The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, at the end of a bumpy dirt road and surrounded by thick woods. It needed a decent amount of work done to make it inhabitable,  which is why we got it so cheap. My husband loved it. He loved the location, the privacy, the chance to make it his own. He spent every weekend that the weather allowed up at the cabin doing the renovations himself. He left me at home, partly because I’m useless with tools and partly because he wanted the finished product to be a surprise. I was okay with it. I was enjoying the “me” time.  
He was close to finishing the last of the repairs, and was so excited that he used some vacation time from work so he could complete the project and we could spend the next available weekend in our new getaway spot. He left our home Friday night after dinner. His plan was to return the following Saturday so that he would have all day Sunday to spend with me and rest up before returning to work on Monday. The first few days, he called me every night after putting away his tools. When he didn’t call on Tuesday, I assumed it was because he was too tired or that he lost track of time and didn’t want to call too late. When he didn’t call on Wednesday, I called him and left a half-playful, half-annoyed voicemail. When I still hadn’t heard from him after I got off of work on Thursday, I decided to make the 2 hour trip to our cabin to check on him.
The last time I had seen our cabin, it was obvious that it had been deserted for some time. My husband had been working on it every weekend for over a year, so I expected it to look much better. It didn’t. The front yard was still overgrown, the steps leading to the front porch still broken, the windows still covered in grime. The only evidence of my husband being there were the tire tracks worn into the grass where the dirt driveway ended. You could tell by the divets that he would pull up to the porch, then turn around in the yard to return to the driveway to leave. I made my way to the front porch, careful not to trip on the broken step, and peered through the cleanest spot on one of the windows. The scene inside made me run to my car and make the 45 minute drive to the nearest town.    
The police found the den of a mad man in what was meant to be my cozy little cabin. The only renovations that my husband had actually done were those that allowed him to hold the women he had abducted for who knows how long while he raped, tortured, and eventually butchered them. The 5 bodies left in shallow graves in the woods were eventually identified as homeless women who were likely only missed by their drug dealers. The 6th woman found in my husband’s truck, which was at the bottom of a hill wrapped around a tree about 5 miles from the cabin, was the same. She was naked, malnourished, and covered in deep cuts and bruises. The knife she had somehow gotten and used to stab her captor, my husband, in the chest and throat repeatedly sat on the floor in front of the passenger seat. They said the high speed impact killed her instantly. The other women weren’t so lucky. I wouldn’t have been so lucky.    
The room at the front of the cabin where the women were restrained and violated on a stained mattress that lay on the floor, where I found my husband naked in a bloody heap, was decorated with photos of me. Seven blood spattered pictures were nailed to the wall, and 5 of them had scratches over my throat so deep that they cut through the paper.
Source: cmd102

The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, at the end of a bumpy dirt road and surrounded by thick woods. It needed a decent amount of work done to make it inhabitable,  which is why we got it so cheap. My husband loved it. He loved the location, the privacy, the chance to make it his own. He spent every weekend that the weather allowed up at the cabin doing the renovations himself. He left me at home, partly because I’m useless with tools and partly because he wanted the finished product to be a surprise. I was okay with it. I was enjoying the “me” time.  

He was close to finishing the last of the repairs, and was so excited that he used some vacation time from work so he could complete the project and we could spend the next available weekend in our new getaway spot. He left our home Friday night after dinner. His plan was to return the following Saturday so that he would have all day Sunday to spend with me and rest up before returning to work on Monday. The first few days, he called me every night after putting away his tools. When he didn’t call on Tuesday, I assumed it was because he was too tired or that he lost track of time and didn’t want to call too late. When he didn’t call on Wednesday, I called him and left a half-playful, half-annoyed voicemail. When I still hadn’t heard from him after I got off of work on Thursday, I decided to make the 2 hour trip to our cabin to check on him.

The last time I had seen our cabin, it was obvious that it had been deserted for some time. My husband had been working on it every weekend for over a year, so I expected it to look much better. It didn’t. The front yard was still overgrown, the steps leading to the front porch still broken, the windows still covered in grime. The only evidence of my husband being there were the tire tracks worn into the grass where the dirt driveway ended. You could tell by the divets that he would pull up to the porch, then turn around in the yard to return to the driveway to leave. I made my way to the front porch, careful not to trip on the broken step, and peered through the cleanest spot on one of the windows. The scene inside made me run to my car and make the 45 minute drive to the nearest town.    

