Please, Don’t Try This Profession

Please don’t try this…. ever.

You won’t come back in one piece, or ever.

How I know is because I am a witness.

I have witnessed ‘The Quiet Ritual’ by the CLA (Celebration of Life) done multiple times.

It is for people who are either terminally ill or for those no longer wish to be on this earth.

We celebrate life one more time and at the end of the celebration, the person who is ready to go, goes in their own way.

However, the one who holds the ceremony has to either be a higher authoritative figure in law or religion.

I’m a priest in a Catholic Church.

I’m a relatively young man with no life and all I have wanted to do is make people happy.

I have given so many elders a celebration on their last day of life on earth which has made them and their families happy.

I know this may sound great and all, but here’s the catch to this private service: I also did mention it is for those who no longer wish to be on this earth.

This could be for people who aren’t elderly or sick per say, but for people who are tapping out.

This is the only organization in the world that will allow something like this.

I was very reluctant to do this, but I signed a contract for 5 years and I couldn’t back out of it.

I was offered great pay and I couldn’t go anywhere else work wise.

After the first person I helped tapped out, that’s when I heard the voices.

They told me that every time I had to do a ritual, I had to take a small piece of myself off of my body.

I was overwhelmed with dreams, visions, shadows, and the b-b-bugs… the fucking bugs.

They crawled over me during my sleep.

Thousands of flies and maggots.

Each day, each ritual, each death, each patch of skin…

Patch of skin… patch of skin… patch of skin…

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The Grove- It’s So Cold… pt 2


I felt as though I had no choice but to follow that light. As soon as it appeared, it zipped through the trees, which caused them to bend outwards like rubber, opening up a new path. I ran to the entrance of the path and stopped for a moment. I was absolutely shocked by what I saw, “there was absolutely no way in hell that could have happened”. But it did. I rubbed my eyes, then looked down the path again. I had chills running down my spine as I stared at the endless path engulfed by white fog. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing, and my legs felt like they were glued to the ground.

I took a deep breath and took slow and steady steps down the path. I felt as though I was being watched by hundreds of curious eyes, but there was no one there. I could hear twigs randomly snapping and the rustling of leaves all around me. I looked side to side, behind me, above me, but saw nothing. I swear to god that out of the corner of each eye, I could see something standing in the distance, but every time I looked around, there was nothing there. I took every ounce of concentration to ignore the overwhelming fear that crawled up and down my spine and continued down the misty path.

If you ignore the sounds of dread, you just might end up dead. 

I immediately stopped dead in my tracks when I heard an eerie, disembodied voice whisper in my left ear. RUN! I bolted down the pathway as fast as humanly possible. Everything around me started to turn into what I can describe in my wildest imagination: hell in its purest form. My surroundings started to fade into darkness and the trees began to seep and drip dark red fluid onto the ground. As I ran I could hear heavy raindrops hitting against the damp leaves around me. A few raindrops turned into an absolute downpour. The skies opened up and flooded upon me. My feet began to lose friction below me and I slipped and fell right on my face. I tried to scramble upwards, but the mud quickly turned to murky flood water. I was being washed away by red fluid that dripped from the trees and heavy rainfall from the skies. My vision was blurred by the murky waters surrounding me. I could feel debris hitting me from all sides of me. I couldn’t tell if they were rocks, twigs, or what, all I know is that they hit me hard, very hard. Suddenly, I felt two bone like hands lift me up from the floodwaters and thrusted me downwards. I was still blinded and could not see where I was falling.

THUNK. I landed face first into a patch of neatly cut grass. It felt as though I was hit by a truck. I slowly used my arms and knees to push myself upwards and what I saw scared me to my core. There it was… my mother’s grave. Freshly cut white, gray, and black granite with a fresh pile of red roses on it. It was a tombstone in the shape of an angel with a black placard sitting in front of it. It looked like as if time had barely touched it.

I’m sorry

The tombstone burst into flames in front of my eyes. I could see my mom rising up from the statue. She was translucent, but her image was clear as day. She was healthy, happy, beautiful. She slowly walked up to me, grasped my hand, and helped me up.

“Mom?” She slightly nodded. I jumped into her arms as hard as I could and never let go. I cried into her chest and told her how much I loved her and missed her.

Don’t trust your brother. Even kin can turn on you.

“What do you mean?” I pulled away and saw that the thing that used to be my mom was an ash covered skeleton with its head tilted back and its mouth fully agape.

