Post by Nickpick on May 19, 2010 12:36:36 GMT -6
Black Suits
I write this not for entertainment, this isn't for some profit reasons. I'm writing this as a WARNING. I've never been so scared in my life. I can't speak this evil with my mouth. The words won't come, so i write hoping the one day you'll stumble upon this journal and read this story. It seems like the more i run from the truth, the more i'm involved.
My name is Jonathan Bishop but my friends and family call me Bishop, due to the very fact that our neighbor is named Jonathan and he's 10 years older than me so i guess he deserves the rights to the name. It started in the year of 1997, i was a young boy with an ever changing body. I was 13, to young for my own good.
-1997-
Now i lived in a family of 4 but that number became 3 after my brother passed away, My mother went into a downward spiral, my father dealt with it his own way by working more and shutting everyone out. He only speak to me when i had to wake up or do my chores.
"BISHOP!"
that's loud, soldier like voice sent chills down my spine, even today if i heard it i'd feel the same chill. But the way i dealt with my brother's death was different than my parent's. I simply didn't feel anything, i didn't cry once nor did i even remember the old times we shared. I simply just didn't feel anything and even at 13 i knew it bothered me. I wanted something, i wanted to cry for hours and never leave my room but i didn't. I hated it, i hated myself.
"Mom..."
I called out to her but she would never reply, I stood at the doorway of my parent's room. My eyes could never look at my mother since her depression. I would look away, I remembered all this like it was yesterday. She held the photo of David in her hands. The one where me and David were at the zoo when i was 10 and he was 16. I knew this because it had been missing for days and the gold frame shined on the ceiling from the sun light reflecting off it.
"Mom, after school i'm going to Nick's house. Tell dad i'll do my chore tomorrow"
She was silent, no reply. I glanced at her once then i drifted down the hall with one thought in my head. I hate my mother but how soon i'd take that back. School was hell these recent weeks, kids and teacher comforting me and telling me everything happens for a reason eventually bothers the hell out you. I didn't want all this sympathy and i'm glad my little brother was to young to know what was happening, he was four and didn't understand the world we lived in. I wasn't that popular a student, i knew some kids who were better friends with other kids. But one kid stood out from the crowd and that was Nick. He was older than me by a few years, 16 i think he was. He dressed beyond his time and his personality was different. Fake around everyone else and real when we were in the same room. Nick was everything i hoped of being at that age. Life played by his rules while i on the other hand was played by life. I met up with him after school where we walked to his home that wasn't to far but it was the first time i ever really noticed the old warehouse.
"So how about Erica Summers?"
We talked about girls, i knew very little on girls but he loved talking about them. From their breasts right down to who the ugliest one in the school but i never felt this way, i'm not saying i'm gay i'm just saying i never felt any interest in girls but when we talked about it, i somehow needed to sound interested. We talk about music...
"Um The Doors, how about you?"
Nick replied, starting with the growing smile, distant stare then his answer
"The Rolling Stones"
We laughed, we shared lots of great time. Hell, It was Nick who helped get me into the business i'm in now. Walking home he stopped just before the old warehouse. I remember the fear stricken in his face. He stared at it as if it was a bully with a fist full chubby fingers coming at his face. I looked at him, paying no attention to the warehouse.
"You okay?"
He looked at me, i waited for his growing smile but nothing. He was scared..i looked at the warehouse and it was nothing different to me. It was about a mile from school and didn't fit with the area. The school was a mile away but across the street were the townhouses Nick lived in. It was different and out of the picture. Large and monstrous with broken windows, no graffiti tagged on it. The large field before it was full of rusted cars and patches of grass. No gate to separate us which felt out of place.
"Nick, What is that place?"
"This place is...it's history has so many secrets, it makes area 51 look like a unclean bathroom.
I remember that specifically because i had the mental picture in my head. I saw his hands shake nervously in his pockets and sweat begin to dance down his forehead.
"Aliens...chemical tube babies...vampires and ghosts. So many damn stories that i dare not think about them"
I felt the cold wind strike me which was odd having it been a couple days away from Summer Break. The sun was usually hot and hard, wind was rare but this wind was like a message, a calling. It caused me to look at the warehouse again but this time think about this history Nick told me about.
