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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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Orphanage Farm 2

That night Everyone slept peacefully in there beds like always, everyone but Henry and Joey. Joey had a hard time getting sleep since he kept seeing buddy’s bloody body laying there with his eyes wide and horrified look and the creatures they seen, every time he closed his eyes. Henry wasn’t much better off. He had nightmares of what they saw and what they witness. He would be Awaken by them and terrified as the images in his head never faded away. Joey eventually gave up on sleep and watched the children sleep for moments as he thought about what to do. After a minute he decided to walk around the house to see if he could find anything or come up with a plan to help Henry.. He got out of bed and quietly left the room as not to disturb the other’s.

As he roams the dark hallways of the orphanage, he started to believe that they should tell Norman about all this. He could help them by snooping around the place to see what he could find out. Maybe what those creatures are or why they were doing this to them. Norman could also help them come up with a way to escape from this farm. But of course they couldn’t tell Sammy about this. Not yet at least. He would be so crush by the news of mom farming them and that’s if he’d believed them at all. He’ll talk to Henry about it in the morning. He still couldn’t believe that sweet caring old mom would let them eat them. He thought he loved them all. It scared him to know the truth.

Joey stopped in the bathroom to looked in the mirror at his number tattooed on the side of his neck. All there necks had a number. 85389 was his. All his live he never understood why they had these. But now he knew they were only just food. His hand reached up to it and rubbed the number. There was no texture to the tattoo. It just felt like the skin around it.

Joey uses the bathroom, washed his hands then he walked out of the bathroom, only to run into mom as she was passing. “Ah!” Joey looked up in fear. “Oh. H-hi mom!” He forced himself to be calm and put a smile on his face.

Mom looked down at Joey with a smile she always had. “Joey my dear. Your not pulling any of your tricks again, are you?” He voice was kind and caring as always around them. Not the cold dark voice her herd in the tunnel.

Joey shook his head no. “N-no ma’am. I just Uh...just needed to use the bathroom.” He replied. “That’s all mom.”

She nodded down at him. “Alright Joey. Let’s get you back to bed now.” She motherly took joeys hand with hers and lead him back to their room. “Goodnight Joey.”

“Goodnight mom.” He went back to the room were everyone was still sleeping and crawled into his bed. Though he still couldn’t sleep from the images in his mind still. for hours he tried to but was to disturb what he’s seeing. Eventually his body got to exhausted and he passed out.

When morning came with the bright sunlight shinning through their windows, Susie was the first one to wake up, like always. “Guys! It’s time to wake up!” She shouted, leaping out of her bed. “It’s a new day!”

That got everyone up and moving. They all slowly crawled out of their bed and making them like mom taught them then after they all changed into their plain white uniforms. The older children helped the younger ones out with the bed making and getting on their uniforms. Once they were charged and there bed was made they’d run out of the room for breakfast after. One by one the room grew empty intel it was just Henry and Joey

“Henry. I think we should tell Norman.” Joey started as he sat on his bed. “He has the skills to get around without being seen or herd. He could help us with figuring out how to get out of this place.”

Henry came over and sat next to joey facing him. “I was also thinking about telling him to for the same reasons. And I wanted to talk to you about it.” He chuckled. “I guess it’s decided.”

Joey couldn’t help but smiled even in the situation they were in. Henry always made him smile. “I guess it is.” He agreed.

Henry stood up, taking joeys hand in his. “Come on. Before mom starts to expect us.” Together they walked down to the dinning area for breakfast and helped the others with the younger children.

Mom sat down at her spot after prayer as the children started to dig into there breakfast and talk amongst friends. She searches the faces of each of her children and all looked carefree and smiling. She knew one of them broke the rules and went pass the gate. They most likely saw what happened and she knew they the demons there Conversation. She needed to find who it was and to get rid of them before something happened. But she wasn’t worry though. She knew she will find out who it is. Her spy well tell her soon.

“D-Did you see the way m-mom was watching?” Joey ask Henry. Breakfast was finish and the two had gone to the library for free time. It was a private place to discuss the truth with Norman and make a plan. They waiting on Norman to arrived there like Henry asked before leaving the dining room. ”S-she was like a vulture looking for..” Joey stopped when he released where he was going.

Henry sat down on the table next to him. “Yea. I saw. But.” He looked up at Joey. “I don’t think she knows, yet.” Joey looked back at Henry hard gaze. “And we have to kept it like that.” Henry continued.

