Lost him at the Mall
We arrived at the mall around 3 pm. I had left my husband home since he had complained about the flu he had been having for a few days. My two sons, Jimmy and Ian, were sitting in the back talking about some game Ian had just bought.
Both boys had brown short hair and they were a little shorter than kids were usually around their age. Ian was 12 and Jimmy 10. I asked them to get out of the car and gave them the lists of what we were going to buy. Jimmy tried to go running off but I called him back.
“I need to lock the car first”, I said.
“Okay…” Jimmy whined.
Ian seemed a little off. He was often quite deep in thoughts whenever we went outside. We had discussed it before and I knew he was embarrassed about going to the mall with me. Something his friends had said probably, but he wouldn’t tell me the reason.
“Come on guy, cheer up!” I said and got him moving. Jimmy pushed him even.
“Come on bro! Move, we don’t have the whole
In Second Place
The Tale of DeathI am a silent spectator; I watch but am sure to never interfere. I laugh and I cry with you, but you never know I’m there. Most fear me, and implore that I leave them be. Others of the more despondent variety crave an appointment with me. However one thing people fail to realize is that I decline all invitations offered, I will turn up when I am ready, invited or not. I control all the bad in your life, some deserve the suffering they feel, and others need it to better understand themselves. I apologize for this, the down side to my job I’m afraid. However when you secure a meeting with me I will be sure to explain the reason behind your journey. By now I presume you are curious as to just who, or even what I am. If you are of the intelligent sort and have it all figured out, than I suppose you are questioning why someone of my caliber would take the time to communicate with you.
I am known by an assortment of identities; Azrael, Osiris, Hades and quite simply Death. Howeve
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Case File SC312: Anna - A Cryptids Tale “Did it just say ‘Panda’?”
Jay Cook didn’t need the looks leveled at her by her fellow paranormal investigators to know she had just asked a stupid question. Her friend, Michelle, answered her. “No, it said ‘Anna.’ The woman’s name must be Anna.”
“Anna, why are you here?” Bryson, the lead investigator asked. They’d heard the ghostly voice through the speaker after Mick had exclaimed in such excitement over what he’d heard.
Obviously she answered, because Mick gasped. He quickly rewound and played back the EVP. “Hellhound.”
Mutters of confusion reigned in the sma
Congratulations to all and a big thank you to my friend for helping out with the judging at such sort notice.