"Why haven't they torn it down?"
I asked, he looked at me for the first stop since stopping.
"People have tired, all have failed. Whatever lives in that warehouse i've seen once but by the grace of the good lord, they didn't see me"
"What was it?"
"Cookie monster"
I let the thought run through my young brain, he started laughing but i didn't. It took me awhile to realize it was all an act. He shook me back and forth until i smiled.
"Your so easy to scare kid"
I would of kicked him straight in the junk if it was anyone else but the great thing about Nick was...he made me forget about everything i stressed about. He stared to walk off, i looked one last time at the warehouse, questioning it's odd fit into the area then followed Nick but something was off as we walked off, it felt like we were watched, like someone was staring at us. It's like walking down a dark hall, you know someone is behind you so you quicken your pace.
"So have you masturbated yet?"
I remember this part because it was the time i ever felt uncomfortable even for me. I was young and had no idea what that word meant so i questioned it but if your reading this then i'll do you a favor and leave it out. It was 8 at night and i needed to get home, my dad was asleep but my mom was awake. I knew she would be at the kitchen table, looking at the same photo and crying. I've witnessed this twice and both times I've hated my mother more. The fact she paid more attention to him even though he was gone ached at me, She didn't look at me, she didn't like me so i didn't need a reason to like her.
"You sure you don't want a ride?, my mom will be more than happy to do it"
"I'm fine, it's just a short walk home. It doesn't bother me at all"
What bothered me was having people go out of their way to do something for me and i knew Nick's mom. She would of talked to me about my brother and that's the last thing i wanted right now actually i didn't want it at all. I wanted my brother gone, i wanted him to be out of the minds of everyone in town...i wanted him to not exist.
"You sure? It's kinda dark out there"
"I'm okay with it besides i'm not scared of the dark anymore"
"Okay then"
We did our handshake, i grabbed my backpack then i headed home. This is the first night it all started. What i write next brings me chills to even think of again. what i write next is your choice. Believe it or not, i honestly don't care but as long as you stay away from that warehouse.
"Jonathan!"
Nick called out, he ran up to me and handed me my basketball.
"Alright, i'll see you tomorrow at school"
He ran back home, i began to walk down the sidewalk, the night sky was dark and the wind was the only noise i heard. I put my attention to the basketball, i bounced it as i walked home when i timed it wrong, the ball went down and my foot got in it's way and i kicked the ball. I saw the ball fly into the field and roll down until it finally stopped. I looked past the ball and saw the old warehouse. I knew i should of continued walking, got the ball in the morning but that was my only ball and with my father rarely buying me anything, who knows if it'll be there in the morning and not in some kids hands. I took a deep breath and i never prayed or well i didn't know how, So i repeated his name over and over again.
"Jesus Christ...Jesus Christ...Jesus Christ"
I've been to church 3 times in my life. Once because my father's best friend died, the second became my little brother was baptized and the third was my older brother's funeral. The pastor always said Jesus will protect me. Which i never fully understood. I knew the name would protect me from demons and the devil but vampires, ghosts andcookie monster?. I remember dragging my legs through the thick grass, walked past all the rusted down cars and towards the warehouse. The ball seemed like it was getting farther and farther away from me. Until i finally reached it, i scooped it up and looked at the warehouse. My youth wanted to travel inside and see if it's scary but my mature self knew i should run now. It's not until i saw the lights inside turn on that i knew there was something going on. My youth told me to imagine being the kid who would be the one to denying all the stories of this warehouse, that would finally make my brother old news right? my mature self knew that this was the work of the workers inside and i should leave before it got later...I didn't listen to my mature self. I pressed the door open and walked in.
"Jesus...Chri..."
I whispered to myself, the only name that ran through my head. I walked inside to be hit with the smell of rust, it stung my throat and burnt my nose. As i walked in more, the smell turned into roadkill. I was on edge of vomiting on the floor. I made it to two double doors at the end where the light came from. I made sure not to touch the doors or the walls, they were black and looked sticky from what i remember. I got on my toes and stared into the room. I witnessed a large figure, the darkness covered his face, he held his arms open and head back. All i saw that really stood out was his black suit. Like a tuxedo with a black tie and black coat and pants with a white shirt underneath. I swallow a mouth full of spit and continued to watch. Suddenly more men walked into the room. All wearing black suits, all hidden in the darkness.
