A book of different short stories, bases around Horror, paranormal, grusome ,stories.

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Warning this novel is very scary!!!! 

Don't read the novel late at night.

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What would you do if you happen to wake up late at night?

Or

If you stumbled something you shouldn't have?

Or

Plague by something?





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Short scary stories found in subreddit nosleep.

It was hard to disregard this anomaly as unrelated to what Altin's friends described. In both cases, objects that should have fallen didn't fall.

"What if more and more things that are supposed to fall didn't fall anymore? François wouldn't be able to play ball games anymore." Altin thought.

A significant number of technologies would, in fact, not work anymore.

The four boys and Mr. and Mme Durand kept watching the TV. They concluded that what was reported had likely happened. However, no one knew why or how. The six enjoyed a heated discussion on what happened.

Unfortunately, no good result came. Altin, François, Julien, and Paul headed to their room - a single room with four bunk beds. Altin actually had his own room, but he preferred to sleep in the company of his friends when they were here.

They entered the room.

"Guys, it's pointless to discuss these phenomenons. We'll never know. Might as well play some good games. Deal?" François said.

"Deal." Julien agreed. He loved video games. He only had to move his fingers! He had loved games since he was 5. His glasses, red and blue on the sides, gave hints at that.
"You guys decide" Paul didn't have much of an opinion on this matter. He was not too fond of games.
"Well... sure!" Altin hesitated but eventually agreed.
He was still lost in thoughts. Unlike the others, he couldn't let go. He wanted to know. He wanted to understand what happened.

That night, the boys played until midnight. Tired but contented, they went to bed.

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A cute kid of medium build was in an empty room with grey walls, with no window. It was a dark room with a few light bulbs hanging from the naked ceiling.
He turned to his right. There, he saw a friend. He tried to say a few words, but no sound came out;
So he turned to his right again. He saw another friend, but the latter seemed to rise higher and higher in the air until he disappeared from the ceiling.
He turned to his right once more. Yet another friend was standing in front of a large TV screen. On the screen, a video of the sun was being played. The video was weird: the sun darkened and darkened until completely turning dark, not emitting any light anymore. The screen had just turned off.
So the cute kid turned to his right one final time: by turning four times to the right, he had finally come to face ahead of him. He saw a 15 y.o. kid, 167cm tall, dressed in a weird pair of clothes. The kid smiled. Right at this moment, the first light bulb went out. Then the second, then the third... and quickly the entire room was plunged into darkness.
The kid was scared.
He pinched his nose and blows.
The air flew.
"I must be dreaming. WAKE UP!" The kid moved his legs with all his willpower. He was terrified of the darkness.

Altin woke up.
He just had a nightmare—a bizarre one, hardly understandable.
"Am I awake ?" Altin wondered. He pinched his nose and did another reality test. This time, he felt the air blocked. He definitively was awoken.

He found his phone under his pillow: it was 7 am. Sunline was already shining through the curtain, but his friends were still sleeping. Altin would usually fall asleep at a moment's notice and be the last to exit the bed, but today, he didn't.

Instead, he considered his dream.

"Two of the anomalies in my dreams happened after the ball, hammer, and teacher anomalies. But no idea about the two others."

"I've never seen three weird oddities occurring soon after the other and being recorded on video. It was even shown on TV. Could it be three paranormal activities? That can't be right. Too many occurred subsequentially. What if it's happening in many places? "

"How to find out if similar people have experienced the same thing? What is happening?"

Still in his bed, Altin opened the phone's browser with his phone on hand. He searched "strange incidents." The search yielded many results, but most were disregarded as scams or reported as paranormal activities. They had always been many stories of ghosts, demons, or witches. That wasn't new. It was hard to distinguish the truth from the false. "Perhaps that isn't a good way to search," He thought.

He then decided to go on Facebook and check the most viral videos posted by students around his age. The result surprised him.

All the videos showed weird incidents during which "gravity" seemed wrong or "sound" was deformed. There were also videos of electronics behaving very weirdly or not working at all. Altin would disregard these videos in the past. However, he had personally experienced such one anomaly. He knew some videos had to be true. Moreover, the top viral videos usually aren't on the paranormal. This time was an exception.

Indeed this time, weird phenomena were reported in the whole world; some videos were posted in English, some in Chinese, some in German, some in French, some in Japanese...