“Like what?” Norman came inside though the library’s open door, making the boys jump.

Joey places his hand over his now thumbing heart and breaths a sigh of relief. “Jesus norm! You scared us!”

Norman chuckled by there startled faces. “Sorry you Guys.” He replied. “Now what do we gotta kept what like it?”

The two others looked at each other for a moment, then they turn back to Norman. ”Norman.” Henry replied, standing up. “Close the door and have a seat. We gotta tell you something.”

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Norman sat there and listen to everything they had to tell him. Like how they don’t actually get adopted to a family. Instead they get killed by sick and twisted creatures and placed in a tube to be shipped off for rich creatures to eat them, and how they found buddy’s dead brutally and herd about how the lowest test scores get shipped out if your between 6-11. 12 years old gets shipped out automatically, They mention that this place was actually a farm to raise them intel it’s time to get shipped off and it might not be the only one. Lastly they told him how mom knows they harvest and allowed it.

Norman looked at each of them for a long while, thinking. “I believe you.”

“What?!” Henry ask, shocked.

“You do?!” Joey ask.

Norman wasn’t one for believing In Radical or crazy things like Joey. He was more logical and based his knowledge in the books he read in class and the library. but he wasn’t they only one. Henry was also logical with what he believed in and he wasn’t a good trickster. Henry was telling the truth. plus Norman had soon some odd things around.

Norman looked towards Henry. “If Henry believes what he’s saying, which he does, then I believe him.”

“Make sense.” Joey nodded, sitting down on the table again. “Now the question is...What are we going to do about it?” He looked from Henry to Norman.

“We’re going to learn about our situation.” Norman replied in a matter of fact tone. “That’s what were going to do.” He stood up going over to a desk and grabbing a pen and a piece of paper to write out a list. “First We need to understand what lays beyond the fence around us.” He told them as he scribbled it down on the paper. “We need to see if there are guard around or anything that could go wrong when running away.”

Joey and Henry both came up beside Norman “We could do that on free time.” Joey said. “That way mom thinks we’re just playing in the woods.”

Norman nodded. “That’s a good plan. We can do that tomorrow. While have more time.” He wrote that down under the first step.

“We need to gather information on the outside.” Henry stated as he stared off into space, thinking. “Like how dangerous it is? Are is there any other farms or even free humans?” Norman wrote that down as well.

“The creatures.” Henry simply said. “We need to know what they are, understand there ..ways on why they eat us.” He told them. Norman writing that down to.

“Alright.” Norman finishes the list. “Anything else we need to learn about?”

They all look at each other for a long moment thinking of anything they missed then they all shouted in unison. “Mom!”

Norman wrote the last idea down on the peace of paper before Folding it up and stuffing it in a book to hide it. They he and Henry heads to the door.

“But theres there’s one small problem.” Joey stated. Henry and Norman turned to him to hear him out. “What about the other children here?” He asked, looking at them two. “We can’t just leave them hear to get eaten. There a family.”

Norman nodded. “We’re figure that out along the way. For now, let just stick with learning as much as we can, alright?”

Joey nodded. He knew Norman was right. They needed to learn these things first before making a plan. Together they left the safety of the library, joining the others outside. Joey and Henry ran out to Tom to play soccer with him and the others, with Norman headed under the tree to hang out with Sammy. He sits next to the nerdy boy and let’s him lean on him. “Where have you been?” Sammy looked away from his book to Norman, with a smile.

“Oh me, Joey and Henry were just missing around in the game room.” Norman hated lying to him. But Henry told him not to tell Sammy about mom. He would crush his innocent spirit.

Sammy looked at him for a moment then kisses his cheek. “Alright.” He Simply stated then continued on with his book.

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The day goes on and the night quickly came. Everyone started to wined down after their dinner was eaten and cleaned. Tom and Alison sat in the game room playing chess, Alison was just barely beating him. Wally was coloring with dot, he wanted to give it to mom when he was finish as a surprise! Sammy was in the music room with mom -of course-and jack. She was teaching them more the song they have been working on.

The three decided over lunch that they needed to act like there Normal selves tonight so mom wouldn’t get suspicious of them. Henry picked a book and read to the younger ones as he usually did most nights. It helped mom get them to sleep for the night. Norman was in the library again but was studying this time. He couldn’t afford to get lower grades. Mom would notice and he’d Definitely get shipped off. Joey was setting up a prank that he knew he was going to get time out for. But that was his Normal self.

