Just a little over a week ago, I was awoken at seven in the morning by a startling phone call from my mother. She informed me that her sister had just passed away in the hospital. For three years my aunt was battling leukemia to little avail, and although I was distraught to hear of her death, I'd known that it was imminent.
My mom told me that the funeral was to be set a week later in their hometown of Heppner, Oregon, a rural little place that she claimed to be quaint. Unfortunately, most of my family couldn’t afford the airline tickets, and the drive would be much too far, so they simply apologized and sent their condolences.
I began to take great pity upon my mother—if I didn’t attend the funeral then she would have to go alone. I pictured her in front of a headstone, more inconsolable than she sounded on the phone. I knew I had to go or I would regret it.
Later that day my mom called again. Through sobs, I managed to hear her say that I was to stay a week with her in Heppner, beginning tomorrow, if at all possible. She was currently living in her deceased parents’ home that they had left my aunt in their will; she had moved in six months ago to be with my aunt for her last moments on Earth.
Their parents had passed away about a decade ago—within months of each other. I couldn’t let my mother toil away in the home where all her loved ones kept dying, so I made a vow to her that I would see her early the following morning. I could almost sense her smile at the sound of my words, and she said, “Do hurry,” dreamily. Then the crying resumed. I assured her that I’d be there before she knew it and that I loved her before hanging up. (Read more...)
Hello, my name is Travis Kuhlman but many of you probably know me as Emp/Empy. I was an administrator on this fine website for almost two years. I started writing at a young age, but really got into it during my time in the Peace Corps. I stumbled across Creepypastas while looking for stories to share with the kids in my community after telling all the myths and urban legends I knew. I have been known to submit stories on this website (currently I have over sixty stories here), help improve the quality of existing stories on the site by correcting errors, and help writers out in the writer’s workshop.
I like to tell horror stories with an empathetic quality to them. I think getting the audience to relate to the character in some way builds their connection and drives home the terror of their situation. I typically write on themes and topics that scare me in some way since I believe that it is hard to effectively tell a story if you aren’t able to see the inherent horror in that situation. I hope you all take some time to read and review my stories.
1: Tryps is a series of stories focusing on a mysterious deteriorating disease begins to infect the world while a man struggles to come to terms with his life and survive.
2: The Creeping Horror tells the tale of a boy who decides to call on the Creeping Horror with his friend and the unintended repercussions of that action.
3: Don't Know You from Adam explores the life of Olivia as she tries to come to terms with having prosopagnosia (face blindness) and receiving unwanted advances from an obsessed stalker.
Other Projects: One of my novels, A Good Ending has recently been e-published on Kindle and I am looking for reviews. If you’ve read the story or would like to, I would be appreciative if you could check it out and let me know what you liked about it and areas where I could improve. Thanks and happy holidays.