"Even if facking weird stuff had just become a trend, it must have started from something real." Altin thought.

He kept watching the videos the whole morning.

When François, Julien, and Paul woke up, he then shared what he discovered.
It became hard to deny that "something" was happening.

They talked all morning till mid-afternoon.

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"It's incredible! Weird stuff happening everywhere and witnesses all around!" Paul exclaimed.
"Yeah, I double-checked what Altin sent, and I agree with him. With so many proofs and occurrences, there must be something going on". Julien asserts.
"I knew the ball had really 'bugged' at that time." François voiced his opinion. He stood lazily against the wall with his large build.
"Probably a bug in the matrix." Julien joked. Geek as he was, he was fond of sci-fi movies.
"There are even scientists that are interested in the anomalies. But because they never last, they are unable to measure anything, so there has been no progress." Altin added.
"And what do they say?" Julien asked. He was especially interested in physics. Sciences were his thing.
"They say that nothing makes sense. It was as if the physics laws they knew didn't apply anymore. Since nobody could do appropriate experiments, they said this might be a mass hysteria case. People dreaming." Altin recounted.
"I would agree with them, but we saw it ourselves." Julien immediately disagreed with the explanation proposed.
"Yes, we saw it." Paul was the first to confirm that.
"Yeah." François said.
"Yes," Altin replied, dead serious.
"Ah, I also found another piece of information. Ready?" Julien said: "According to an analyst, the number of searches for urban legends and supernatural events has more than doubled. It has been... multiplied by 10! Something big is happening, and it's everywhere."
"Wow." Everybody was stunned.

A moment of silence.

"Hey, do you think we can maybe explore a location with an anomaly to see for ourselves?" Paul proposed. He looked very excited.
"Not interested." This stuff was scary, so Julien immediately refused.
"I'll let it up to you." François didn't oppose but didn't support either.
"I want to know as well, but how do you suggest we find a good place to go?" Altin asked.
"No idea," Paul admitted.
He paused, thought, and then said:
"Actually, I might know. If we follow the Facebook and Instagram groups of our school neighborhood, we'll eventually hear of something interesting, right?"
"That's a plan, yes." Altin agreed. "Stories like these are the first to spread on social media." Altin thought.
"Cool! That's so cool! Then, let's wait and see! I'll go follow a few accounts right now." Paul was excited like a kid being promised a trip to Disneyland.
"Alright, I'll help you look for something. Meanwhile... wanna chill a little?" Français had had enough of this discussion, so he suggested doing something else.

The suggestion was welcomed.

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Five days later, on Thursday.

It was lunch break.
Altin had just stepped out of the classroom, and he was on his way to the cafeteria, where he would meet with his friends. They would first meet outside the cafeteria, then queue together to avoid boredom. Like in many French middle schools, there were always too many people released at once, so you would always have to queue for 5 to 20 minutes before getting your meal.

Altin arrived in front of the cafeteria, a separate section of the school building located on the ground floor. Standing not far from the queue, he saw Julien and Paul.

Altin immediately felt happiness. He was starving, and he couldn't wait to fill his tummy. It was well-known that those who arrived first would get the best food.

"Guys! Glad you're here! Where's François? Can we join the queue already?" Altin exclaimed. He looked at his friends, expecting a quick and positive reply.

Instead, Paul said: "He's on his way, but WAIT, there's something I need to tell a.s.a.p: I found our spot. I found a place that may have an anomaly not far from the school. We can go anytime."
"I confirm his guess seems solid, there is something peculiar happening there, and it doesn't look like a scam." Julien acquiesced.

"OK, so... what's happening, and where is it?" Altin asked reluctantly. While he was curious to go, he was also afraid. Although the anomalies they heard of didn't seem dangerous, they were still weird enough to scare anyone.

Paul started to tell: "It's on a construction site 25min away from here. A new residential building is being built there. However, the construction has stopped for a while because of a lack of funding. Some students of our school usually go to the site to party or play in privacy. Artificial light has been installed in most parts of the building. The workers supposedly installed to help the construction. However, they probably forgot to remove them as they paused the construction. " He looked at Altin. He knew he had just hooked him.