By nine o’clock, all the older children started brushing there teeth and to heading for there soft comfy beds after giving mom a goodnight hug. Henry laid down, hoping there was no nightmares tonight and was asleep by 10 minutes. Poor Joey was so tired from the restlessness of the night before that his body just crashed within half an hour. Norman reads for a book for about an hour before putting it aside and falling asleep immediately.

After a while of laying there and listening to everyone’s breathing so they were sure everything were all asleep, the spy sat up in their bed, looking at each of face to really make sure each was asleep. They slowly pull themselves out of bed and quietly walked down the walkway towards the door, leaving the safety of the room.

The hallway was pitch black and eerie but they were used to this by now, besides they seen a lot worse then the dark. The spy began walking down the long dark hallway all the way to mom’s office. They knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door slightly opens with moms face peering though. “Ah. There’s my dearest little spy.” She smiled as she opened the door widen for them to come in “Come on in.”

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Hmmmm. Who can be the treacherous spy?🤔

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #norman polk #henry stein #the promise neverland

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iraniq · 7 years

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The Story

Note: i have no idea about a name, so i’ll leave it like this for now...if you have some ideas, feel free to share, you could manage to see something i miss :)

@diyunho @rhina988 @nikkitasevoli @auntiemama1 @wolfgirl1074 littlefearsdoodles lady-grinning-soul-k

It was another hot morning. I was driving to work. It was our 4-th anniversary, i had to came up with something special this time, so i brought my favourite book.

We met when i was second year in university. We had this “clinical psychology” subject, so they brought us in a real mental hospital, to look around. We had a lunch break, when i saw him, like a vision. He was just checking in, looking kinda sleepy. But when one of the nurses tried to touch his long hair he freaked out, like literally! He started screaming, kicking, he even bit off some of her cheek….later we were told, he was found in abandoned building eating dead cat; but by the look of his eyes i wasn’t quite sute it was a cat he was eating.

I signed in as volunteer couple of days after … 4 yeas ago. Although i studied philosophy, they took me in. They said i speak crazy people’s language. Don’t get me wrong tho. It’s was ugly in the asylum, but people there the patients right. The private owner is a nice guy. And everything is fine, although we are not allowed to speak about what we do, even with our co-workera from different departments.

I am now almost there. Out of the city, in a huge complex, green parks, cafeteria, restaurant, cake heaven! I am heading to meet my boyfriend - the crazy cannibal.

While I was waiting to get in the parking lot I thought about last year’s anniversary. He shared with me that he had dreams of me. In some we were lovers, in some he killed me, in some he eat me, beat me, sometimes I free him, sometimes I kill him. He shared these were his dreams, didn’t note which one exactly. The radio surprised me by playing Kesha - Praying, it was weird fit, to my current situation, and it took my thoughts away …

For the outsiders I was just an intern, helping a doctor with his patients, taking them on walks, talking to them, checking if they got their pills. But for the others I was the girlfriend of the cannibal. Well we weren’t exactly a couple, I simply was the only person, who got an encounter with him and didn’t end in a hospital with an bitten off part. Every information we had on him was half piece of paper text, saying his mother was ethnologist, she was styling some tribes at some god forsaken island in the sea, discovered like 23 years ago. After a tribe war she found him as a baby and took him with her. As she wasn’t abel to have kids, after couple of months she got married, and her and her husband adopted another boy and a girl. After she died of some unknown disease, when he was 13, the father left for Finland with the other two kids, leaving him here. The papers also say, it turned out he was the son of the tribe chef, of a cannibal tribe. After discovering this he commit himself to his heritage completely. Spending 5 full years by himself. Oddly he is really highly educated, speaks perfect language, no jargon words. Also is very bright and see the world as it is. His birth name is Izmail, named after a biblical character, to be followed by good faith, but the name I call him is Hannibal, it suits him better.

I finally arrived, they checked my purse as always, my book, even opened the candy I was planning to give him, just in case … When I opened the door he was already sitting there. Looking through the window, when he wasn’t talking to me he was acting either like a rages beast or like a zombie, bot caring about the world. He was diagnose with schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder, some say he might had multiple personalities, but I never met anyone but him.

