You know, it can be such a nuisance when you remember a suppressed memory. Just trying to fish and remembering every last detail of the hellish nightmare that once was. Well, sometimes you just can't keep it hidden from yourself forever. It all comes back to light eventually, be it a year from now or fifteen years you will still feel the every last bit of guilt that comes with it. Always trying to avoid the urges you get to spew every last word out, as if some bad pot of coffee that some hotel operator used as an ashtray. I'm not hiding from it anymore.
It all started a few weeks from the end of my fifth grade year in northern Michigan. The flowers were just set in bloom and the sweet aromas of the lilac and lavender flooded the auditorium. The entire building felt nice to be around, quiet teachers and well behaved students as well. Three weeks from the end of school I had returned one night to find that my brother was lying in bed grasping the lower portion of his side. I quickly asked what was wrong, and my mother had simply told me he had gotten the stomach flu from a classmate in his second grade class. I walked in to check on him as he was covered in blankets and felt his fore-head. There was sweat soaking the blankets and sheets of his white, twin-size mattress. I quickly pulled the blanket from him and he started vomiting orangish-yellow bile. It had gotten all over the sheets and blankets so I hurried and checked the bed for any that had missed the blankets. Luckily enough for me none had gotten on his bed, so there was no need for me to clean it. I got a bucket for him and told my father that he had needed to go to the hospital.
My father called in to his work to take him to the hospital but was told he could not use the day as a personal day and that it was an absence. He became quickly aggravated with them and slammed the phone down. My mother had asked what was wrong, he quickly replied by changing the subject to my brother needing to go to the hospital. They hurriedly loaded my brother up and took him to the hospital. Once we got closer to the hospital it seemed to have a complete environment change to a dark, secluded, and highly unhappy aura. We had finally gotten to the hospital after thirty minutes of my fathers erratic driving, missing two turns and having to turn around multiple times.
The hospital smelled grotesque, as if spoiled milk was left in the waiting rooms. It didn’t seem any cleaner either, you could see the dust on the receptionists counter as you reached for the sign-in clipboard. We were forced to wait 3 hours for a doctor to take us in and after they had seen him they had prescribed him an antibiotic and told to go home and rest. The doctor was an older man, perhaps mid to late fifties and smelled like stale cologne with long legs and scrawny arms. He had written quite slowly for being a doctor and was rather impatient with my younger brother. We proceeded to walk my brother back out to the car and go get his prescription filled at the closest pharmacy.
I had felt horrid that night so I had went to sleep rather earlier than usual at around maybe eight-o'clock. I had woken up at six and gotten ready for school allowing me a few minutes to watch television before the bus. I ate breakfast at school since I had watched tv before hand. I was sitting in my chair waiting for the teacher to pick me for the answer to the question as the phone had started ringing. I felt a sudden sense of dread reign over me. The call had been for me, I had to collect my things from my locker and go home. I walked outside after collecting my things and noticed my mother and father were both in the car. My father was smoking a cigarette with the window rolled down and rushed me into the car. I had asked what the problem was and my mother said, "we're on our way to the hospital, your brother has appendicitis and needs surgery." I was speechless, at 8 my brother had already needed a surgery. I could only imagine what he had felt.
We rushed towards the hospital in another town since the staff here wasn’t equipped for the surgery and drove sixty miles. It had felt as if hours had passed when we finally got there, walking in to the hospital had felt as if my legs were lead weights. Once we had finally gotten to the receptionists counter I was surprised. The counters smelled good, like a pine-sol type deal but hey at least it was better than the one in my town. We asked for my brothers room number and were escorted to the room since surgery had just been started.
After walking back to the room we were made to sit in another waiting room for about three hours until the surgeon had finally come out. The surgeon talked to my parents stating that waiting any longer would have killed my brother. My dad still seemed quite nerved, he had been told to go in the following night although he wasn't scheduled. He would get up from the waiting room chair, walk to the room my brother had been in and walk back, constantly pacing the floor. For the next few hours I could barely tell what was going on in his head, until my brother finally came to from the anesthetics. Once he was awake my father rushed to the room, he grabbed my brothers arm and continued to say "I'm sorry" just over and over until tears fell from his face. He immediately became hysterical thanking the doctors for all of their help. My mother grabbed him and told me to wait with my brother so they could walk to the car. I felt my brothers hand and asked if he could talk to me, he slowly tried talking and said, "How long are we going to be here?" I walked over and started talking to the doctor to find out and to my surprise he was allowed out the next day. I had told my brother and he seemed alright with it, just relaxing watching tom and jerry so I proceeded to investigate the room further.