"People go there every day, and there is never any problem. However, a student claimed that the light kinda stopped working on the building's second-floor yesterday evening. I say "kinda" because the light was still shining from the lamps and the light bulbs, but in one area, the light just "stopped" there, as if something was either blocking or absorbing the light. Ever heard of "black holes"? That's something like it—Pitch black. After making a video, the student stayed a bit with his friends and then left at sunset. They didn't dare to enter the dark area. Then they posted the video on Instagram. Not too many people have seen it already, and considering it was reported just yesterday evening, I don't think anyone has been there again." Paul finished recalling the story.

"So when do you suggest we go? After class this evening?" Altin inquired.

"No, we should go now! We never know how long this anomaly will last, not even if it is one." Paul saw that Altin wasn't exactly convinced.
"Besides, it'll be scary when it gets darker. In daylight, it should be alright." He added.

That sold Altin. Like many kids, he was afraid of the dark, so going in broad daylight was a big advantage.

"OK, OK, let's go now. Julien, can you stay here to wait for François and get lunch for us? We'll tell you what we saw when we come back." Altin asked Julien.

"Deal." Julien agreed. Firstly, he was hungry, and secondly, he was not too fond of this adventure. He preferred staying away from the weirdness of all those anomalies.

Grrrr... Altin's stomach complained of this decision.
"This is going to be a long day. This has better to be worth it." Altin thought.

Altin and Paul immediately left the school and walked toward the construction site. During the lunch break, the school staff permitted the students to leave the school's enclosure to buy some take-away food.

25 minutes later.

They arrived in front of a medium-sized construction site, enslaved by "Keep Out" prefab walls. It was forbidden to intrude into a construction site, but no one had ever been arrested regarding this one. After all, it was deserted. Even if a passerby saw you, they wouldn't think much of you trespassing.
In the middle of a site, there was a three stories building. It looked unfinished: some walls had windows, some didn't. The external facade had never been painted: the concrete walls were in their natural color, grey. The entrance was a gap large enough for two doors: the doors had never been installed.

Paul and Altin found a section of the construction site wall that they could easily escalate. They did just that.

They just entered the building.
Because the windows had never been finished, sunlight shone through the wall's gaps. It was bright enough to see without artificial lighting, except in rooms without windows.

Like the corridor or the staircase; for those, neons had been installed and left on during the construction.

Altin and Paul had no problem finding the staircase.
"Do you think we'll see something ?" Paul asked.
"Maybe, let's see!" Altin replied.

Altin and Paul started to climb the staircase.
"Eh? These walls look familiar..." Altin mused to himself while going up.

A moment later, they reached the second floor.

The staircase led immediately to ample space, yet to be divided into rooms. Instead, the concrete support pillars were laid bare in many places.

In the middle of the space,

There

Was

Darkness.

The light shone all around the area. It was very bright, but for no reason at all... pitch-black darkness filled the center of the open space.

It looked like...
...a small black hole.

Altin and Paul gasped.

**Wants realistic fantasy powered by science set in today's world? **
In the 21th century, our whole world was based on technologies that we used to operate our daily life. 
Phones, internet, cars, electricity, wheels...were all based on principles of physics that had been unchanged and studied since ancient time. 

We were wrong. 

As our world changes forever and learns to manipulate a new kind of energy, follow the adventure and meteoric rise of four teenagers. With no power except their friendship to help them, they must brave one challenge after another to survive an increasingly dangerous world.

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AUTHOR ANNOUNCEMENT: The book focuses on realism and world building. The story takes place today, and because it tries to stay real and relevant, the pace is slow and steady. 

There is no system, no god, no absurd luck or bad luck: only a mysterious and gradual change.