"What the hell?"
Those damn suits, they felt like they mocked my memory. I wish now that i left the ball outside because once i got a glimpse of their face. I dropped it. Their skin was pale white, whiter than a ghost with ears pointed up and their lips were gone, all that was expose were their long sharp teeth. hands were large with thin long fingers that turned into claws. Their figures were skinny and lengthy. They stared at me, all saw me through the window. I couldn't run when i needed to. I don't remember they're speed but i remember the shock...no...i remember the hunger in their big black eyes. I started running, leaving the ball behind and just leaving the building, i didn't know if they were chasing after me but i didn't care. i needed to keep running, the only way i was stopping was if i dropped dead. I ran until i got home. Locked all the doors and windows. I grabbed the bible and crucifix from the bottom drawer and locked myself in my room. I jumped on my bed and replayed what i just saw.
"It was your imagination...it didn't happen...it didn't happen"
Why did i think this would make me fell better? i didn't know. I looked at my window, i slow reached the curtain and took a peek out when i saw them. They traveled up and down the streets. I closed the window and prayed for the first time in my life.
"Dear god, please...please protect me...protect me. i don't care what you have to do just please do it"
Wasn't there something at the end of prayers?
"Amen"
I peeked out the window when i finally saw all 4 of them staring at my house from the street. they didn't move or budge. They stared at my window and showed no movement. Besides pissing in my bed, i jumped up and ran to the kitchen where my mother stared at the photo and wrapped my arms around her and started crying. This was the first time i ever cried so much. My mother looked at me, a little in shock and the other i don't know. She wrapped her arms around me and told me everything was going to be alright. My mother didn't know what happened that night or what happened every night for 4 months until my father finally agreed to move out of town for the sake of my mother's health. I would leave Nick behind but it was okay, i knew he would meet some new kid and teach him like he taught me. I would get away from these creatures. I would move to New Jersey and live there for 10 more years, start a good career and finally tell my tale of the time i saw these creatures in black suits.
If you read this and decide to go to the warehouse to see for yourself then don't...please, every night and every day i have memories of these people. I stay up most nights and look out my window, knowing that they still watch me. They will one day catch up to me and i will finally be released from these nightmares. Please...Please this is why I've left the name of the town out. I wish no one to find this building and do as i did. So keep this journal, show it to as many as you wish i just need people to know what I've saw...exists
The End
I write this not for entertainment, this isn't for some profit reasons. I'm writing this as a WARNING. I've never been so scared in my life. I can't speak this evil with my mouth. The words won't come, so i write hoping the one day you'll stumble upon this journal and read this story. It seems like the more i run from the truth, the more i'm involved.
My name is Jonathan Bishop but my friends and family call me Bishop, due to the very fact that our neighbor is named Jonathan and he's 10 years older than me so i guess he deserves the rights to the name. It started in the year of 1997, i was a young boy with an ever changing body. I was 13, to young for my own good.
-1997-
Now i lived in a family of 4 but that number became 3 after my brother passed away, My mother went into a downward spiral, my father dealt with it his own way by working more and shutting everyone out. He only speak to me when i had to wake up or do my chores.
"BISHOP!"
that's loud, soldier like voice sent chills down my spine, even today if i heard it i'd feel the same chill. But the way i dealt with my brother's death was different than my parent's. I simply didn't feel anything, i didn't cry once nor did i even remember the old times we shared. I simply just didn't feel anything and even at 13 i knew it bothered me. I wanted something, i wanted to cry for hours and never leave my room but i didn't. I hated it, i hated myself.
"Mom..."
I called out to her but she would never reply, I stood at the doorway of my parent's room. My eyes could never look at my mother since her depression. I would look away, I remembered all this like it was yesterday. She held the photo of David in her hands. The one where me and David were at the zoo when i was 10 and he was 16. I knew this because it had been missing for days and the gold frame shined on the ceiling from the sun light reflecting off it.
