This was once a dream now a story i wish to share.
It all started out on a cold and very dark night. The time around the 1600's. I was nothing but a poor commoner out in the woods searching for something i had not known i was looking for. I walked for what seemed to be hours, as the night slowly grew darker and darker. It was a moon less night and the star seemed fearful to shine. I began to have an over whelming feeling of dread and fear come over me as i approached a clear with nothing but one lonely home a rather small and beat up shack from the looks of it. I had never felt a strong feeling of evil in my life. I could go no further the that of the path that lay before me. My feet froze and i could not bring them to take a single step forward. Why i wanted to was beyond me. i quickly turned and ran back to town where i sought the comfort of my home only to drift off to ta deep sleep that would carry me many years ahead on time.
The time now was in the 1900's around the time of our first cars and that of the poodle skirts and Elvis. I was again traveling on a cold and very dark night. The moon had yet again refused to shine, and the star never overcame their fear. I was driving down a lonely dirt road when i found myself face to face with the same dark shack and that same over bearing feeling of evil and dread. I had known of this place before but how? I had not been here could it be a past life wanting me to settle things in this one? I did now know. I got out of the car and slowly and very hesitantly began to walk towards the shack. Yet again, i could not do it the fear was too much and i felt almost consumed by it. I quickly ran to my vehicle that i shockingly found not to be there. I was alone, fearful , without a car to get away quickly. I found myself running again to town and taking the shelter of my bed. I found myself this time like before taken to a time well beyond that of what i knew.
The time was 2007 and i am who i am now a simple girl of 22 with hidden past nor do i believe that i have greatness ahead of me. I find myself driving down an old country road only to find that same old shack and be consumed by that same old fear. Why does this place haunt me and why do i feel i know it so well. I began to walk up the path this time slowly realizing this place has not been touched by time. There was something terribly wrong here but i needed to know what. Needless to say i never found out. I ran and I ran finding no car and not a soul in sight. Yet, i still ran not to town or to any place i could call safe but further into the forbidding darkness. This time i found myself face to face with someones home. It was a small trailor and it was kept in a manner of wealth either. I quickly knocked and was told to enter. The room i found myself in was amazing nothing like i would have thought standing on the other side of the door. There was a single rocking chair next to a fireplace that held a small rather old woman. She was quietly knitting as if she had no realization that i was there. The walls were lined with bookcases filled and overflowing with books. As i looked at them i took a mental note of the fact that there seemed to be a lot of bible around and other religious texts. this of course did not bother me for i too am a religious person but on my own level. It was not until after the old woman had spoke did they seem to bother and haunt me. "I have been waiting for many years for you to find me." she said. Why and how did she know i would come? "Who are you?" i asked. "There are the answers you seek you must find them on your own." she spoke. My mind was racing. Why would she not answer me?! What were these answers that she spoke of?! It scared and angered me all at the same time. "You were always to be here you just had to find your way first." she whispered. Again i had no idea what she meant but i was drawn to those bibles i had seen. why? As i took a closer look i noticed there were others hidden behind them not bibles though like what was out in the open but books of what seemed to be spells and weird inscriptions i could not understand. My hand felt a sudden surge of power and the wind quickly began to pick up outside. My mind was racing i had no idea what was going on. Where was i? What was happening to me? All i knew was it had something to do with that strange overly frightful shack and this woman. All other answers i am afraid were never found.
Taylor Reigler moves to Indiana in order to reopen a campground she inherited. She finds decades of grime, waist high grass, and a few resident ghosts.