I opened the bathroom doors and the interior was much larger than I had expected. The bathroom had a large walk-in tub and a thin baby blue curtain with white tiles on the floor. Everything had seemed so clean in the hospital. I began to be nosy and opened the closet and saw my brothers clothes along with a gown and hospital socks. Not really much was interesting until I came across the metal rack that had held the scalpel and other utensils. The nurse had just walked in as I was about to reach for the hospital rack and all I heard was "NO! stay away from that." I had to of jumped back because I remember tripping on the edge of the metal chair.
As I fell the nurse rushed over to pick me up. She had long brown hair with a more oval and very pretty face and stood maybe five and a half feet tall. Her voice seemed awfully loud and high pitched as she asked me if I was alright. I told her that I was alright so she walked me to the seat nearest to the door and had told me to wait for my parents to get back into the room. Maybe five minutes later my mother had walked back up to the room and said my dad was on the phone with his boss. She didn’t seem too terribly enthused about it, she told my brother that we had to go home and make dinner and that we would call after we had eaten.
My mother walked to his bedside and gave him a kiss on the forehead so I proceeded to walk over and give a half hug before we left. As we walked out the door I had noted the room number 608 as well as the doctors name Dr.Krusniak. We walked to the elevators as I impatiently pushed the button repeatedly. My mother hadn't even noticed how many times I pressed the button, something really must be up I thought to myself. As we walked to the main waiting room I noticed my father waiting at the front door with a glum look on his face. He walked with us back out to the car and was talking to my mother the entire way.
After we got to the car my mother said, "Well, ill call her tonight and ask for the money". My father just looked at her and said okay. Once we got headed towards the house I asked what was wrong. My mother said that as soon as I got home that I needed to start packing and didn’t say anything else the entire ride home.
I walked into my room as soon as I got home, it was small but it was mine. Pictures of cars and inventions I had wanted to build lined the walls of the dark blue room. I started packing all of my things and left out all but two sets of clothes, a set that looked decent and a trashed pair of jeans and battered t-shirt. A half hour went by and my mother walked to the room and had told me dinner was ready and to take a break from my room. We had a recipe my mother had created that she called "Italian chicken". It had meat patties with pasta sauce, ricotta cheese, layered with cheese, and lasagna noodles along with chicken flavored crackers.
When dinner was finished my father said that we needed to go to the grocery store to pick up banana boxes. We got the banana boxes and returned home after stopping by the old gas station for a pack of cigarettes. Once we were home my mother told me to pack my brothers room along with giving me the news that I wasn’t going back to school and I was being pulled early. I packed the rest of my room that night and packed my brothers clothes up as well. The next day I awoke at roughly ten-O' clock and got up for breakfast but noticed both of my parents passed out on the couch.
Everything had looked different, it just looked vague and void of all happiness. I glanced into the kitchen and had saw that everything was gone. There was no toaster, no silverware not even a microwave, just a coffeepot and the refrigerator. I searched the fridge for anything to eat and found bread along with some lunchmeat that had been bought a few days prior. I then worked on my brothers room for a few hours until I realized my brother had to be picked up. I woke up my mother and told her id stay home and pack until they got home with my brother.
As soon as they left I packed the living room up and cleared all of the shelves on the television stand. Everything seemed so much faster when they had left, I sped through the entire house packing anything In sight. After I was finished I had sat on the couch and watched television until they returned. It was about two hours before they returned home and gave me the big news. We were moving, not just out of town but completely out of state. We were going to live with my grandmother in Mississippi.
My mother had wanted me to talk to my grandmother, especially since the last time she saw me was when I was five so she called my grandmother and handed the phone to me. She had sounded so nice, she told me about bikes all around for us to ride and a private pond to fish in as well. Talking to her made me happy that I still had her around. Then the phone went to my mother, all of the sudden screaming broke out over the phone and my mother just hung up.