"Mom, after school i'm going to Nick's house. Tell dad i'll do my chore tomorrow"
She was silent, no reply. I glanced at her once then i drifted down the hall with one thought in my head. I hate my mother but how soon i'd take that back. School was hell these recent weeks, kids and teacher comforting me and telling me everything happens for a reason eventually bothers the hell out you. I didn't want all this sympathy and i'm glad my little brother was to young to know what was happening, he was four and didn't understand the world we lived in. I wasn't that popular a student, i knew some kids who were better friends with other kids. But one kid stood out from the crowd and that was Nick. He was older than me by a few years, 16 i think he was. He dressed beyond his time and his personality was different. Fake around everyone else and real when we were in the same room. Nick was everything i hoped of being at that age. Life played by his rules while i on the other hand was played by life. I met up with him after school where we walked to his home that wasn't to far but it was the first time i ever really noticed the old warehouse.
"So how about Erica Summers?"
We talked about girls, i knew very little on girls but he loved talking about them. From their breasts right down to who the ugliest one in the school but i never felt this way, i'm not saying i'm gay i'm just saying i never felt any interest in girls but when we talked about it, i somehow needed to sound interested. We talk about music...
"Um The Doors, how about you?"
Nick replied, starting with the growing smile, distant stare then his answer
"The Rolling Stones"
We laughed, we shared lots of great time. Hell, It was Nick who helped get me into the business i'm in now. Walking home he stopped just before the old warehouse. I remember the fear stricken in his face. He stared at it as if it was a bully with a fist full chubby fingers coming at his face. I looked at him, paying no attention to the warehouse.
"You okay?"
He looked at me, i waited for his growing smile but nothing. He was scared..i looked at the warehouse and it was nothing different to me. It was about a mile from school and didn't fit with the area. The school was a mile away but across the street were the townhouses Nick lived in. It was different and out of the picture. Large and monstrous with broken windows, no graffiti tagged on it. The large field before it was full of rusted cars and patches of grass. No gate to separate us which felt out of place.
"Nick, What is that place?"
"This place is...it's history has so many secrets, it makes area 51 look like a unclean bathroom.
I remember that specifically because i had the mental picture in my head. I saw his hands shake nervously in his pockets and sweat begin to dance down his forehead.
"Aliens...chemical tube babies...vampires and ghosts. So many damn stories that i dare not think about them"
I felt the cold wind strike me which was odd having it been a couple days away from Summer Break. The sun was usually hot and hard, wind was rare but this wind was like a message, a calling. It caused me to look at the warehouse again but this time think about this history Nick told me about.
"Why haven't they torn it down?"
I asked, he looked at me for the first stop since stopping.
"People have tired, all have failed. Whatever lives in that warehouse i've seen once but by the grace of the good lord, they didn't see me"
"What was it?"
"Cookie monster"
I let the thought run through my young brain, he started laughing but i didn't. It took me awhile to realize it was all an act. He shook me back and forth until i smiled.
"Your so easy to scare kid"
I would of kicked him straight in the junk if it was anyone else but the great thing about Nick was...he made me forget about everything i stressed about. He stared to walk off, i looked one last time at the warehouse, questioning it's odd fit into the area then followed Nick but something was off as we walked off, it felt like we were watched, like someone was staring at us. It's like walking down a dark hall, you know someone is behind you so you quicken your pace.
"So have you masturbated yet?"
I remember this part because it was the time i ever felt uncomfortable even for me. I was young and had no idea what that word meant so i questioned it but if your reading this then i'll do you a favor and leave it out. It was 8 at night and i needed to get home, my dad was asleep but my mom was awake. I knew she would be at the kitchen table, looking at the same photo and crying. I've witnessed this twice and both times I've hated my mother more. The fact she paid more attention to him even though he was gone ached at me, She didn't look at me, she didn't like me so i didn't need a reason to like her.
"You sure you don't want a ride?, my mom will be more than happy to do it"
"I'm fine, it's just a short walk home. It doesn't bother me at all"
What bothered me was having people go out of their way to do something for me and i knew Nick's mom. She would of talked to me about my brother and that's the last thing i wanted right now actually i didn't want it at all. I wanted my brother gone, i wanted him to be out of the minds of everyone in town...i wanted him to not exist.
"You sure? It's kinda dark out there"
"I'm okay with it besides i'm not scared of the dark anymore"
"Okay then"
We did our handshake, i grabbed my backpack then i headed home. This is the first night it all started. What i write next brings me chills to even think of again. what i write next is your choice. Believe it or not, i honestly don't care but as long as you stay away from that warehouse.