Each chapter is between 2000 and 3500 words. 
The current release frequency is 1 chapter every Sunday, sometimes an extra chapter.
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The coldness of the night was like one I had never experienced before. We gathered dry woods and started up a fire for the time was about seven pm and we were no where near the camp. My body continued to shiver from both the cold and the fear I was feeling inside. An intrapersonal conflict was taking place within concerning whether or not it was right to hearken to Jason and stay here for the night or continue walking and increase the chances of someone finding us and taking us back to the camp. "Elena must be worried, everyone else will be sleeping by now, not caring about where the nerd is. They are having their a good night sleep while I on the other hand, am in the middle of nowhere and can expect my death at anytime", these were the thoughts circulating in my weak brain. With the help of Jason, I setted up an insecticide net which I took along knowing we will be camping on this trip, and a blanket as well. Jason had same stuff, but in the woods, there was no way I was going to sleep alone, not in a scary place like this. Though the net was not big enough, it accommodated both of us. I used my bag as a pillow, laid facing the starlit sky and begun trying to make meaning out of the shapes they made. "I came across a river while searching for dry woods earlier, maybe you might wanna go for a swim?..." he spoke at last, turning to my direction, he had not said a word for more than twenty minutes, all he had been doing was nodding to what I say. "I hope you're not saying rightnow? " i replied, and started counting the stars to his hearing "anytime you want. I wanted to tell you so you'll be aware, you know I can't live with stinking fishes, I might suffocate" "Don't you dare play smart, I don't stink thickhead, besides even if I did, it'll smell like a million dollar perfume" I joked, and we both begun to laugh. "Is your body still hurting? he asked, "yeah" I answered. " Sorry I dragged you into this, it's all my fault, we should have stayed with the others back there. You wouldn't be in this state rightnow.""Shhhhhh, it's not, your fault, I had the choice to stay but I wanted to see where the animal lived and it led us to where you happened to be going. Does it not sound weird?Anyways, I don't want to unfold any mystery. I saw a book in your hand while returning from the wood search, where did you get it from and what is it about? I switched topics.
"I only know the title to be 'PARANORMAL ME ' but haven't read anything in it, you know I don't like books of this nature, ancient-looking, not catchy at all" he laughed. " Don't worry, I know I am ancient like you always say, so am interested, gentleman" I joked. He handed it to me and I sat to read despite the fact that I knew what paranormal meant. He was right, I'm the type of person interested in weird and ancient books, and stories  etcetera. "This book is good with the good and can do a lot of damage in the hands of the opposite" I begun "Life is simple when you have faith. Even the Bible says that if you have faith, you can command mountains to move and they will obey. We watch magicians performing their mind-blowing tricks on TV and we're like 'wow I wish I could do that ' . But today, with this book, your wish will be fulfilled" I paused and looked in Jason's direction to see if he was following. "Go on..." he whispered "Dedicated to my dearest JAires, this is my way of saying 'Thank you' for freeing me. But you must know that this is a beginning of your paranormal life..." "Wait pause" Jason, interrupted " JAires?" Does it not sound strange?" he asked, sounding like the Batman saying 'oh no' right in the face of doom. "It sounds like a thank you letter to this JAires person, he or she must have done something great for the wri-" I paused and thought about the name for a second" Jason, Aires? Its like our names combined?" "Great thinking that was what I was going to tell you" Jason replied. "Haha" I laughed, "time to sleep, I'll continue reading some other time. Here, keep it. Good night!" I said, and shut my eyes, hoping the pains my body is going through will come to an end when the morning comes.
I heard my three thirty alarm tone which was rooster, making so much noise. I woke up, stretched out a little and switched on my phone's flashlight. "Wake up sleepy head it's morning" I said and begun shaking Jason's leg continuously to wake him up. After a minute he had no choice but to wake up. "So early? am not sure it's even two Aires. Don't tell me you're scared of the dark?  Are you?" he rubbed his eyes multiple times and sat. "Which way leads to the river you were talking about, I need to go take a swim before  morning comes" I questioned, hastely. Thing is, morning will come soon, and am not sure shy me can take a bath with a friend around, much less a guy! Jeez. "Okay, let's hit the road" he said, taking the lead. 
After two hours and forty minutes we reached the camp. The only sounds to be heard were that of humming birds. I dialed Elena's number and called and in not less than a minute, she came out of her tent which was the one in the middle. The looks on her face was that of excitement and anger rolled together, but her eyes sold her out to be still sleepy. "Start talking!" she ordered, Elena is like a sister to me, and to her, my every move matters. "Not now, you're still sleepy, I'll be outside when you wake up" I walked out and got a spot beneath a tree and sat for fresh air. "It feels like a dream doesn't it?" Jason said from behind, holding up 'PARANORMAL ME '. "What feels like a dream?" I asked, taking it from his hand. "I never doubted a word from this book from the time I saw JAires in it-" he paused and looked at me, his face was full of smiles so like usual I hit him with my fist to get him to let the cat out. "Last night, the fall, you were limping and your whole body was hurting remember?" he asked, it was then that I realized I wasn't feeling the pain anymore. "Holly shi....." "holly God" he said, cutting me off. "What happened to the scars? the pains... I don't feel them anymore.. my head is not aching either! Jason what happened? I knew it when we went to HOMER that you are a wizard, a socerer...you..." "shhhh , oh great I never get a thank you for anything good I do. Really? is this how to thank a savior? " he asked, I could tell he was unhappy, but that I care less because he is a wizard. "I am no wizard Aires, why do you jump to conclusions? here" he handed over the book to me and "read " he commanded. "This isn't real Jason, this doesn't cover up for your sorcery. What do you think? that I am dumb or what?" I was fed with his lies, this wasn't the Jason I knew from months ago. "look am not a sorcerer okay, last night remember I told you the book was a spell book?" he said, wanting me to believe some made up story "No! I don't " I looked into his eyes, he has changed so much, I trusted him, I accepted him for whatever I found in him that was weird, but he is not the friend I remember. " You didn't hear, probably because you were asleep. I swear I'm telling you the truth. Since when did I start telling you lies A? What do you think of me?" his eyes became watery, he turned and walked away, leaving me with the book. I wiped off the tears off from my cheeks and run into Elena's tent.


NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER/CONFERENCE with TED BENNETT and EVAN DAVIS, Continued
March, 2010
BUFFALO, NY

"Where do you think that incident happened?" said Ted Bennett. "The meeting at the inn?"
"I think it was in one of the towns along one of the Finger Lakes, maybe Cayuga Lake, maybe the west side. He told me the town, but it didn't register. I don't get to that part of the state too much. You might go into the records and look for the disappearances of young women in the area. If any of this is true, that young woman in the story was real and natural as far as the people she worked with were concerned. Someone must have reported her simply disappearing. I do know that it was in the spring, and it would have been in the early-1990s."
"You think this Lang-character existed?" said Bennett.
"I believe that there is or was somebody out there like him," I said. "My own friend had a penchant for edgy friends of his own. I would wager that some version of this story is close to something someone really told him. My friend took his witness seriously or he never would have told the story to me. But don't forget that my story is an imaginative takeoff. My friend never witnessed morphing vampires or spontaneous post-death combustion, and I never got to speak to the man who claimed to."
"So how much belief in any of this do you have?" said Bennett.
"My friend didn't go out of his way to tell whoppers," I said. "He was a pretty tough-minded guy. He actually had a complete scorn of most spiritual and paranormal subjects. Ghosts... UFOs... Mystery monsters... Religion he saw as a way of controlling the masses. He did like Forteana, though: weird stuff. I remember that about him."
"Ghosts and UFOs aren't weird?" said Evan Davis.
"Weird they may be," I said, "but they aren't lonely. They come in categories, and there's a tradition about both subjects in legend and report. Maybe millions of sightings. Reported sightings, I mean. Many people still say they see those things. Hell, I've seen a couple ghosts.
"The big trick with the subject of Forteana, nicknamed after Charles Fort, a twentieth century American author, is that they tend to be one-offs. Fort's got four books, and he sort of set the model. Fortean phenomena is things that are weird, but that have no perceptible meaning or connection. They are strings of reports, eruptions of crazy stuff that make no sense. Crazy lights in the sky. Crazy things falling out of the sky. Crazy things dug up out of the ground. Fort's work is sort of a paranormal "Ripley's Believe it or Not." My old friend used to like that stuff. It appealed to his sense of the contrary."
"We'd like to speak to your friend's mysterious friend," said Bennett hiding his impatience with my instruction. "The Lang-character."
"I could probably track down my late friend's second wife," I said. "I can find you some friends. But the obituary ought to be the best lead on family. You might do something as simple as check the log of signatures at the memorial, to be honest. It would be just like that Lang-character to show up out of nowhere, nod to the casket, say nothing, and be gone. I'll do the best I can with those names and contacts when we're done." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Why are you guys so interested in this story and my late friend? It seems just too fantastic to be related to anything."
Ted Bennett said. "We found something in your story about silver."
I looked at them as if to say, 'So?'
The guys at the table made eye contact. Bennett spoke precisely. "In your circles... in the paranormal... Have you heard anything about the effectiveness or properties of silver? Is there any sort of tradition there?"
"Not in paranormal reports," I said. "Not ringing any bells at all. I've never heard anyone carry on about it except as a medicine against infections in very small doses. I know it's a natural antibacterial agent. I hear the aristocrats in Europe didn't catch some of the plagues because they ate off silver implements and got little doses of the metal that way. In folklore - traditional folklore and legend - now that's a different story."
"So folklore and the paranormal are different," said Evan Davis.
"Uh... Yeah," I said. I thought we'd been through that before. I thought everyone with an education had been through it.
"Folklore is... Well, hard to summarize. Folklore is understood to be almost completely fiction. Folklore is traditional legends and stories that have undergone so many changes in the cycle of oral tradition that they've become utterly fantastic. It's legends turned into stories. Magic spells and beings. Talking animals. Shapeshifting. Curses.
