Is This Scary Or What!!!!!!!???????

It was a nice house. The house which would come to be the key which would lock me in a permanent dungeon of horror forever. In 1997 I came to

Willington,Iowa. A small town into which little big buisiness or large shopping centers had come. I had moved here because of the quiet and calm of a small

town.
The house was an old Colonial era house of modest but large size. It was on a sprawling piece of land with many caves, creeks, cliffs, pools, and other

geological oddities I felt would be quite enjoyed by my daughter and son. The locals were never incredibly friendly to us urban folks. But that was not a big

problem because we would only come to town for groceries and other things of the sort. We had 250 acres to explore. Quite enough to occupy our free time. I

was an author. I had gained custody of the children from Martha and was very happy to have my children back with me.
In the first few months we had grown to love the place and we all felt a certain emotional bond with its charm. We all slept well in our beds confident of a

new start in Willington.
It started in 1998 two and a half months after our settlement there. My 10 year old daughter complained of pains in the
chest. I took her to the doctor and he saw nothing physically wrong. She took some aspirin and that was all. The next day both my children were complaining

of the same pains. My son being one year older than her. Could maybe the doctor said be a growth spert. But after about a week the pains had stopped in both

of them.
The next few weeks were normal except for my son was not going out to explore in the woods anymore. I asked if he would go with me but he simply said "But

you cant fight it." In a childish way. Never again would my boy or girl go into the woods.
A month or so after these incidents. I was typing at my typewriter and as normal fell asleep. I remember distinctly horrible dreams of doom and twisted inner

torture which numbed feeling. i also had dreams of great outer
spherical battles between great forces of godly power. White great mounds of force lunging down upon dark forboding rocky fluids twisting around the light

figures of…good I gathered. I felt confident at first behind the great white beings but soon my confidence turned into uncertainy which became terror at

the sight of constant battle between these forces. I woke up with straining on my chest as my children descibed.
Leaning back on my chair I fell forward as my eyes met the paper which had been typed in front of me. I looked over it seeing that it was complete gibberish.

Letters put together so that when you pronounced them a horrible feeling in the throat came over you. The words and sounds when read came out as gutteral

ugly sounds which seemed to be words. I felt incredibly strange reading it. I felt as though I could almost read them. Like almost being able to read latin

from derivatives. But I came to terms with the fact I couldnt read them. I came back to myself after
wondering over the paper. I began alarmingly worried about what had typed it and why it was gibberish. I felt a great stress and instincively ran to check on

my kids. They were both downstairs doing the work I had assigned to them on the floor in front of the television. They were working and watching T.V. at the

same time. I immediatly asked if they were messing with my typewriter. They both said no reminding me they wrent allowed in my study. I immediately went

throught the possibilities of how this strange yet forbodingly intriguing piece of writing had been typed. In my sleep I might have run my arm over the

keyboard, but how would that explain the spacing between words? I became very alarmed and my children asked what I had. I showed them the paper and they knew

nothing about it. I had forgotten about the great pain in my chest with all the wondering. I had no idea what to do. I seemed to subconciously make the

connection between my dreams and what had been on this paper.
I am not sure where to go with the story now.
Pretty fuckin scary huh?

More intriguing than scary, although it sounds like if you really got into the heart of the story it could deffinitely get scary. I could’nt tell you were to go from here becuase I have no idea what the dreams are about. And I’m sure you’ve got some kind of outline of how you want the story to be anyway.
P.S. Watch your language.

A Fellow Writer