The police found the den of a mad man in what was meant to be my cozy little cabin. The only renovations that my husband had actually done were those that allowed him to hold the women he had abducted for who knows how long while he raped, tortured, and eventually butchered them. The 5 bodies left in shallow graves in the woods were eventually identified as homeless women who were likely only missed by their drug dealers. The 6th woman found in my husband’s truck, which was at the bottom of a hill wrapped around a tree about 5 miles from the cabin, was the same. She was naked, malnourished, and covered in deep cuts and bruises. The knife she had somehow gotten and used to stab her captor, my husband, in the chest and throat repeatedly sat on the floor in front of the passenger seat. They said the high speed impact killed her instantly. The other women weren’t so lucky. I wouldn’t have been so lucky.    

The room at the front of the cabin where the women were restrained and violated on a stained mattress that lay on the floor, where I found my husband naked in a bloody heap, was decorated with photos of me. Seven blood spattered pictures were nailed to the wall, and 5 of them had scratches over my throat so deep that they cut through the paper.

Source: cmd102

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fuckyeahspookyshit:

I work for the government. The most I can say without giving myself away is that I’m a rather high ranking scientists with the United States Army.
I’ve noticed a rather large influx of posts relating to a zombie-like infection breaking out.
These are true.
I repeat again. These are true.
I have to be quick, because I’m submitting this from an Internet cafe through a VPN. It would be too easy for my superiors to trace to me otherwise.
These outbreaks are due to the release of bio-weapons the US Government has been working on in secret. Whether accidental or deliberate, I can’t say for certain. Though with so many in such a short timeframe, I’m leaning towards deliberate.
I’m telling you this because the powers that be have decided that attempting to contain quietly and exterminate the infected areas is the best course of action over informing the population and urging them to be safe. I know this to be foolhardy. It won’t work.
There are several different strains and variations of viruses that have gotten out. Some cause the infected to become cannibalistic. Some don’t. All will cause the technical death of the host within a week. Most, however, will function in a parasitic manner, and control the host body long after it’s owner has died. A medical form of true undeath, if you will.
However. In all cases. There is no cure. None.
The military is attempting containment protocols. These may be effective. We shall see. I tell you however, in order to allow you to make your own decisions. I urge you to be cautious however. This is an outbreak. And it can spread. If you live near infected areas, flee. Or stay Indoors. Either way. Get out of the line of fire.
If I’m not found out I shall try to update as often as I can.
Wish me luck.
Source: Unnamed_Source

Just note that this story was removed from Reddit and all the comments removed.  I wouldn’t be surprised if this post was next.

fuckyeahspookyshit:

I work for the government. The most I can say without giving myself away is that I’m a rather high ranking scientists with the United States Army.

I’ve noticed a rather large influx of posts relating to a zombie-like infection breaking out.

These are true.

I repeat again. These are true.

I have to be quick, because I’m submitting this from an Internet cafe through a VPN. It would be too easy for my superiors to trace to me otherwise.

These outbreaks are due to the release of bio-weapons the US Government has been working on in secret. Whether accidental or deliberate, I can’t say for certain. Though with so many in such a short timeframe, I’m leaning towards deliberate.

I’m telling you this because the powers that be have decided that attempting to contain quietly and exterminate the infected areas is the best course of action over informing the population and urging them to be safe. I know this to be foolhardy. It won’t work.

There are several different strains and variations of viruses that have gotten out. Some cause the infected to become cannibalistic. Some don’t. All will cause the technical death of the host within a week. Most, however, will function in a parasitic manner, and control the host body long after it’s owner has died. A medical form of true undeath, if you will.

However. In all cases. There is no cure. None.

The military is attempting containment protocols. These may be effective. We shall see. I tell you however, in order to allow you to make your own decisions. I urge you to be cautious however. This is an outbreak. And it can spread. If you live near infected areas, flee. Or stay Indoors. Either way. Get out of the line of fire.

If I’m not found out I shall try to update as often as I can.

Wish me luck.

Source: Unnamed_Source

Just note that this story was removed from Reddit and all the comments removed.  I wouldn’t be surprised if this post was next.

