My cousin Ronnie and I used to chase the ghost train on Grandad’s farm.
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My cousin Ronnie and I used to chase the ghost train on Granddad’s farm.
The whole family lived on the 174 acres; a railway goes through the center. Grandad said those tracks hadn’t been used in decades. That’s why nobody believed when we started on about the ghost train.
The worst day of my life was not when I was quartered and pulled apart. Not when the dogs had torn my head away and ripped off my arms and legs.
That was a bad day…but not the worst day.
I think it is the nostalgia that brings me back now that my brother has died, to that crumbling shack in the woods.
Now that he is gone I have nobody left. I feel drawn back to that place to shed the grief that cloaks me like a second skin; I want to lay my sorrow there to rot with the rest of our happy memories, now long dead.
By now you probably think I’m a bad person. I didn’t mean to endanger anyone, not at first. Jenny and Mr. Daniels were on purpose, obviously. Nick’s grandma was before all that. She got caught up in the Domino effect; at least that’s what I call it. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t even see clearly who she was. I know for certain, I can’t ever tell Nick Price that I’m the one who put his grandma into a coma.
On Thursday, Jenny Baker got killed. She thought she could get away with that rumor she started about me and Nick Price…but if I want revenge, I’ll get my revenge.
The best part is, I’ll never get caught, because I am The Domino.
The. Fucking. Domino.
(Part 3: “Dad’s Pornos” – By Adam Davies)
My idiot brothers have decided to share the ridiculous and sordid details of our fathers life and death. I tried to warn them, asked them to take down what they had written, warn them that they were opening a pandora’s box and they wouldn’t like what they found. As usual they didn’t listen. All they cared about was what happened, when they should have cared about why. Why did our father have cursed sex toys?…
A Series by: Kyle Harrison, Scott Savino and Adam Davies
(Part 1: “Dad’s Doll” – By Kyle Harrison)
My brothers and I grew up in the trailer park version of the Playboy Mansion.
Our dad, or as he likes to be called even by us- Big Poppa- was not Hugh Hefner. Not even by a long shot. He was a twisted sick and perverted old man that died as he lived, fucking everything in sight…