While she put the phone down she was muttering something under her breath, I couldn’t quite make it out. I had to help my brother out of the van and into the house so he could sit down. He wasn’t feeling much anymore after the pain-killers he was given for the surgery. He seemed shocked when they had gotten home, almost as if he hadn't been told. My brother asked what was going on so I told him what was happening. At first my brother had a disgruntled look on his face but it slowly changed to a giant smirk as I told him we could spend more time together over our extended summer.
The next day we packed the van to the very brim and folded all of the rear seats down except two for me and my brother. We then went to the grocery store and picked up chips and snacks for the long trip. We headed towards Mississippi after the grocery store. As we got further away from the city you could see more plant life, open fields where farmers had been plowing and all types of trees. The air smelled of a pleasant pine scent and trees started to appear on both sides of the vehicle as we progressed.
A few hours later we had made it to Indiana, we hurriedly crossed through to get to Illinois due to the police being more stuck up in Indiana. We got to Illinois and took a restroom break and got out long enough to resupply on snacks and stretch our legs. My dad told us to load up the car around ten minutes after we stopped and said to make sure we don’t have to go to the bathroom. We were in the car for about fifteen minutes and just getting on the highway as my brother says "I have to pee". My father seemed quite agitated as he chuckled and said," Next exits 40 miles." My brother grabbed a pop bottle and got under a blanket and said all done as he threw the bottle at my mother. She took the bottle and threw it on the highway as it spewed all over cars on the underpass.
We had pulled out the portable dvd player and watched kids movies for a few hours until around 8pm. At that point I had asked how much further we had to go and was told if I went to sleep we'd get there faster. I had said no but asked if there were signs I could look for until I did. I started looking for the I170 West sign and after about an hour saw the sign and asked for another. Then I was told to look for the I57 sign and fell asleep shortly afterwards but never saw the sign.
I woke up a few hours later only to notice the car was pulled over and my father was taking a piss. He got back in the vehicle as I asked where we were only to be given the response "Kentucky". My brother was beginning to wake back up so I closed my eyes to discourage him from getting up. I woke up again at 4:30 in Mississippi at my grandmothers rocky driveway.
As we pulled in the driveway there were three run-down busses at the mouth of the long driveway. On the ground you could see the tin cans reflecting the beam of the cars headlights. To each side of the driveway there were loads and loads of old bike frames, lawnmowers and other items piled to the height of the garage and went back all the way to the house. Despite my grandmother being a hoarder her house was well organized and clean. I could see my grandmother standing on the porch steps to her house.
When we stopped at the end of the driveway my grandmother was yelling something. We opened the doors and the yelling continued, " Get those kids in here to be checked for lice and take showers!" I walked up to the door where she was and she gave me hug and told me to get in the shower. I got in the shower and hurried to get clean so I could sleep. After I got out I fell asleep on the her couch and didn’t pay attention to anything. I woke up at around eight and breakfast was being cooked. Sausage, eggs and orange juice were on the table as soon as I got off the couch and I was the only one besides my grandmother that was awake. She called me over to the table and made the motion to eat with her so I did.
My dad woke up a short while after my grandmother had finished cooking and pulled me away to unpack the van with him and to get things set up. unpacking didn’t take much longer than it did packing so we finished quite quickly. After we got the televisions and stands all set up we decided to take a break while my mother and brother were setting up the nick-nacks on shelves and cleaning. We decided to take a small walk to see if the pond my father used to fish at was still there.
We started walking on the old paths and got about two miles in when I noticed a fork in the road. There were trees and bushes covering all of the second trail and we began to hear scurrying across the path. Curious as to see what it was I walked closer to the path until my father said," Don’t go there." I was still curious as to why he said no but didn’t question it the slightest. as we got further from the trail we heard running behind us. I stopped to turn and a man with a ripped up and stained shirt along with tattered pants came running at us.
We started running as fast as we possibly could to get to the open patch of land beside the pond having to jump a small river. My father had fallen in the side of the river as I struggled and violently shook him to his feet. We got across and looked back, there was nothing there. Not even the slightest of a noise came from the surrounding forest. I was panicking and exasperated, I struggled to force the words from my mouth, " What in the fuck was that?!?" My father just replied, "lets stay the hell away from that trail unless we have a gun." I was completely agreeing with him as we began walking the longer and yet more open road home.