“MOM!” I dropped the skeleton and it disintegrated into ash that blew away in the wind. The trees and gravestones surrounding the area were ablazed.

I have to find the truth.


The Grove- It’s So Cold





“Joey! Joey! Joey…”

“Wh-wh-wha what? hm?”


“Who… who’s there?”

“You know who I am, my pretty.”









Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit






“I’m doing okay I guess.”





“Have they signed our medical consent forms yet?”

“Yes they have.”






“Have you had any counseling in the past Alex?”

“Yes of course.”







“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Your friends can come too if you want.”








“How are you feeling Alex?” Jeff asked.













“Already???” Kevin whined.











“Hey!! Are you okay????”








To be continued….








Nameless Dreamer- Growing Pains











“Have you ever played with a toy top before?”









“Uh okay… How do I do that?”


“I think I understand what you mean… okay.”

“Do you see the top?”

“Yes I do see the top.”

“Spin the top.”






“It’s alright dear girl! Give it a moment.”






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Nameless Dreamer


               The moment her eyes opened the new world, she knew that nothing would ever be the same. Her icy blue eyes couldn’t absorb everything around her. A sky full of color that stretched on for what seemed forever, reflective waters as far as the eye can see, one single tree sitting behind her back sitting upon a tiny patch of grass, but what was this? A gentle breeze blew her strawberry-golden blonde hair to the side. She looked down at her dainty bare feet and wiggled her toes within the thick grass. Is this even real? The grass feels real. No way. She thought. She stood up from the chair she woke up in and gazed upon the endless cosmos. Huh? She found that she was wearing a soft white robe with a hood in the back. I know for a fact that I did not go to sleep wearing this. And yet… I don’t plan on taking this off any time soon. This is the softest thing I have ever worn in my life! 

               Suddenly a small orb of indigo light landed on her left shoulder, which caused her to jump. “Hi! What are you?” The orb was the size of an average human fist. It floated at her eye level, but did not say anything back. Suddenly the orb darted forward above the water. “Wait! Where are you going??? Come back!” The girl began to sprint after the orb without paying any mind to the water. She stumbled over the grass onto the surface of the water, which was as solid as ice… but it wasn’t ice. The surface of the water was very much wet with a thin layer of reflective water, but underneath it was completely solid. Wha? There’s no way that this is happening. I’m standing on water… I’m ACTUALLY standing on water. She kneeled down and ran her fingers across the surface of the water. 

              “Follow me!” The orb silently whispered to the girl. She stood up looked up and saw that the orb was a few inches away from her face. As soon as the orb showed up in front of the girl’s face, it swiftly took off. With that, the girl sprinted towards the orb. 

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic Intro)











Peace out!


 The Doctor’s Visit —->



Thanatic Tomb Waltzer

Like everything in this realm and many others, there is always a dark side.

The Grave Dancer has a shadow companion, one which she cannot see, feel, or hear.

Her name is Thanatos, the Thanatic Tomb Waltzer. Unlike The Grave Dancer, she died in anger, pain, and sorrow.

Thanatos died down the street from her very own home. A massive pileup happened in the middle of the road, causing six cars to spiral out of control, slamming Thanatos into another building. The wall made of glass gaveway to the force of the car and sank Thanatos into shards of glass and wood. Thanatos was pronounced dead at the scene. Many others passed away from that crash as well.

The two were once biological twins when they were both still alive. Both loved to sing and dance with one another. The two beings exist on different planes of reality, due to the nature of their deaths and the spirits that they hold within.

Like The Grave Dancer, Thanatos was a name given to her.

Thanatos would only be present in places reeking of death and sorrow.

Cemeteries, broken tombs, old decrepid resting places, even unmarked graves.

Thanatos didn’t just dance like The Grave Dancer, she would dance slowly with a gentle waltz, to an uncontrollable wild dance that is forever unknown.

The Grave Dancer would hum, sing, and laugh, whereas Thanatos would cry, scream, and wail.

She was not a kind hearted spirit like The Grave Dancer. She tormented the dead with her screaming and crying. Sometimes she would dance upon the graves, creating more noise than anything else.

For the spirits that tried to stop her, she would send her ravens to chew them out.

She would cackle at the spirits who suffered from her terror. She laughed at spirits who felt endless pain and sorrow. She even would join in if she felt like the situation warranted it.

Despite the fact that The Grave Dancer and her dog are as happy as can be, she still wonders what has happened to her dear sister.

One day… that all changed.



Grave Dancer (Companion)