"There's a cultural association with folklore, too. It brings people of a like origin or occupation or mindset together. It's got a preindustrial root. It's passed along through generations. The stories that make it... The ones that last with the culture... They have a thematic integrity, a balance to them, a serious meaning to the unconscious mind. They're satisfying. They're moral or instructional. Otherwise they wouldn't have lasted.
"The paranormal... That's a much more contemporary idea. It's a much younger version of folklore. It's rumor before it becomes folklore. And it's all presumed to be true, at least by the people who perpetuate it. You find living people all the time asserting that their various paranormal subject areas are actually real. Nobody comes up and tells you that about folklore. I guess the key is that folklore is based on stories and the paranormal is based on witnesses. You could also say that the paranormal is folklore in the first generation.
"'Paranormal' is starting to be used in pop circles as a synonym for 'ghostly.' Really, 'paranormal' means just something that isn't accepted by the mainstream. Least it did thirty years ago. Mystery monsters. UFOs. Earth energies. Vortexes. Ancient mysteries. It's like in a funny way the TV industry has swayed the definition of a word. It happened with 'ectoplasm,' too." They looked bored with my elucidation. I wish they would have asked what was really on their minds.
"Sometimes what's considered paranormal actually becomes normal. The Europeans thought the African gorilla was like Bigfoot until the late 1800s. Archaeoastronomy - astronomical alignments at ancient religious structures - was something for the loony fringe till the 1960s when Gerald Hawkins wrote his book on Stonehenge. In the 1970s Anthony Aveni of Colgate demonstrated archaeoastronomy in Mesoamerican sacred structures, and then it came all the way out of the closet."
Davis looked at me like I was Mr.-Unasked-for-Walking Encyclopedia. "You are certainly one prepared young man," he said in his accent I still presumed to be midwestern.
"We're continually impressed by your grasp of your subject," said Ted Bennett. "Let's get back on base with the legends from your perspective. Why is silver supposed to be the metal that works against evil? Vampires, monsters, werewolves?"
"I never said it was," I said. "Not everywhere. It's true that in film and fiction of the last hundred or so years, silver has been the go-to monster fighter. But that's all pop. Entertainment."
They looked at me as if this surprised them. I realized again that their understanding of these subjects was entry-level no matter how many reports they had somebody write for them.
"The notion that silver was the material that worked against vampires is a fairly regional tradition from the Carpathian mountains," I continued. "No one's sure how old it is. Right at the end of the 19th century, the Irish author Bram Stoker popularized the silver thing in his hit book on Dracula. Very little that you see or read about vampires or werewolves since has been influenced by anything other than Stoker. The metal that was presumed to be the real magic-fighter to most of preindustrial Europe was iron." They both blinked.
"Yeah, there's actually a much older and stronger tradition about iron. Don't forget that a lot of our tales and legends have their roots in the Stone Age, the Copper Age, or the Bronze Age... eras in which iron was pretty rare. Iron was such a wonder-material in its early days that it's no wonder it would become the focus of a lot of legend. In the ancient world in Europe it was always iron that worked against all types of magic. Witches, fairies, ghosts... The story goes that that's why we have so little magic in the world anymore. It's why we don't see the fairies. Steel and iron are everywhere. It's supposed to be deadly against magic."
"We're mostly interested in what you have to say about silver," said Evan Davis. "We're looking for ideas about it as a material in your subject field. Why would silver have an effect, a damaging effect, on something when nothing else would?"
"Let me backtrack," I said, although thinking to myself, 'Why is the drug guy so curious about silver?' "The preindustrial world had a number of ideas about materials that worked against evil forces or beings. It wasn't just iron or silver. There were plants like garlic in the Mediterranean and Central Europe. The oak was big with the Celtic druids. Mistletoe was big with the Scandinavians. For the Iroquois nations of upstate New York, the magic wand had to be made out of the red osier, which is a type of a dogwood with beautiful bright red stems.

