“The Haunted Device” by Brendan Salazar

“The Haunted Device”

by Brendan Salazar

Michael Rosen, Children’s Storyteller by day, and Paranormal Investigator by night. One day, he received a call from Dr. Rabatnuk of the Israeli Paranormal Sciences Division.

“Michael, I have an interesting case for you” said Rabatnuk through the phone.

“What is it?” said Michael

“Some locals in Italy have reported paranormal activity of some sort. I want you to go to Luigi Mansion in Italy and investigate these claims.” Said Rabatnuk

Michael and his Mexican “Partner”, Manuel Pingas, travelled to Italy and arrived at  Luigi Mansion in a van. By sundown, they had prepared their equipment and set about to investigate.

The duo navigated through the mansion and found themselves in a living room.

“Señor, I feel an unholy aura behind me” said Manuel

Behind them, a ghost hound appeared and growled. It charged towards Manuel, only to be sucked into a device called a Ghost Catcher.

“Thank you Señor” said Manuel

“Don’t worry” said Michael

The duo explored more of the mansion, finding themselves in the garden.

“Señor, look over there” said Manuel, pointing towards a group of monolithic structures forming a circle.

“They look like sponges” said Michael, ‘I wonder if this ‘spongehenge’ has any spirits residing in it’ he thought.

The two slowly approached the structures. Suddenly a flash of light appeared out of nowhere, slowly vanishing. The two then saw a morbid creature, as fat as a cow, wearing nothing but a cheap cape, and has a pinhead-shaped head.

“What grotesque pinhead creature is that?” said Manuel

“WHO YOU CALLIN’ A PINHEAD!” shouted the creature.

“Please forgive my partner, we did not mean to insult your appearance.” Said Michael

“I shall forgive this mortal, you cannot comprehend my true being after all” said the creature

“Anyways, may I ask your name?” asked Michael. “I hope he does.” he wished

“Very well mortal. I am the God Empre-uh… Patrick, King of the Rock and Guardian of the Sloth. What is your business here, mortals.” Said Patrick

“We are investigating paranormal activity in this mansion. I don’t suppose you could tell us about the history of this mansion?” asked Michael

“Very well mortal, I shall” said Patrick before bringing up a holographic screen.

“A long time ago, a vile and evil man named Wario Luigi inhabited this mansion. He was cruel and did many vile and evil things. I myself found to his possession as a gift from a certain Italian Dictator. One day, a man named Eugene “Krabs” Plankten invented a device he called a “Weegee”. Wario wanted Eugene’s device and attempted to buy it from him but Eugene refused, seeing the evil within him. Wario killed Eugene and took the device from him. His very darkness and the souls he tormented seeped into the Weege. Wario was driven mad and was killed after killing one of his servants in the final days of the Italian Empire.” Told Patrick

“That was an interesting story to say the least. We have to go now, I hope we will encounter each other once again.” Said Michael

“I bid you farewell mortals and good luck. Oh and don’t forgot about the Chaos Mari- oh they’re gone.” Said Patrick, as the two left before saying the last part.

Michael and Manuel continued to explore the mansion, they tried to find the Weegee but to not avail. Along the way, they encountered many paranormal beings and creatures, some friendly, some hostile.

They finally went up into the attic. Already, they felt a strong unholy aura, and at the corner of Manuel’s eye, he saw the weegee: A metallic box with symbols of unknown origin and an eight-pointed star covering it.

“Señor, I found the Weegee” said Manuel

“Good job, Partner” complimented Michael

The duo readied their Ghost Catchers. They slowly and carefully approached the device, alert and on guard.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light lit up the attic and a demonic voice roared.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

Michael and Manuel ran to cover as the Chaos Marine threw its oversized axe at them. It charged at Michael, picking up its axe and shouted a war cry.

The Chaos Marine swinged its axe at Michael, he dodged it and it continued. Manuel shot his Ghost Catcher at the Chaos Marine but it only further enraged it.

The Chaos Marine roared, deafening Michael and Manuel. It charged at Manuel, cutting in half the antique table Manuel hid in. Manuel ran and the Chaos Marine followed, Michael had to stop the Chaos Marine.

Manuel was chased through the hallways of the mansion, being pursued by the Chaos Marine. He turned at a corner and a pack of ghost hounds charged at him. He suddenly turned at a room and let the Chaos Marine and the hounds fight it out. However the hounds were ripped apart by the Chaos Marine’s axe and its strength.

