User blog:LexPetitxVampire/Memory Card

When I was fourteen, my father passed away. A friend of my mom’s took pity on the situation, and invited us to go and stay with him and his family in the state of Washington, a dull, gray state. I had spent a good portion of my life in Washington state, in a town known as Puyallup. My mom’s friend lived in Maple Valley, which was about 30 minutes away from Puyallup. My mom promised me we’d hit up all the old places we used to go to in Washington.

One of the first places we went was my old elementary school. Some of my younger teachers I had there, still taught there; it was really cool catching up with them. Though the reason I was there in the first place was anything but cool. My second grade teacher gave me access to the playground, told me to have fun and come back in half an hour. Apparently she wanted to talk to my mom about G-d knows what.

I went out and relived my childhood for a few moments. The patch of trees were I played Crash Bandicoot with my friends, the double bars where I played Salt and Pepper, the bridge were I was first invited to my first ever birthday party that really mattered. I went around the roofed basketball courts to another little patch of forest. On the ground, I found a memory card, I picked it up. Maybe there’d be some neat stuff on it.

I raced back to the classroom and sat at the back of the class, opening my laptop and inserted the memory card into my camera. I hooked my camera to the computer and saw the memory card only contained one video. The video was in black and white, and filmed in a basement. The video was distorted, it seemed weird and wrong. On the far wall was a sloppily painted pentagram with a dead cat hung in the middle.

A feeling of nausea billowed in my stomach. Two men in black cloaks stood there, rocking back and forth. It then cut to a clown in the shower, but he was fully dressed, soaked but still dressed. He opened his mouth in a mute scream and his mouth was filled with squirming maggots. It then cut to a family of three sitting around a table, holding hands, saying grace, only it wasn’t grace, but a Satanic version of the prayer.

Ending instead of an amen with a hail Satan. I unhooked my camera, took out the memory card, closed my laptop and told my mom I wasn’t feeling well.