[To Be Continued...]




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.

Time passed slowly, as I was still holding closely and tightly to my best friend. Well, he's actually my only friend but he is indeed the best person I've ever met. He understands me completely. We went through a lot together, but he never said things such as "I'm sick of it" or "I can't handle it anymore", even if he could've at least thought it.
Wait..... His scent.... is that... parfume? He never used this one. Only for important occasions... Strange..

After a while, Ray kissed my head and slowly managed to get up. He threw me a small and sleepy smile, heading to my bathroom. I used that time, to get dressed with a pair of black shorts, and a blue blouse, with no shoulders. I tied my hair into a high ponytail, using a matching blue scrunchie. Suddenly, the same annoying voice sounded in my head.
"Can you believe what happened??" the annoying spirit said.
"Yeah Kard, we were terrorised by some ghosts. But why??? Because you are a spirit! All the paranormal things happened because you are tied to me!" i said, sighing and sitting on my bed.
"I-" Kard was quiet for a moment then talked again. "I was talking about you and Ray. He's moving way too fast!" he mentioned, trying to avoid the subject that i just brought in.
With a deep sigh, I look up at him "Really? That s our main problem?? I CAN SEE GHOSTS!!" I tried to make him pay attention to the subject
"Dammit, you have a spirit that's following you everywhere, you saw me killing people for you, you get flashbacks from an inexistent place and seeing ghosts is a big deal for you??"
"UGH!" I huff and Ray got out, surprising us having an argue. "Did i break in an important moment?" he asked innocently. I shook my head, reasurring him. "Come on, let's go eat breakfast"
I took his hand, heading downstairs, starting to make both of us ommelettes.


Time passed and we were finally done eating. We took our bags, going out and heading to the library. We have to get to know more about what happened last night. I still had shivers just thinking about it. If Ray wasn't with me that moment.... bad things could've happen. I always considered him my hero. Kard saved me a few times... But he had to. Ray did it by his own will, which always meant a lot to me. One time....


F L A S H B A C K


"Why are they so fast???!! Kard help meee!!" i cried, running from a group of dogs who were chasing me. 
Suddenly, a boy appeared, 7 years... a year older than me, who gripped onto a brench, getting in front of me, scarying the dogs away, I looked at him in the eyes and he got closer, placing a hand on my cheek, wiping the tears with his thumb, giving me a smile "Are you alright? are you hurt?" He asked softly and innocently, which as an answer, he received only a nod. 


E N D   O F    F L A S H B A C K


Since then, we became friends. We helped each other... if one of us had problems, the other made anything to help them. Anyways, back to our story.
Ray and I arrived to the library and started to look throught the books from the 'paranormal' category. They were only stories who should've scare children. No proof of existence. But suddenly, one of the books caught my attention as i start to get closer to it and grab it. It was different... it's aura was strong. I felt some kind of energy coming out of it and i just look at Kard who was sitting on the floor bored. He only shrugged and a frown covered my face. 'Idiot.. is he still mad at me? Maybe throwing the fault at him wasn't really as good as I thought at first. I'll apologise later tho... meanwhile, I should show this to Ray' i thought.
As we sat down, Ray was looking curiously at the book so i decided to open it and read but it was empty. Blank pages. I started to check every page until i found one. I immediately threw the book on the table. There was a drawing with a tall, black shadow, with empty eyes, long and sharp fingers. It looked incredibly scary. Ray looked at me with a cute but confused face, taking the book and looking in it again, checking every single page, then faced me worried.
"Nova?... there..... it s nothing there..." he spoke and I got even more terrified for the fact that I was the only one who can see it... Am I hallucinating? or  just seeing things that are not even there? Or were they for real?
After a few hours, him and I decided to borrow the book and go back to my place. Before getting in, Ray suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him, in a tight hug. I felt warmth and hugged back almost immediately, gripping onto his shirt and inhaling his scent. "Nova..." he softly spoke "are you sure you want to go inside?" he said while his eyes slowly fixed mine. His blue, worried and desperate eyes. He was trying to protect her. Like single every time. That moment, my eyes just teared up and he just pulled my face in his chest, holding me even tighter and even more protective. I wasn t scared. I just didn t know how to thank him... for everything that he had done for and to me. I just love him with my whole heart... I cannot imagine my life without him.

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