Ummmmm k?"It's finally time to go." He remembered the exact words from his mother as he was about to leave for deployment. Jack was determined to make it out alive.
But, now death is staring right at his face. He took several shots to the shoulder leaving Jack on the ground crying. He had never experienced pain as horrible as this. It was an extreme burn, like he had been set on fire and tons of bricks fell on him.
The excruciating pain subsided, leaving Jack in peace. Thoughts of joy and happiness flowed through his mind.
"It's finally time to go."
"Aufwachen dumm amerikanische!" Jack thought these were murmurs from the devils. Trying his best, he woke up and saw three men circled around him. Still in pain, Jack was laying flat on a wooden table.
"Hey...wh-who...are you?" He asked the three men.
"Wir werden Sie jetzt ein Experiment durchführen." The man says in a calm, deep voice. Jack knows something bad is about to happen.
He is brought to a small room with a window. The three men are standing behind he window, laughing. Jack, stuck in a straight jacket, doesn't know what to do at his point. All he can do is cry for help. He vaguely hears one of them scream in an evil voice "Schlafen gehen amerikanische!"
Afterwards, a strange green gas fills the room, and he screams, "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS....ALL OF YOU!" He starts crying. Suddenly, Jack starts coughing hard. It gets to the point where he can't breathe anymore. And right after, Jack becomes unconscious. His life ends as a prisoner of war.
Now, the war is over. Jack's family is expecting him to return home. But, as weeks pass, he is presumed dead. His dead body is found in a gas chamber in Auschwitz.
Jack fought for his country, and that's all that he wanted to do.
(Yeah, kinda cheesy..)
The Stanley Parable... .-.This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.
I have always been into scary novels, and books, I was never scared because I knew it wasn’t real. If only I could think that now.
I grew up in a small town in Spooner, Wisconsin. I had the best life you could have imagined, grew up with two brothers, went tubing on the lake. I got good grades in school, and went to an amazing collage.
One day, I visited a small vintage store, I was looking for an old interesting book.
“Do you have any old, cheap books?” I said.
“We have a clearance aisle down the hall to the right.”
“Thanks,” I looked at his nametag, “Ben” I walked down the hall, to the right. Right next to the bathrooms there was a small corner of books, labeled ‘Clearance’ I picked up a dark navy blue book, I’d say around 400 pages. I blew off the dust. “Every Page” I said to myself, “Written by Mary” I wondered why she didn’t have a last name, maybe it was just a typo? I opened the hardcover, and it said in bold letters ‘Warning’ I walked back to the cash register.
“Did you find everything?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” I handed him the book.
He grabbed it and looked at it, I could tell in his eyes, that he’d never seen this before. “Hmmph, no price tag..”
“Do you know what it would be worth?” I said.
“It’s yours,” he said, “on the house” he handed me the book back.
“Really? Thanks!” I walked out of the store with a little hop in my step.
After I got back to my house, I walked to the front door and took the key from the flower pot to the left of the door. I put the key into the hole, and it didn’t turn. “What the-” I tried to turn it harder, SNAP! “Goddamn!” I punched my door and sat down on the chair. I looked into the bag and grabbed out the book. I opened the cover and started reading.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary” the three kids said in the bathroom while spinning around 3 times. They stopped. The light started to flicker, then everything went black… “See? Nothing!” The kid said. The light switched on and in the reflection there was 3 boys, and a black figure with a bloody knife”
I shut the book closed. “This book is more appropriate for tonight.” I didn’t get it- why was it called ‘Every Page’ if it was about Bloody Mary? I took out my computer from my backpack and put it set it on the table and searched ‘Last Page by Mary’ only 3 links popped up, I clicked on the first one.
Teenager died, no evidence found. Only a book. The title was ‘Every Page’ by Mary, resting in his hands. Died on March, 3rd, 1933.
“This is so ridiculous,” I chuckled. I went back to the door and tried the knob once more. I toggled it and it swung open. “Finally,” I turned the lights on, “Max! Maxie! Treat boy!” Max came running to me and licked my leg. I picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the head. I took out a Beggin’ Strip, and held it up, he jumped up and snatched it with his pearly white teeth. “Good boy!”
I ate dinner alone again. When did I never?
“Okay, lets continue the story,” I grab the book and hop in bed. Right when I was about to read, the phone rang. I answered. “Hello?”
I recognized the voice. “Oh, hey Tyler!” He was one of my friends from college. “What did you call me for?”
“Sara, Annie, and I wanna come over, so we’re coming over.”
“Oh, okay, I guess.” I put my book away and looked at the clock. “9:33” I said to myself. “33… 33…” It sounded so familiar. I turned away and glanced back. The clock said error. I walked over to it and gave it a kick. It turned to 3:33. “What the heck?” I again, looked away and looked back. “9:34,” I had an accomplishing facial expression. “Fixed it.”
“Hey, John, you still there?” The phone said.
I walked back over to the phone that was set on the bedside table. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I had a small problem.”
“You sound really weird, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just a little shaken. Thats all.” That number. 33, or 3. It just gave me shivers.
“Well, do you want us to still come over?”
“Yeah! Umm, totally.” I said, “I’ll set out some food, and put in a movie.”
“Okay, see ya in a bit. Bye”
“Bye.” I set down the phone and picked up the book, I opened to the first page, “Okay, so there was 3 boys, and they spun around 3 times…” I remembered researching it. They died on March 3rd … 1933. Which is… um… 3/3/33. “That is just creepy.” I looked at the calendar, “Today is March 3rd…”
The doorbell rang, I jumped and my heart skipped a beat. Then I heard knocking. “Yo, John!” The person said, “Open up!”
“Oh yeah, it’s Tyler.” I walked to the door, and opened it up. “Hey guys.”
“Heyyy John!” Sara said.
I have to say, Sara is REALLY hot.
We sit down to all watch the movie, “The Hunger Games” I dunno, it’s not my favorite I would say, but it’s not my least favorite movie.
“Oh Tyler!” Sara says out loud right at the part when Rue dies.
“Show some sorrow for that girl!” I reply as a joke.
“No, not that silly goose.” She says. “That book! I heard about that!”
I turn behind me and pick up ‘Every Page. “This old dusty thing?”
“Yes! Give it to me!” I give her the book. “This book was one of the most scariest books ever, legends say that if you read this book, and you do the thing in the bathroom. Bloody Mary will actually appear in your mirror and kill you.”
“Yeah that doesn’t seem so-” I start.
She interrupts and says, “Lets do it.”
If you want me to continue it just let me know.