Scary...
got this from http://psychicpants.net/
Procession
Aubrey's friend was on the last stage of her thesis and wanted a quiet place where she could write her final draft. That weekend, she found a house in the province that suited her needs. It was a small up-and-down house in a remote area of this university town. There was plenty of greenery surrounding the house to keep her calm. She admired the plant life from the sala's large windows that had a view of the dirt road. There were no people to bother her. The nearest neighbors were two blocks away. Aubrey left her in that house and went to meet another friend in a nearby province. Aubrey promised to be back in the morning to check on her progress and proofread her work.
So Aubrey's friend set up her work station in the bedroom on the second floor. All day she managed to finish rewriting several chapters, but the revision process extended to early evening. She fell asleep in front of her computer and was awakened by a sudden noise from downstairs.
Down in the sala she saw what seemed to be a small procession of men and women with lit torches. She took note of the date but couldn't think of an auspicious event. It must be the town's patron saint, she thought, but then she didn't notice any announcements of a feast day when she came in this morning. Then she noticed the procession getting closer to the house. Weren't they supposed to be passing the road? Aubrey's friend backed away.
They moved closer until they were next to the windows. She could see how pale they all seemed in the torchlight. She could hear their mumblings. Was it a prayer they were chanting? And then the people started rapping on the windows, pressing their faces and their hands on the glass. They crowded the windows until she could see no more of the outside, only faces and bodies. They seemed to be looking at her, pleading for her to open the door. And when she wouldn't, they pounded on the windows some more until she could bear their sound no more. She screamed and then passed out.
When Aubrey found her the next morning she was still on the floor with a slight bump in the head. She told Aubrey about what happened last night but Aubrey wouldn't believe her. There was no procession last night. Maybe it was the stress getting to her? She was tired and skipped lunch, and probably didn't get a chance to have dinner. But she insisted on what she saw. Still, Aubrey wouldn't believe her.
Until she pointed out the hand prints and smudges on the window. Aubrey examined them from outside then went back in the house. Aubrey told her friend to quickly pack all her things so they could leave soon. None of them said anything until they had left the province.
Aubrey was the first to speak. The fingerprints were made inside the house. Whatever it was that Aubrey's friend saw that night, whoever they were, they weren't trying to get in the house. They were already indoors. What Aubrey's friend saw was their reflections in the glass. They were a procession of souls trying to get out.
Procession
Aubrey's friend was on the last stage of her thesis and wanted a quiet place where she could write her final draft. That weekend, she found a house in the province that suited her needs. It was a small up-and-down house in a remote area of this university town. There was plenty of greenery surrounding the house to keep her calm. She admired the plant life from the sala's large windows that had a view of the dirt road. There were no people to bother her. The nearest neighbors were two blocks away. Aubrey left her in that house and went to meet another friend in a nearby province. Aubrey promised to be back in the morning to check on her progress and proofread her work.
So Aubrey's friend set up her work station in the bedroom on the second floor. All day she managed to finish rewriting several chapters, but the revision process extended to early evening. She fell asleep in front of her computer and was awakened by a sudden noise from downstairs.
Down in the sala she saw what seemed to be a small procession of men and women with lit torches. She took note of the date but couldn't think of an auspicious event. It must be the town's patron saint, she thought, but then she didn't notice any announcements of a feast day when she came in this morning. Then she noticed the procession getting closer to the house. Weren't they supposed to be passing the road? Aubrey's friend backed away.
They moved closer until they were next to the windows. She could see how pale they all seemed in the torchlight. She could hear their mumblings. Was it a prayer they were chanting? And then the people started rapping on the windows, pressing their faces and their hands on the glass. They crowded the windows until she could see no more of the outside, only faces and bodies. They seemed to be looking at her, pleading for her to open the door. And when she wouldn't, they pounded on the windows some more until she could bear their sound no more. She screamed and then passed out.
When Aubrey found her the next morning she was still on the floor with a slight bump in the head. She told Aubrey about what happened last night but Aubrey wouldn't believe her. There was no procession last night. Maybe it was the stress getting to her? She was tired and skipped lunch, and probably didn't get a chance to have dinner. But she insisted on what she saw. Still, Aubrey wouldn't believe her.
Until she pointed out the hand prints and smudges on the window. Aubrey examined them from outside then went back in the house. Aubrey told her friend to quickly pack all her things so they could leave soon. None of them said anything until they had left the province.
Aubrey was the first to speak. The fingerprints were made inside the house. Whatever it was that Aubrey's friend saw that night, whoever they were, they weren't trying to get in the house. They were already indoors. What Aubrey's friend saw was their reflections in the glass. They were a procession of souls trying to get out.
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