As we were walking my father told me not to talk about it or my family would think we were nuts. I understood what he was asking of me. When we got back to the house my grandfather was waiting for me and said he had a present for me. Trying not to think of what had just happened I followed him. He gave me a flashlight that said Gerber Carnivore on it, although it was a dim light I was still pretty happy it was given to me and I hugged him. I then ran to my dad and showed him as he smiled at how enthused I was over a flashlight.
The flashlight seemed very dim so I replaced the batteries, yet it still wasn't any brighter. I toyed with it for hours but eventually gave up on trying to make it brighter. It began to get late so I went back inside the house and ate dinner with my family. I decided to lye down after dinner, trying to relax after the long car ride. I watched an old English cartoon with talking peas and no plot at all until I eventually fell asleep.
The next day I woke up and grabbed my grandfathers .22 rifle so I could go explore the trails more. The further I got into the paths the more I noticed the surrounding area, the brush made the lighting dim but I still had the dim flashlight I was given. I decided to take the trail we had passed and followed it until I reached three small buildings. There was kudzu engulfing the buildings, which had looked to be at least fifty years old. In the smallest building the white walls had been crushed in and the ceiling seemed to have fallen in years ago.
As I walked to the second building I heard a loud smashing noise in the largest of the buildings. I stopped and scanned the area searching for what had made the noise, nothing in sight. I walked into the largest building seeing half of the roof had fallen in and the window only a few inches off the ground I decided to watch my step. I slowly turned the light seeing old car parts in one room that looked to be almost as old as the house. I started searching the area as I saw a hallway with a door at the end of it.
Approaching the hallway I noticed rubble on the floor where part of the ceiling in the hallway had fallen in. As I got closer to the door I noticed a putrid stench, almost of a mixture of rotted roast beef with a hint of spoiled eggs. The smell was discouraging but I had to see what was in that one room. I walked over and cracked the door and cockroaches started flooding the hallway coming from inside the door. There scampering sound reminded me of a bunch of mice running to escape a fire. The odor grew stronger as I pushed open the creaking door. The door was open enough for me to squeeze through at this point so I did. Moving the light around I noticed the walls were a fluorescent orange when the light was close to them.
I looked throughout the room and noticed it was quite empty other than a chair and desk along with cellar type door in the floor with a chain over it. I walked over to the desk and picked up the book as I got cold chills. I opened the first page and couldn’t make out the words so I used the light I was given. As I drew the light nearer to the page I noticed the while book lit up and felt as if it were in a dried leather binding. The first page in the book read,"THIS IS HOW GODS ARE MADE". I slowly put down the illuminated book and reached toward the cellar door as I was ripped backwards into a wall. I started screaming and it seemed almost too late as I remembered the .22.
I turned as quickly as I could and fired two shots as I heard the loudest wailing scream of my life and ran. I ran straight through the front door and had dropped my light so I turned and grabbed it along with a piece of wood that was beside it on the ground. I ran all the way back up the trail to the house and collapsed trying to scream. My father rushed to my aid and asked what had happened since my arm was quite bruised from the landing and I showed him the wood. I Hadn't noticed the wood had said anything until he tried reading it. The sign read, "Omnem dimittite spem O vos intrantes".
My father smacked me across the face and I felt a strong stinging cessation. He screamed " Don’t fucking lie to me!" He ran to my grandmothers house and grabbed a shotgun. Then he drove up to the neighbors and knocked on the door until someone answered and pulled the trigger in their face. After he was done he threw gasoline all through out their house and let it burn. I was sent to my uncles and explained what had happened.
My uncle then told me that the light was a deer tracking light and that what I saw all over the walls and in the book had been blood. The binding was more than likely dried skin from what my uncle had said. He had also explained to me that the word on the wood were latin and translated to " Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." In my mind I was replaying every second of the event wondering what I had shot.
Police didn’t show for another two or three weeks either, there was no sign the house had ever even existed by that time and kudzu had engulfed most of the property. Now I lay in bed at night wondering, "what would have happened if they just would have listened? What had i done?".
Submitted April 11, 2015 at 06:18PM by daytripper667 http://ift.tt/1ITJRAJ nosleep
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