"Jonathan!"
Nick called out, he ran up to me and handed me my basketball.
"Alright, i'll see you tomorrow at school"
He ran back home, i began to walk down the sidewalk, the night sky was dark and the wind was the only noise i heard. I put my attention to the basketball, i bounced it as i walked home when i timed it wrong, the ball went down and my foot got in it's way and i kicked the ball. I saw the ball fly into the field and roll down until it finally stopped. I looked past the ball and saw the old warehouse. I knew i should of continued walking, got the ball in the morning but that was my only ball and with my father rarely buying me anything, who knows if it'll be there in the morning and not in some kids hands. I took a deep breath and i never prayed or well i didn't know how, So i repeated his name over and over again.
"Jesus Christ...Jesus Christ...Jesus Christ"
I've been to church 3 times in my life. Once because my father's best friend died, the second became my little brother was baptized and the third was my older brother's funeral. The pastor always said Jesus will protect me. Which i never fully understood. I knew the name would protect me from demons and the devil but vampires, ghosts and
"Jesus...Chri..."
I whispered to myself, the only name that ran through my head. I walked inside to be hit with the smell of rust, it stung my throat and burnt my nose. As i walked in more, the smell turned into roadkill. I was on edge of vomiting on the floor. I made it to two double doors at the end where the light came from. I made sure not to touch the doors or the walls, they were black and looked sticky from what i remember. I got on my toes and stared into the room. I witnessed a large figure, the darkness covered his face, he held his arms open and head back. All i saw that really stood out was his black suit. Like a tuxedo with a black tie and black coat and pants with a white shirt underneath. I swallow a mouth full of spit and continued to watch. Suddenly more men walked into the room. All wearing black suits, all hidden in the darkness.
"What the hell?"
Those damn suits, they felt like they mocked my memory. I wish now that i left the ball outside because once i got a glimpse of their face. I dropped it. Their skin was pale white, whiter than a ghost with ears pointed up and their lips were gone, all that was expose were their long sharp teeth. hands were large with thin long fingers that turned into claws. Their figures were skinny and lengthy. They stared at me, all saw me through the window. I couldn't run when i needed to. I don't remember they're speed but i remember the shock...no...i remember the hunger in their big black eyes. I started running, leaving the ball behind and just leaving the building, i didn't know if they were chasing after me but i didn't care. i needed to keep running, the only way i was stopping was if i dropped dead. I ran until i got home. Locked all the doors and windows. I grabbed the bible and crucifix from the bottom drawer and locked myself in my room. I jumped on my bed and replayed what i just saw.
"It was your imagination...it didn't happen...it didn't happen"
Why did i think this would make me fell better? i didn't know. I looked at my window, i slow reached the curtain and took a peek out when i saw them. They traveled up and down the streets. I closed the window and prayed for the first time in my life.
"Dear god, please...please protect me...protect me. i don't care what you have to do just please do it"
Wasn't there something at the end of prayers?
"Amen"
I peeked out the window when i finally saw all 4 of them staring at my house from the street. they didn't move or budge. They stared at my window and showed no movement. Besides pissing in my bed, i jumped up and ran to the kitchen where my mother stared at the photo and wrapped my arms around her and started crying. This was the first time i ever cried so much. My mother looked at me, a little in shock and the other i don't know. She wrapped her arms around me and told me everything was going to be alright. My mother didn't know what happened that night or what happened every night for 4 months until my father finally agreed to move out of town for the sake of my mother's health. I would leave Nick behind but it was okay, i knew he would meet some new kid and teach him like he taught me. I would get away from these creatures. I would move to New Jersey and live there for 10 more years, start a good career and finally tell my tale of the time i saw these creatures in black suits.
If you read this and decide to go to the warehouse to see for yourself then don't...please, every night and every day i have memories of these people. I stay up most nights and look out my window, knowing that they still watch me. They will one day catch up to me and i will finally be released from these nightmares. Please...Please this is why I've left the name of the town out. I wish no one to find this building and do as i did. So keep this journal, show it to as many as you wish i just need people to know what I've saw...exists
The End
