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Rated: E · Short Story · Ghost · #1187388
Its about three kids written like an after action report
Strange Spooks

Report Log 01

This is a true accounting of the events of October, 31, 2005

My name is George Robert Danford founder of Strange Spooks. I am a citizen of

the United States of America. On this all hollows eve night me, my best friend who

from now on will be known as Angel and my girlfriend who will from now on will be

known as hummingbird. Well it started out pretty normal we went trick or treating

and got a lot of candy. We had been walking for about half an hour when we

stopped at a vacant lot to rest. I had to urinate so I did it in the lot. That’s when we

all felt the “need” to leave as it were. We continued on down the street till we got to

the end at which point we took a left towards a dead end. When we got to the point

to turn onto the dead end three cars that had been heading down the street turned

around and left. That is when we all felt a foreboding sense. As we got further down

the street the sense got stronger. We turned back and that’s when we realized we

were being followed; we thought it (I say it because at that point in time we only

thought there was one) was stalking us. Oh God, were we wrong. It was herding us.

We got back to hummingbird’s house and it was in front of us and Angel sent it

away. Hummingbird fell into my arms sick I held her yet I was not with her I was

concentrating on the one behind us. Eventually we made it almost back to the

vacant lot when moving in a single line formation we stepped into a wall of energy

that stopped us dead. We withdrew assuming it was the little ones, again we were

wrong. Both Angel and hummingbird got sick from the attack. Angel dropped to his

knees short of breath. We took hummingbird home. We got a ride to my house; the

little ones were with us. With Angel’s help I took the garbage out, that’s when the

little one –only one did this- attacked me, it caressed my heart and then it

caressed Angel’s spine. When my mother drove me and Angel home, they followed

us but when we dropped him off they left to my house. I was closing the gate into

my yard when Angel said he had heard something that’s when I felt something

caress my heart at the same time he felt something caress his spine we both

became more frightened and ran into the house. Latter that night after carving seven

pentagrams into the wood of my bed- two under the window, one on each corner,

and one by were I sleep.- I went to sleep. Every half hour the small ones would try

to break through, but could not do so because of the protection. At approximately

0330 the big one attacked me. It froze me with fear and my entire body tingled all

over; it felt as if tiny fingers wore rubbing every part of my body in a clock ward

motion. It also felt female. Its powers felt like tidal waves and it was suffocating; it

withdrew slowly almost as if it is or was taunting me almost saying “look how

powerful I am, you cannot stop me you are weak.” When it left it felt like I was

drained of everything, it hurt to move, to live. It attacked again sometime after seven

o clock this morning of the first of November in the year of our lord 2005. Yet it was

notably weaker due to the sun, and it attacked once more sometime during noon.

This time I was able to force it to leave and that was just the beginning.

The next day I went to school angel and hummingbird wanted to know why I missed

the day after Halloween. So I told them about being attacked. Angel –the hot head

that he is- believed right away but my girlfriend the most skeptical person in the

group did not quite believe me.

The rest of the week went by pretty fast if you ignore the strange things we would

see out of our peripheral vision or the feelings of being pushed down stairs or the

constant feeling of being watched. Besides all that it was a pretty normal weak.

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