Michael returned to the van and scavenged through the equipment. He quickly found what he was looking for.

Manuel was chased by the Chaos Marine. He made his way into the living room. The Chaos Marine jumped into the living room and made a powerful shockwave. The Chaos Marine looked at Manuel, as if it was staring into his soul.

“DIE FOR KHORNE!” roared the Chaos Marine.

“This was it,” thought Manuel. It was the end for him. Then someone shouted at the Chaos Marine.

“BE DE-ATOMIZED CHAOS MARINE!” shouted Michael. He brought up his Atom Flayer, ready to fire death.

The Chaos Marine charged at Michael, swinging its axe. Michael fired his Atom Flayer, disintegrating the Chaos Marine, layer per layer until its atoms were ripped apart.

Michael ran up to Manuel and said “Are you okay?”

“I am fine Señor” said Manuel, he took Michael’s hand, standing up.

“Later that morning, the Weegee was loaded into the van. The two drove away from the mansion, finally putting it to rest.

LISA by Leandra Lee Lopez

As years passed by, my sister was the talk of the town. I didn't know what to feel or act at all. Whispers are the source of sound that I would constantly hear. Nobody wanted to be friends with me. I am a loner, it's depressing to say the least but I'll manage. It's my last year in high school then hopefully I can leave this place for good.

Science class is my least favorite subject and basically, it sucks because nobody wanted to help me so I have to deal with this all on my own. Until, a tall looking guy sat beside me and offered to help. It shocked me to my bones because it has been years since someone payed attention to me. "Hey, I'm Martin. I've noticed that you have a hard time with the subject matter. I'm just wondering if you wanted any help?" The answer is yes, why not? Someone wanted to be friends with me and maybe, just maybe... I can finally find happiness and friendship. Martin is nice, cute and really down to earth. It's sad to know that he'll leave one day, but I'm going to treasure the days that I have left with him. I'm going to make the most out of it. Every day, Martin visits me every after class. He walks with me to my locker and talks about how my day went and sometimes he cracks jokes that mostly does not really make a lot of sense at all. People would always glance at us and even give Martin looks as if questioning why he's even hanging out with me. Well, he never really cared about them. He says that they are just jealous because they can never have a cool and beautiful friend like me. I'm getting attached, I'm not gonna lie. 

It's been a while since I've thought about my sister and it's making me feel a tad guilty because I haven't visited her since Martin came. The death of my sister, Monnalisa was a shock to the town. Basically, my sister was a Golden girl. Everyone adored her; girls envy her. Monnalisa was the type of girl whom every teacher loved. She was beautiful inside and out. She never really had a problem with anyone, but then one day she just disappeared. Everyone was looking for her. My mom, my dad, her friends... everyone. Until someone tipped the police anonymously that her body was seen afloat the Riverside lake. Nobody knew what really happened to her. But according to the forensics investigation she was raped and then tossed her out of the lake.

We never found her justice. There wasn't any suspect or witness. Nor were there evidences. However, there was always a red rose on her grave. Every single day, there was one. It was weird because her death happened years ago. It was a mystery. At first, I thought it was a secret admirer who loved her but as months passed, I knew it wasn't and this was getting serious.

I didn't tell anyone about this. Not even my family. I wanted to solve this case. Who sent those flowers... everything. Martin is a distraction and it's making my head hurt. I didn't know whom to choose. My sister who is now laying in the past or Martin who makes me happy now. I thought about this for days, and decided to choose Martin and let go of the past. I hang around with Martin, through day and night. We would watch movies in his house and eat around gummy worms. He would even steal kisses that would make my heart flutter. I don't know what we are but I obviously like him and I think he feels the same way too. We do this every single day and I feel like I'm literally floating on cloud nine. He told me about his family and his friends and I liked it a lot.

For once I've thought about my sister and decided to visit her. I turned down our movie night and told him that I have an important matter to attend to. He understands and told me to text him when I arrive home. When I arrived at my sister's grave, I talked and told her about my life. How happy I have become. How thankful I am that Martin have become a part of my life and he make me feel complete. I heard footsteps coming and quickly hid between a tree. What I saw made me loose my breath. Martin himself is standing in front of the grave, holding a piece of red rose in his hand. My body felt numb and I didn't know what to feel. When I was about to call his name, I stopped and listened as to what he had said:

"Lisa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I regretted everything that I have done. I loved you since the very first time I saw you. You are my everything until I met your sister. I know that this is out of the line but I hope you understand. I met your sister. I know that this is out of the line but I hope you understand. Your sister is depressed ever since you were gone and as payment to what I have done to you, I'm making her happy. I love you Lisa, see you again tomorrow." 

