GRL Victims Report

**prophetic_joe** · 04-18-2006, 03:19 AM

Sleep, it's a concept that seems so simple, close your eyes, breath nice and easy and then you just drift off. For the last few weeks this concept had been next to impossible to accomplish. I would lay down never be able to get comfortable. My head would fill with these terrible thoughts. I would have nightmares and wake up with cold sweats. Yes for me the simple idea of sleep had grown incredibly complicated. This is why it would have come as no suprise had last night been exactly the same.

Something very strnage happened when I went to bed though, a wierd sort of calm came over me. My mind cleared, the blankets felt o nice and soft and warm. I closed my eyes and wonderful visions appeared. I had the most pleasant dreams in which I sat outside with a nice breeze blowing across my face smoking my favorite cigar holding my wife close to me. The last dream was strange though, I saw my lovely lady get out of bed, walk to the mailbox and recieve a nice sized package. She walked to the bedroom with a smile on her face and tried to wake me up.

"Nate I have a suprise for you ." she said, but I did not respond. That nights sleep was the best and last I would ever have for you see my dear friends death visits us all and this morning before I woke, he visited me.

Maybe just maybe he'll visit you next.

HeadHoncho · 04-18-2006, 04:19 AM

There I was, traveling by train to the ancient town of Valhalla in eastern Europe. I was alone for this trip. My purpose was single minded. I wanted a shot of the small town as we were passing through. My objective was to step onto the back of the train and snap a once in a lifetime picture of the old town with many fantastic and mysterious stories surrounding its existence.

So finally, after many hours of non stop traveling, we began the long descent to Valhalla over steep tracks along the edge of a mountain side sitting 16,500 ft up above the clouds. As we cut through the dense, dreary cloud layer, there it was…beautiful, spooky, ancient and so overpowering that I almost couldn’t pull my eyes away.

As I made my way back to my room on board the train, I realized what I needed to do was exactly what many before me had tried, and failed at. I suddenly fell to my knees weeping at the despair of the situation. After I recovered, I arose and with every ounce of determination, I finally reached my room.

Closing the door behind me, I went for my camera bag and quickly opened it, and pulled out my camera. This was it. I began loading film, checking my flash and took a test shot…really a self portrait if you will. It might be my last.

I began to feel the train slowing down, knowing it would not stop completely, but rather coast through the decrepit old place. Knowing that it was time, I started my journey towards the back of the train. Soon, I had reached the last train carriage. I made my way over to the rear door and slowly…almost trepidly, timidly opened it.

Slowly…creaking ever so slightly, the door swung outward. Outside was a small ledge on which to stand. Stepping out onto the ledge, the train bounced violently, and I hade to grasp the cold iron railing as the camera almost flew from my hands. There it was.

Valhalla. Land of myth. Strange things happened in places like this. For one thing, all the people had disappeared years before. No one knew why. I certainly wasn’t going to stick around to find answers either.

I began lifting the camera to my face. As I looked through the camera and began to focus on the town, I noticed a shape off into the distance. It was more like a presence really. Dark, forboding and massive. All of a sudden it started towards me! I knew it saw me. I tried to take my picture…I had to take this picture! As I began clicking the button, I felt this overwhelming sense of despair enveloping me. Quickly…almost in the blink of an eye, I forced myself back to reality.

Just as I made my way back into the train and closed shut the door of the carriage, all light became dark. I knew I was safe though. I had escaped the evil of Valhalla. The world would now see what no other was able to accomplish. I took the only known pitures of Valhalla and lived. I was safe.

Just then, the train began to slow down again. What was happening? I got up and turned around to make my way back to my room, but heard a distinct click and creaking sound. The door was opening again……

©2006 HeadHoncho

**Lopaka** · 04-18-2006, 06:30 AM

Headhoncho, that's an intersting story. However, this thread is for those that are participating in a PIF called Grim Reapers List.

HeadHoncho · 04-18-2006, 11:56 AM

Originally Posted by Lopaka

Headhoncho, that's an intersting story. However, this thread is for those that are participating in a PIF called Grim Reapers List.

Sorry...hehehe. I just wasn't sure. I actually wrote that lil piece in about 10 minutes. I suffer from over imagination.

The idea for this story first inched its way into my mind after I posted an original picture I took of a small town while traveling through Europe. This part is true, however the town and the scariness were made up. It was a little erie on the back of that train however.

Should I repost it in it's own topic or just delete it altogether?

Thanks.

HH