I work for the government. The most I can say without giving myself away is that I’m a rather high ranking scientists with the United States Army.
I’ve noticed a rather large influx of posts relating to a zombie-like infection breaking out.
These are true.
I repeat again. These are true.
I have to be quick, because I’m submitting this from an Internet cafe through a VPN. It would be too easy for my superiors to trace to me otherwise.
These outbreaks are due to the release of bio-weapons the US Government has been working on in secret. Whether accidental or deliberate, I can’t say for certain. Though with so many in such a short timeframe, I’m leaning towards deliberate.
I’m telling you this because the powers that be have decided that attempting to contain quietly and exterminate the infected areas is the best course of action over informing the population and urging them to be safe. I know this to be foolhardy. It won’t work.
There are several different strains and variations of viruses that have gotten out. Some cause the infected to become cannibalistic. Some don’t. All will cause the technical death of the host within a week. Most, however, will function in a parasitic manner, and control the host body long after it’s owner has died. A medical form of true undeath, if you will.
However. In all cases. There is no cure. None.
The military is attempting containment protocols. These may be effective. We shall see. I tell you however, in order to allow you to make your own decisions. I urge you to be cautious however. This is an outbreak. And it can spread. If you live near infected areas, flee. Or stay Indoors. Either way. Get out of the line of fire.
If I’m not found out I shall try to update as often as I can.
Wish me luck.
Source: Unnamed_Source

I work for the government. The most I can say without giving myself away is that I’m a rather high ranking scientists with the United States Army.

I’ve noticed a rather large influx of posts relating to a zombie-like infection breaking out.

These are true.

I repeat again. These are true.

I have to be quick, because I’m submitting this from an Internet cafe through a VPN. It would be too easy for my superiors to trace to me otherwise.

These outbreaks are due to the release of bio-weapons the US Government has been working on in secret. Whether accidental or deliberate, I can’t say for certain. Though with so many in such a short timeframe, I’m leaning towards deliberate.

I’m telling you this because the powers that be have decided that attempting to contain quietly and exterminate the infected areas is the best course of action over informing the population and urging them to be safe. I know this to be foolhardy. It won’t work.

There are several different strains and variations of viruses that have gotten out. Some cause the infected to become cannibalistic. Some don’t. All will cause the technical death of the host within a week. Most, however, will function in a parasitic manner, and control the host body long after it’s owner has died. A medical form of true undeath, if you will.

However. In all cases. There is no cure. None.

The military is attempting containment protocols. These may be effective. We shall see. I tell you however, in order to allow you to make your own decisions. I urge you to be cautious however. This is an outbreak. And it can spread. If you live near infected areas, flee. Or stay Indoors. Either way. Get out of the line of fire.

If I’m not found out I shall try to update as often as I can.

Wish me luck.

Source: Unnamed_Source

(Source: fuckyeahspookyshit)

I barley make it halfway before I get hit by a minivan.
I’m sitting upright in my bed.
It was only a dream, thank god it was only a dream. I say to myself.
I check the time, it’s almost noon, I should get ready.
After getting dressed and brushing my teeth I head downstairs and see a note my wife left me:

We need eggs and milk
xoxo

I sigh, throw on a coat and get in my car.
I head inside, pick up the groceries and go to the check out
“Is that everything, sir?” I nod, smile and walk away.
The glass doors part and I walk towards my car at the other end of the parking lot.
I barley make it halfway before I get hit by a minivan.
I’m sitting upright in my bed.
It was only a dream, thank god it was only a dream

Source: elementalbanana

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Twenty five years its been. Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-two minutes, to be exact.
I’ve been counting every second, tracking every, minute, hour, day, month, year, decade. It’s gone on so long that I’ve learned to multi-task and commit to other thoughts while part of me carries on counting. I thought it wouldn’t last long. Figured it would all just fade away, eventually. They said it was supposed to go black when you died, it was supposed to fade when your brain activity ceased. Nobody told me that your mind carries on. That your thoughts are all you have left. As black as the moment you shut your eyes, as lonely as a never-ending dream, only far less vivid. Just an endless scape of black and silence.
Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-four minutes… Since I last lost count.
Source: JMeyer~

Twenty five years its been. Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-two minutes, to be exact.

