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Don’t Look Back
WHAT YOU WILL NEED:
- A small empty room: a closet, pantry, small bathroom, etc, with no windows. The room should be big enough and empty enough for a single person of your size to stand in without touching the walls or door. If the only thing you have to work with has windows, cover them so that no light can come through.
- Three matches
- A method of telling time
- A pen/pencil and some paper
HOW TO PLAY:
The Kaleidoscope
While honeymooning in Maine, my wife and I stopped in the picturesque town of Boothbay on a particularly dreary and rainy day. Since our planned picnic was out of the question, we sought shelter in a dilapidated little antique store near the harbour. While my wife inspected the large chests and side tables near the door, I eagerly examined the antique tools and seafaring equipment inside the glass sales counter at the back. Being a collector of optics and mariner’s instruments, I hoped to find a sextant, or perhaps an old leather-bound telescope.
I Should Have Known Better
I should have known better than to be poking around there, especially so close to dark. I should not have scoffed at the “NO TRESPASSING” signs on the fence. I should have known better than to jump the fence. I should have known better than to approach the abandoned shop. I definitely should have known better than to pull off the boards over the door, no matter how rotten they were or how easily they came off. I should have known better than to jimmy the door until it opened. I should have known better than to come without a flashlight, thinking my cellphone would throw out enough light. I should have known better than to play with the old machinery, long since stationary without the industrial grade current flowing through its motors. I should have known better than to pry open that box. I should have known better than to stare at what was in the box for too long.
You should have known better than to follow me.
Do Not Disconnect
Torie was a teenage girl. She lived in a small town in North Dakota. She could be a troublemaker at times, but her heart was in the right place. In school, she was very envious of her friends. Almost all of them had snazzy new Ipod touches, and she only had an old CD player her mom gave to her.
So on her birthday, she finally got what she wanted, an Ipod that her parents purchased online. It seemed like an older version, not as fancy as the Ipods her friends had, but she didn’t mind. Torie tried to turn it on for the first time, but it didn’t start up. She assumed it was low on battery life, so she plugged it into her computer. She grasped it in anticipation for it to get charged, and before she knew it, it was finished charging.
Black-Eyed People
Black-Eyed People (sometimes called Black Eyed Children) are young people, often children, with eyes that are solid black and no differentiation between sclera, pupil, or iris. Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and very dangerous.
The Couch
I was very young; only 4 or 5, at most, before either of my siblings were born. It was just Mommy and Daddy and me, living in our little house in Great Bend, Kansas. Very quaint. We were a young family, without much money, and most of our furniture was second-hand.
It was the middle of the day; summer, hot, boring. I was playing marbles by myself on the thin carpet beside the huge, old, flower-patterned-couch. Mom was down the hall in the kitchen, and Dad was at work.
Snuff Film
Of course nobody believes in Snuff films. It’s just too sick to be real, right? Nobody in their right mind would actively produce evidence against them like that, let along make money off of it. Al Goldstein, publisher of Screw magazine, has a standing offer of one million American dollars for the one who can find a real, commercially sold Snuff movie. The offer has been in place for years and nobody has claimed it.
And for good reason. I mean, you don’t buy a carton of cigarettes and then sell it for half or a third of the price, do you?
Bloody Mary
She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors
The Feeling
Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.
Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.
