over many months, always with the same prayers and incantations. Sometimes family members and visitors, like one married couple that claims to have "discovered" Anneliese, would be present during the rituals. For several weeks, Anneliese denied all food. Her knees ruptured due to the 600 genuflections she performed obsessively during the daily exorcism. Over 40 audio tapes record the process, in order to preserve the details.

The last day of the Exorcism Rite was on June 30th, 1976, and Anneliese was suffering at this point from Pneumonia. She was also totally emaciated, and running a high fever. Exhausted and unable to physically perform the genuflections herself, her parents stood in and helped carry her through the motions. "Beg for Absolution" is the last statement Anneliese made to the exorcists. To her mother, she said, "Mother, I'm afraid." Anna Michel recorded the death of her daughter on the following day, July 1st, 1976, and at noon, Pastor Ernst Alt informed the authorities in Aschaffenburg. The senior prosecutor began investigating immediately.

A short time before these final events unfolded, William Friedkin's "The Exorcist" (1974) came to the cinemas in Germany, bringing with it a wave of paranormal hysteria that flooded the nation. Psychiatrists all over Europe reported an increase of obsessive ideas among their patients. Prosecutors took more than 2 years to to take Annaliese's case to court, using that time to sort through the bizarre facts. Anneliese's parents and the two exorcists were accused of negligent homocide. The "Klingenberg Case" would be decided upon two questions: What caused the death of Anneliese Michel, and who was responsible?

According the forensic evidence, "Anneliese starved to death". Specialists claimed that if the accused would have begun with forced feeding one week before her death, Anneliese's life would have been saved. One sister told the court that Anneliese did not want to go to a mental home where she would be sedated and forced to eat. The exorcists tried to prove the presence of the demons, playing taped recordings of strange dialogues like that of two demons arguing about which one of them would have to leave Anneliese's body first. One of the demons called himself Hitler, and spoke with a Frankish accent (Hitler was born in Austria). Not one of those present during the exorcism ever had a doubt about the authenticity of the presence of these demons.

The psychiatrists, whom had been ordered to testify by the court, spoke about the "Doctrinaire Induction". They said that the priests had provided Anneliese with the contents of her psychotic behavior. Consequentially, they claimed, she later accepted her behavior as a form of demonic possession. They also offered that Anneliese's unsettled sexual development, along with her diagnosed Temporal Lobe Epilepsy, had influenced the psychosis.

The verdict was considered by many as not as harsh as they expected. Anneliese's parents, as well as the exorcists, were found guilty of manslaughter resulting from negligence and omitting first aid. They were sentenced to 6 months in jail and probation. The verdict included the opinion of the court that the accused should have helped by taking care of the medical treatment that the girl needed, but instead, their use of naive practices aggrivated Anneliese's already poor constitution.

A commission of the German Bishop-Conference later declared that Anneliese Michel was not possessed, however, this did not keep believers from supporting her struggles, and it was because so many believed in her that Anneliese's body did not find peace with death. Her corpse was exhumed eleven and a half years after her burial, only to confirm that it had decayed as would have been expected under normal circumstances. Today, her grave remains a place of pilgrimage for rosary-praying and for those who believe that Anneliese Michel bravely fought the devil.

In 1999, Cardinal Medina Estevez presented journalists in Vatican-City the new version of the "Rituale Romanum" that has been used by the Catholic Church since 1614. The updates came after more than 10 years of editing and is called "De exorcismis et supplicationibus quibusdam" otherwise known as "The exorcism for the upcoming millennium". The Pope approbated the new Exorcism Rite, which is now allowed for worldwide use. This new form of exorcism came after the German Bishop-Conference demanded to ultimately abolish the "Rituale Romun". It also came more than 20 years after Anneliese Michel had died.

[Scarface]

Guess who's back everyone, after a leave of absence and having some time to think im back with a slightly worse attitude on life (lol) anyways I will be hopfully (big maybe) be posting a new story for anyone who cares to read.

Thanks, Scar