I’ve been counting every second, tracking every, minute, hour, day, month, year, decade. It’s gone on so long that I’ve learned to multi-task and commit to other thoughts while part of me carries on counting. I thought it wouldn’t last long. Figured it would all just fade away, eventually. They said it was supposed to go black when you died, it was supposed to fade when your brain activity ceased. Nobody told me that your mind carries on. That your thoughts are all you have left. As black as the moment you shut your eyes, as lonely as a never-ending dream, only far less vivid. Just an endless scape of black and silence.

Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-four minutes… Since I last lost count.

Source: JMeyer~

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Quick preface: I live out in the country in the american midwest on the edge of a forest. Kind of middle of nowhere farmland, but there’s still other houses around although they are really spread out. Outskirts I guess you could say. Very dark and quiet at night. A few streetlights but mostly just moonlight.
I normally take my dog outside late at night before I go to bed. Nothing fancy, just a quick walk up and down the road so she can pee before we settle in for the night.
Well tonight around 3am, I’m walking my dog along the edge of the road outside of my house and I see something coming towards me along the side of the road. It’s hard to make out at first, because like I said, there’s very few streetlights out here. As it gets closer though, I can tell it’s a kid riding his bike. He looks like he’s 7 or 8 years old.
I’m standing there a little bit confused about what a child of this age would be doing riding his bike down the road at this hour of the night. When he gets closer, he stops his bike dead in it’s tracks and just stares at me.
After a few seconds, I speak up.
"Ummm are you okay?", I ask him.
He doesn’t reply. Just keeps intently staring at me.
"Kid, do your parents know you’re out here this late at night?"
Again, he just stares at me.
"You lost? Do you need me to call your parents to come get you?", I say as I slide my cell phone out of my pocket.
The kid just starts laughing. Not like innocent childish laughter. He is full on laughing, like I am the punchline of some huge cosmic joke. He is laughing the way an adult would laugh, not the way a kid watching cartoons would laugh. It’s hard to explain. It just wasn’t normal coming from a young boy.
I am a bit freaked out at this point and not quite sure what to do. On a dark country road with a 7 year old kid laughing at me at 3am in the morning. I decide to make my way back to my house and call the cops to report a missing kid or something.
"Stay here, okay? I’m going to contact your parents and have them come get you…", I tell him.
Kid finally breaks his silence.
"Lucky you’re one of the good people, Jacob.", the kid says nonchalantly. And then rides off down the road.
He knew my name somehow.
I watch him ride off into the darkness.
Original Credit: jacob_frost

Quick preface: I live out in the country in the american midwest on the edge of a forest. Kind of middle of nowhere farmland, but there’s still other houses around although they are really spread out. Outskirts I guess you could say. Very dark and quiet at night. A few streetlights but mostly just moonlight.

I normally take my dog outside late at night before I go to bed. Nothing fancy, just a quick walk up and down the road so she can pee before we settle in for the night.

Well tonight around 3am, I’m walking my dog along the edge of the road outside of my house and I see something coming towards me along the side of the road. It’s hard to make out at first, because like I said, there’s very few streetlights out here. As it gets closer though, I can tell it’s a kid riding his bike. He looks like he’s 7 or 8 years old.

I’m standing there a little bit confused about what a child of this age would be doing riding his bike down the road at this hour of the night. When he gets closer, he stops his bike dead in it’s tracks and just stares at me.

After a few seconds, I speak up.

"Ummm are you okay?", I ask him.

He doesn’t reply. Just keeps intently staring at me.

"Kid, do your parents know you’re out here this late at night?"

Again, he just stares at me.

"You lost? Do you need me to call your parents to come get you?", I say as I slide my cell phone out of my pocket.

The kid just starts laughing. Not like innocent childish laughter. He is full on laughing, like I am the punchline of some huge cosmic joke. He is laughing the way an adult would laugh, not the way a kid watching cartoons would laugh. It’s hard to explain. It just wasn’t normal coming from a young boy.

I am a bit freaked out at this point and not quite sure what to do. On a dark country road with a 7 year old kid laughing at me at 3am in the morning. I decide to make my way back to my house and call the cops to report a missing kid or something.

"Stay here, okay? I’m going to contact your parents and have them come get you…", I tell him.

Kid finally breaks his silence.

"Lucky you’re one of the good people, Jacob.", the kid says nonchalantly. And then rides off down the road.

He knew my name somehow.

I watch him ride off into the darkness.

Original Credit: jacob_frost

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