“What happened?” I ask Grif as we sat down in the middle of the cave. Everything had been silent and still like a predator ready to attack its prey. “Explain to me, I am so confused.” “We had come back from war. Most people were finding it hard to settle back into society after killing. Suddenly, people were dying. Tens at a time. Keep in mind that we are a small town. We had what? A few hundred people. It was a big dent in our family. We thought that it was someone with P.T.S.D. from the war but…” he paused but I usher him to go on. “It hadn’t been. It had been the evil. The evil had possessed one of our kind and had started killing. We didn’t know the reason so we came down here. There had been a person; Meg’s mother. She had started talking …show more content…
It was they. They chose to sacrifice one person,” he blamed. At that moment, everything clicked. They? You are the one they chose. You’re possessed now. You are the one who possessed Meg. You’re the one who killed Seo. I start to run and kept running but that didn’t stop it. The evil simply had to transport to where I was. Poof! He was in front of me. I hadn’t known anything else to do but kick - in the place that hurt the most. And then, I was back to attacking my mind for not taking putting together the story more quickly. How long had he been possessed? How did I not notice? How - I came to an abrupt halt as I ran into the cage. But there had been no time to contemplate life; I just darted in and instantly there had been movement. The cage had bolted up hundreds of feet and I had fallen to my feet. There had been a huge crash and the next moment I remember, I was out of the elevator. People had started gaping around me, but not a single word was said. It wasn’t because they understood but because they didn’t. I looked around. What could I do? There! Fire. Suddenly, Grif had appeared. It had been an irrational decision. I mean, wouldn’t the people back then have tried fighting the evil? It’s still worth a …show more content…
Everything from here on became blurry. Throwing the stick with the flames mocking me. The horror on Grif’s face. The smell of human flesh burning. Me turning around and looking at the face of the townspeople. ☾ After this moment, I don’t remember much. I have searched and researched about the evil that had possessed Grif, and I’ve only found little about it. To this day, I only know that it was a demon, one from deep down underground. When Grif had been vanquished, there had been a change in the people. It was as if a curse had been lifted. The town became brighter. More laughter filled it than ever before. The poverty in the town minimized and new jobs were created. As for me and my family, we moved and had a fresh start. We were the first to leave in over half a century. My parents started their very own barber shop in our new hometown, Boulder, Colorado and I started freshman year of high school. I had an open mind. I mean, how much worse could it be than before. Currently, all I know for sure is that it is dead for now and hopefully
“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all
Then she began to speak of a world with no room to move, rats that attack you can, bodies piled up, and men without skin. The she starts to see Sethe's face through water and she doesn't want to lose her. She wants to rejoin Sethe.
“My father killed my mother,” he says eventually. It’s horribly casual, the way the words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t think of any other way to say them.
“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .
“When I got back home, I expected to be bullied by my family, like before. But it was quite the opposite. They were proud of me for surviving the war. I gave John’s letter to his mother; it was a horrible experience to say the least. The whole thing is just senseless, killing each other. I hope no one else ever has to experience the things I saw. To this day, I feel like my soul is still there on that battlefield, twisting around in the barbed
Why did you leave me alone! Why'd you betray me! She'd scream out into nothingness. She fought against a restraint. What the hell is holding me back!? All she could see was thousands of trees. She screamed out. A blood curdling scream. Clarke was awaken to the sound of twigs crackling. She sat straight up not registering her tear stained cheeks or how her clothes were damp with sweat. The only thing she did notice was there was a small fire and her pot from out of her bag with water in
At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and
“You live here?” He sounds almost astonished, or maybe just doubtful. His voice is still flat and cold, although there was dozens of questions he probably had. This man clearly wasn’t a team player. On closer examination, I realize he is a man. When he was out, his face appeared much younger, innocent. That was the harsh reality of this world, this man had been through an immense amount of pain, I noticed it in his eyes.
It presents the readers the tragical reality of losing someone at any time during the war. “Ted Lavender, who was a scared, carried tranquilizers until he was shot in the head outside of the village of Than
Many of the men who returned from the war were suffering from serious injuries and the effects of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and shell-shock. They were too tormented to communicate their experiences and involvements, and took them a long time to recover from the distress. Letters were received from soldiers back home, with families left wondering if this will be the last; ‘Dear Mrs Mack, I am writing to tell you of the death of your son Cpl F J Mack. He was brought in here quite early on Monday morning, wounded in the abdomen. Everything possible was done for him and during the day he seemed to maintain his strength, but towards evening he grew weaker/ died about 8.30pm.
The weight of Zaroff’s body in my weak arms, the beating of the heart that I thought could still be there but came about only to be a figment of my imagination. My hands under his expensive silk, fictional whispers leaving his mouth telling me that I did it. I sent him to hell. His whispers turned into screams, blood curdling screams. I put him in. Words unable to be decoded but felt in pain. They sounded inhuman, as if my own conscious was yelling at me. My head spiraling down into somewhere I didn’t want to be.
“wait, wait” he ran after me and slid in front of me blocking the door. He grabbed the door handle with one hand and slowly drew the other hand to the top of his head. He started to tug on his hair and seemed to be pulling off his head. No, it was a mask. And I immediately recognized
“The community broke into complete chaos. Everybody and everything was out of order. When the wave of painful memories hit, the people dropped to the floor and held their heads in excruciating pain. We should have thought this through more carefully Jonas. I would never have believed that such anarchy could become in such a peaceful community. But the memories were too harsh. Riots were started. Fires burnt down the buildings. Some jumped into the river and died just
The next day they were working and the green body twitched. they were astonished, It was amazing! But Victor got scared the thoughts were rushing through his mind again but yet agin he tried as hard as he could to push them away but this time they wouldn't they stayed and haunted him. This caused him to feel worse than he did befor. So bad in fact that he had to go for a walk he couldn't stay in the same room as that body he was scared. And each time ha looked at it or walked near it the thoughts just got louder and harder to forget he just couldn't. After his walk he felt as well as if a bus just ran him over but he did not let this stop him any longer and once he put the electricity to the body the monster sat
With the death of family members, the family situation on the home front changed drastically. Judy Woodbury, who was a young child during World War II, testifies that the death of her father had a