Storys have been told

my father would tell us gohst storys to scar us when I was a child on how as one of the first familys of wealthy antrapanures, where cursed with incomprehensible consequences for all of the days of their lives, and every cursed night that they were bound to the island of demonic apparitions , and unholy creatures of lore , that had only been spoke about as legends , although they knew all too well to witch they had been conviened that it was real, very real, despite their best efforts to justify and reason the horror and uncomprehincable things they where all bered whitness to on this unholly shrowded island. There were now stuck like helpless forgotten Castaways on a desert island in the middle of nowhere with demons and wolf that had been abnormal in size and phyical form all together. there wasn't a soul that can help them because where they were stuck no one even knew existed . As far as any charts or maps of any kind were concerned the island had never been shown and didn't exist. Un- charted the land of Mystery lost in time forever and now the same is to be said about the castaways who fell apon the island , and it's Benevolent forces to whom which now the monsters here on this unholy abomination that dwell on this Cursid island , The original inhabitants as they are called the order of the malum est.

He would start the story with apprehensiveness in his beady blue eyes and a rather fearfull expression upon his thin pale face as if at any moment's notice some dark and evil force unseen to the human eye could be lurking in the dark ready to jump out at him in an instant. there isn't any moon or stars to even shed a minimum amount of light here on the island .Once it gets dark, I'm afraid to say you cant even see your own hand in front of your face.

He went on to describe the event in witch took place upon the vessel that plagued the crew, and passengers aboard the hudge vessel, for the month of that their soon to be last voyage.

One by one, they were all found dead, the bodys of the dead were as pale and grey , and they were all shriveled up as if they died at 100 years old , and the corpses where as if somehow magically had been turned to stone.

They hardly resembled a human being ,much less that only 12 hours earlier had been in seemingly good health.

As the days went on they were terrified that they would suffer the same fate as the other people had aboard the ship.

The vessel had crashed upon the rocky shore

so violently it had knocked the men unconscious, As the ship was hurled onto the rocks, that jolt was enough to wake up the men just in time to see the entirety of the cargo hual was gone it must have been destroyed all that was holding the ship from collapsing in on it self was the main sail and Mast of the ship and it's bow of the once large and sturdy ship , all they could think about was the girls , and if they had been unconscious as well, or if they had been injured , or had suffered a much more violent and untimely fate caused by the unforeseen danger to witch was a inevitable outcome of the impact.

They were not ready for what they were about to come face to face with

, pure evil in to witch the like of humans havent bared whiteness to in maybe thousands of years , or if even ever at all.

terrifyingly loud shrieking screams filled the air , and ,

In that moment he had realized he was the one who was screaming my great great grandfather , as if somehow he had been taken over by some entity like he had been possessed by some supernatural force, and all he could think of was why me of all the people on earth why me.

the whole PE class was huddled around as the school bell rang I saw everyone dispurce toward the hallway the same time as the coach and nurse struggled to make their way into the gym.

I over heard a student ask the coach what's wrong with her is she going to die what was wrong why did she pass out look like she was sick or something cuz she sick can we catch it is it contagious as a coach look inside I don't think that's contagious son. great now that everything going on in my life that's to what's happening to me why am I passing out why am I thinking what did I even paint for all I remember is trying to climb the rope in the next thing I know I'm on the ground and I've got people standing around me and talking I've must have said something when I was asleep because everybody's acting really strange I don't know what I said but it's really really confusing all I know is I just want to go home and hide my face in the pillow hope that no one remembers this tomorrow. of course though everyone remember the next day as I walked into the hall I could see they were trying not to make it obvious that they were all talking about me but it was only obvious that everyone was talking about me as they whispered as I walked .