I was shocked and I felt anger surged through me."What do you mean, Martin?" Martin stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. Tears welled up his eyes. He's sobbing now. I wanted to comfort him but I can't. Monnalisa needs her peace. "I killed your sister, I'm sorry."

I breathed in, knelt down and hugged my sister's grave. I can't believe that I broke my walls and fell in love with my sister's killer. 

Promise by Michael Angelo Osmil

"Death is an inevitable thing. It comes to you no matter how you try to avoid it with medicine and precaution. You cannot escape death."

A woman wearing a blue dress and a brown sweater was sitting on a banig. Her tired eyes looked at Jane. It was Jane's sick mother. Jane's eyes began to water. "Jane," a hand held hers, with a warm and comforting feeling. "You know, Jane, anak, I'm starting to think you're more scared than I am!" she chuckled like death was nothing to her. Somehow, Jane grinned because her mother's laugh, even though she had a lot of reasons not to. "Ma, I'm just so scared." Jane sighed, "If I only had a job!" Her mother sensed her frustration. She reahed out for her panyo and wiped her daughter's tears. Jane held her mother's hand, "Do you need anything, ma?" she stood up determined to do something. Her mother grinned, "Make me some milk, Jane anak." She looked at Jane and gave her a smile. "O-okay!" she hurriedly ran to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came back with a mug of hot milk. "Here, Ma." Jane handed it over to her mom. "Thanks, anak." She took a sip and stared out the window. There was a long silence in the room. "Ma, promise me, you'll guide me even when you're gone." She clutched her mother's hand, "I always will, anak." She wrapped her arms around Jane which became a long hug between mother and daughter.

Jane, who was very young, decided to just rely on the power of prayer. She goes to church alone, dressed in rags, since they have no money to buy decent clothes. Ever since her mother fell ill she has been going to church every day, from the countryside walking to the city. And she stopped going to school. Shortly after the exhausting walk, she felt desperate and frustrated. Her mother's condition just seemed to get worse.

One day, she went home from church, tired and frustrated. She heard her mom coughing. She went to her room. "Jane, your back!" she smiled as she saw her daughter. "Jane, I need a glass of water, anak." "Ma, I'm tired of always looking out for you! I pray every day to Sto. Nino, but your condition just gets worse! If only you weren't sick! You're so annoying! My effort on walking from here to there and back again just gets wasted! Why?! Why do we have no money? I should have been going to school a long time ago. Why won't you go away?! JUST DISAPPEAR!" Jane was crying and angry at the same time. Realizing what she has done, Jane ran out of the house crying. Her mother was so shocked, she wasn't able to say anything.

Jane ran to a nearby river to be alone. She looked at t he sapa as it's water shone like a huge wave of crystals. She decided to go home and apologize to her mother. She ran back home, filled with guilt, but she knew her conscience would be cleared afterwards.

As she arrived back from the sapa, she rushed to her mother's room. "Ma!" she was surprised to find her mother missing. "Ma?" she called out. She noticed a small note on her banig. She opened it anxiously.

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Jane, anak,  I'm sorry if I have troubled you. I was a burden to you. I shouldn't have put so much weight on your shoulders. Since I haven't attended a misa in a while, I will go to the city and pray. Don't worry, this is my way of thanking you. You won't be seeing me anymore. Just remember that, I'll always love you even though I'm gone. I'll never break our promise. Goodbye.

Your Mama,

Floresita

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Jane cried after reading the note. She ran outside. She heard lots of noises and shouts, "What's going on?". A man was talking to a police officer and there were lots of people nearby. "Didto Sir ay!  I saw a woman who was run over by a car." The man pointed to the road going to the church. "Ah, Manong, unsa iyang gisuot? the police asked. "She was wearing a white dress with a black jacket." the man answered. She was shocked because this was what her mother was wearing that morning. She ran to the direction the man was pointing at. Up ahead, Jane saw a car with a figure of a woman lying on the road. There was no one in the car, so she went over to the woman. It was her mother. "Ma! Mama!" she tried shaking her mother. Jane checked on her pulse, but there was nothing. The rain poured down as death has caught the
soul of her mother.