It was the first week of Freshman year when the occurrences began. Jared was the first to realize there was something supernatural happening. Zoey was the next. Then Michael. Then Patrick. Then Hannah. Then it came to me. I believed in spirits but I never believed that it would happen to me. Let's start from the beginning. It was the second week of school. One day we were all in the woods smoking some cigarettes (thinking we were cool) and we all decided to camp out there (worst decision we ever could have made). Like idiots, we decided to tell scary stories. Most of them were old ones that we had all heard before. But then Jared told one that I will never forget. It's too long to tell in this story (a story inside a story, storyception). The basic jist of the story, though, is about how he had seen a figure in the neighbors window across the street. Not scary? Well, the house was abandoned. Scary now? We all eventually passed out, but the next morning was freaky as hell. We all basically woke up at the same time. But something was wrong, Jared had disappeared. We decided that he had just went out to use the bathroom or something. We went out, noticing that he was nowhere in sight. We went back further into the woods, and found Jared, laying on the ground, in a dead-looking state. We tried waking him up, and after a few unsucessful attempts, Michael felt his pulse. Michael felt his pulse, bringing a sigh of relief over all of us. He eventually woke up, wondering where he was. We had told him what had happened, and having a notorious history of sleepwalking, we all just shook it off. But it was the the dead-like state (you know, like when you see dead people in coffins) that never left my mind. Since it was only Saturday, we all went out and hung out more. There was a bit of uneasiness among the group, but not enough to think anything of it. The day was normal and we did what we usually did on Saturday. We talked about camping out again, but Michael and Hannah had to go to church the next morning and Patrick had to do something the next day. That left me, Zoey and Jared. Zoey's parents didn't trust her with me and Jared, although Zoey and Jared were dating. Zoey had to go home, so that left me and Jared. I stayed at Jared's house that night. We decided to pull an all nighter. About 2 in the morning, I wanted a cigarette and Jared wanted to walk around a little bit. It was a decision that worked out for the both of us. As we walked down the dark street, Jared started feeling paranoid. He would always look back to see if someone was behind us. No one ever was. But one thing did happen. I took a drag and blew it behind me. Once again, Jared looked behind him. But this time was different. He saw a shadow. He jumped and said "Benji, look behind you!" Nothing was there. "I swear I just saw a shadow run across the street," Jared said. I told him that there was nothing behind us and we both shook it off. We got back to his house and played some zombies on the PS3. We made it to about 4 o clock before we just passed out. I woke up the next morning to find that Jared had disappeared again. I found him in the carport, in the same dead-like form I had found him the morning before. But this was a bit different, a message had been carved into the concrete next to him: "Get out". I was getting freaked out. We went on with the day trying to figure out what was happening. We never were able to figure it out. Nothing happened over the next few months. Atleast until Christmas break. Jared came up and we got the group together for old times sake. We decided to camp out again. It was then that we told everybody else what happened a few months before. Everyone was freaked out. Questions that we couldn't answer were asked. We decided to put a hunting camera up to see if the same thing would happen. Sure enough, something happened. But this was different. Jared was still in the tent, but there was blood everywhere. No one was hurt though. It was after a few minutes of investigating when we found out that the blood spelt something out: "Get out". We were freaked out. We grabbed our stuff, the camera, and ran. That was on a Thursday. We stayed together and slept at my house. We all wanted to see what the camera had caught. We were shocked by what we saw. After about the first 2 hours of the tape, we saw a dark figure standing in front of the tent. Then we saw a hand cover up the camera. It was enough to make us jump. We immediately closed the laptop and stayed silent for about 20 minutes. We all stayed at my house that night. Fast forward to May 21, 2012. We were all out of school and decided to get together again. We stayed at Jared's house that night. That night was absolute hell. Jared's parents had to work that night and Jared's sister was out of the house. Jared's brother was staying with his sister. That left all of us alone. About 3 in the morning, it started happening. The bedroom door swung open and and no one was there. We closed the door and then the door handle started to wiggle as if someone was trying to get in. It eventually stopped and Michael went outside to see what was going on. He suddenly fell back and was dragged into the kitchen. The only thing? Nothing was there. He was just being pulled randomly. I pulled Michael away and we ran outside and down the street. We got about halfway down the street before we hit an invisible wall. Every time we would try to walk forward, the same thing would happen. A dark figure appeared and I don't remember anything past that. I woke up the next morning in Jared's room. In fact, we were all there. It was like nothing had happened the night before. It was like it was all just a dream. But we all recalled the same dream. That's when we figured out that it was no dream. It actually happened. Nothing happened over the next few weeks. I stayed up at Jared's on a Saturday in June. That's when we got the call. Michael called me to tell me that Patrick was found hanged in his room. He left a note that said "I can't do this anymore, with all the stuff that has happened, I just couldn't fight anymore. Live on without me. I will watch over you all." We were all saddened. The next week we went to Patrick's funeral, the environment was uneasy. No one there but us knew what the note meant but us, and we weren't about to tell anybody. It was a few weeks later when I got a call from Jared. He told me that Hannah was found in a bathtub of red water with her wrists slit. We were just in a state of shock. Two good friends had just killed themselves in the same month. We knew why. We tried to fight it. Wondering if anyone else would take their own lives. Sure enough, it would happen again. I was watching the news the night before school started when I saw that a kid in Elizabethton had committed suicide by taking pills. I didn't want it to be what I thought it was going to be. They didn't give any details, but I was informed that same day that it was Michael. I cried for days. Never getting over the fact that my one of my best friends was dead. I didn't go to school for 3 weeks. When I finally did go back to school, me and Jared talked about what had happened. Jared was ok for the moment, but I sought phsyciatric help. I went to the psychiatrist everyday for a month. I told her about what had happened and found out a few weeks lated that she was found dead in her house. A gun was found in her hand. It was a normal day at school. I had noticed that Zoey wasn't there. I didn't think a thing of it. I got a call on my cell phone to find out that Zoey was found dead in her bedroom and with a bottle of antifreeze beside her. She left a note. " I can't fight it, it finally got to me. Please go on without me. Love, Zoey". Jared went on a sudden rampage. He killed his family in rage and shot himself in the head. A note laid beside his dead body that read " Benji, everybody is dead now. I want you to go on, though. Please don't follow in my footsteps and take your own life. I love you like a brother man, don't forget that." I broke down in complete rage. I screamed at anyone who tried to talk to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a shotgun, put it up to my head and pulled the trigger, only to find out that the gun was jammed. Before I could find another way to kill myself, they got to me. The police chased me down and took me to the station, claiming I was suicidal. But I wasn't suicidal. I just lacked sanity. All of my friends had killed themselves. The eventually took me to Woodridge, once again claiming I was suicidal. They told me to tell them what I had experienced in the recent occurrences. I told them that I would write it down. That's why I wrote this story. To get it out there. To let people know what I have gone through. To let you know that spirits are real. That they are lurking out there waiting to strike at any time. Be prepared. Don't end up like me. I feel like I should be with my friends again. But I can't. If I find a way to break out, I will rejoin them, taking my place in heaven or hell.
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