- Hello Hannibal, how are you today?

- Thank you, I am fine. What about you?

- Me too.

- How’s your boyfriend?

- Ha … - I laughed nervously – you are getting old, or you simply forgot we split up a year ago. – he only smiled. – I brought you my favourite book to read to you a little bit of it.

- The Replacement?

- How did you guessed, I haven’t showed you yet. – he is full of surprises.

- I just know.

- How?

- I simply know you. – he said still looking through the window.

- I brought you sweets too.

- Just read me from your book … please!

- Ok then!

I took the book of my purse, and the sweets, I bit some off and started chewing, as I finished I spit it in my hand and reached it out for him. He licked the sweets of it and kept looking through the window. I wiped out my hand and opened my book, starting to read my favourite parts I underlined when I first red it.

- “The first time my dad told me this, I didn't get what he was trying to say, but by the time I was in first or second grade, I was already starting to understand.

The moral of the story is, don't attract attention. Don't have deformed fingers. Don't let anyone find out how amazing you are at tuning strings by ear. Don't show anyone the true, honest heart of yourself or else, when something goes wrong, you might wind up rotting in a tree.

Everyone has a point of origin. A place they come from.

Some people's places are just simpler than others'.

I don't remember any of this, but my sister, Emma, swears it's true and I believe her. This is the story she used to tell me at night, when I would climb out of bed and sneak down the hall to her room.

The baby in the crib: crying, in that anxious, fussy way. His face is shiny between the bars. The man comes in the window--bony, wearing a black coat--and grabs the baby up. He slips back out over the sill, slides the window down, pops the screen back in. Is gone. There's something else in the crib.

In the story, Emma's four years old. She gets out of bed and pads across the floor in her footie pajamas. When she reaches her hand between the bars, the thing in the crib moves closer. It tries to bite her and she takes her hand out again but doesn't back away. They spend all night looking at each other in the dark. In the morning, the thing is still crouched on the lamb-and-duckling mattress pad, staring at her. It isn't her brother.

It's me.”

- Is this you … or is this me?

- Sometimes it’s me, sometimes it’s you.

- Hmm – he briefly smiled. – Can you please continue.

- You know I am just reading you random parts of the book.

- But they are chronological random parts?

- Yes.

- Ok, then I will be able to get the whole point.

He is so beautify when he is in this trans of his, so peaceful, like porcelain doll, but with a soul.

- “ "Hey, ugly," she said, reaching to tousle my hair.” – I swallowed hard, he was still looking away, blinking, he looked at the floor, and smiled – No, it wasn’t this one here. – I was now beyond nervous I lost my booked-to-read-paragraph. – “ “I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and not in the complicated way I loved our parents, but in a simple way I never had to think about. I loved her like breathing.

She sighed and glanced over at me. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I shrugged. The feeling was easy, but the words wouldn't come.

She looked at me a long time. Then she touched my cheek. "Good night, ugly.".”

He smiled again.

- “ "Sometimes, if the new mother loves it and takes really good care of it, the sick baby gets better. It stops being ugly and grows up strong and healthy and normal. Sometimes, if the mother just loves it enough, it becomes beautiful.".”… “ "Emma . . . " I got a tight feeling in my throat and started again. "Emma, Mom didn't make me like this. Keep me alive this long . . . You did.".” – I stopped reading for a while, I needed a moment.

- She’s his sister, it’s obvious, no one can love like a sister. – he kept smiling.

- There was another part, about Luther and Carlina …

- Did you miss them?

- … but I can’t find it – my hands were shaking, and I desperately needs to find this text passage.

- Did you miss them?

- Who?

- The one you lost?

- I didn’t lost anyone?

- Oh ... – he finally looked at me – I’m sorry you didn’t have them. – he was sad. Thank God I find what I was looking for.

- “Over in a corner, Carlina still had her arms around Luther's neck. She kissed him hungrily, pulling his mouth down to hers, and his bony face and jagged teeth didn't matter because she was beautiful enough for both of them.”. … These two have the best love story a book could ever had …

- … you know I love you too, right? – he was still looking thorough the window.

I didn’t say anything. I stand up and knocked on the door, they let me out, and I ran in the bathroom and locked myself.

- How could he be this cruel! – I wanted to shout out but in the middle my voice cracked and I started crying.

#my writing #crazy story #hannibal #cannibal #cannibal story #asylum

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