The unknown I failed to open my moist less eye lids; there was something that it did not want me to see. The bitter cold numbed my feeble body, sending pulse of pure agony. I lay in a lifeless bundle on the adamantine concrete floor. My fatigued muscles ached under the strain of my feeble body. I felt something tearing at my delicate skin, its raw frame chaining me to stained walls. I manage to ease my eyes open, and saw a miniscule light bulb dangling from the ceiling which was the only means of light in this diminutive room, a room that entrapped me in its cold embrace. The light flicked on and of, mesmerizing my every sense. Pungent stenches of rotting flesh hung lazily in the chilling air. An ominous oak door stood menacingly above …show more content…
All that was revealed was a flash and two obscure figures standing over a body, the rest was hidden in the endless void of my conscious. Mist formed from my dry mouth which drifted in the still air only to be sucked in by something canceled on the wall. It was a vent. Hope. It was the only chance of escape. Every bit of my emasculated body ached in torment. My stomach gripped in protest, as I screamed in dismay. I could here footsteps echoing in the abyss that lay outside the oak door. It was coming. All the hope I had drained away, and utter fear settled in. the icy caverns of my heart, started beating at my ribs, as the door creaked open, revealing a figure dressed in a black stained robe. My eyes widened with terror, as I saw his disfigured head, which was covered by a hood. His grotesque body loomed over mine; he fixated his empty stare at my eyes. I crawled backwards and felt the icy walls against my back. He held a shiny object in his deformed mammoth hands. Time itself stopped as I feared that my life would end in torment, as he lifted the object a smashed it against my head, then, …show more content…
In the split seconds of darkness I pictured him towering over me, looking deep into my mind, ejecting fear into it. I could hear the screams of my children coursing throw my throbbing head. I placed my icy hands on my head trying not rejecting the sounds of desperation. Why me? I had lived a quit life, I had nothing of great importance, why am I here? Why is it me that has to see his family be tortured in such away? With every questioned that appeared in my mind, pure hearted and anguish for who ever was responsible grow in my once innocent mind. It was my turn. I heard the footsteps again, but this time there was more than one person coming. I froze. I looked frantically around the room, searching for a weapon. The room was barren other than the bowl and glass… that’s it I reached for the glass, felt my muscles tearing against my feeble bones as I did so. I hid the object in my pocket and awaited my fate. The door opened, revealing two figures. One was the same man dressed in his usual stained robes, but the other was a tall bony person, scars tattooed his sharp face and earrings decorated his pale
The blocks of concrete sidewalk in between two rusty, red brick buildings prickle my skin. I lay out my piece of brown corrugated cardboard and am comforted by its smoothness. It provides insulation on a breezy summer night. I curl up, cramped, in the fetal position; my limbs grow limp as my eyelids weigh down over two chocolate eyes. I can feel my fuzzy black dreadlocks falling down the nape of my neck and into the collar of my thin cotton t-shirt. I pull my white tube socks up to my knees with the help of my toes; only the space between them and the bottom of my shorts is now left uncovered and open to the wind. I deliberately position myself in an attempt to conserve energy before morning comes and invites my stomach to turn into a ferocious growling beast. The storeowner will harp about me finding another stoop by prodding my body with a cobweb-infested broom. I will worry about that tomorrow. For now, I escape into a deep, silent slumber. I begin to dream of another life with a different social setting.
The young woman jerks upward, pressing her body firmly against the wall for support. Her eyes afford a fleeting glance into the remaining room. She sees nothing dissimilar from the room before it, save for the lack of a window. She paces to the door. Her trembling fingers tease at the rusted surface of the handle before roughly drawing it open. Behind it resides a stark darkness. Temptation trickles up the length of her spine as she peers into the void. Slightly stumbling she closes the door shut and starts back into the first chamber.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
Upon entering the dimly lit space you are immediately met with a wall of damp air that captures your attention and heightens your senses. This overwhelming feeling of mystery and intrigue takes over. Moving further into the room your eyes are drawn to a white screen. As you grow nearer, movement of shadowed figures appears, but when rounding the corner, on the other side, eerily there is no figure, just the lonely furniture
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
Left alone, I laid on the freezing cold metal table. I could not feel anything. I slowly got off the table. Through a puddle, I saw my hideous reflection. Black lips and yellow skin, I saw the monster I was. I ran my fingers down my jagged, rough skin. Horrified of my own self, Iran out of the shack, and all the townsfolk screamed. They threw rocks at me as I tried to get away. They screamed," Get the guns," and I was frightened.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The rains of woe fell upon me, a lone traveler, as I looked upon the cave of dread, Set on a quest to seek audience with the master of tears. My heart was aflame with the flames of desolation as I slowly entered the cave whose only god was that whose name is Death. I have witnessed twenty winters, winters so cold that the icy breath of Boreas would freeze newborn babes to their mother’s breast, but none could compare to the icy chill that dwelled inside the cave. Each wind flayed my skin, leaving it blistered and purple.
The ceiling had begun to leak and there were large puddles of water in many divers places. All the family was shouting: from the oldest to me, the youngest. The whole experience was quite deafening, to be honest. We came together and huddled in the hall bathroom, the centermost point of the house, praying and hoping and listening. The listening had to be the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a while. Everywhere could be heard sounds of destruction and rampage. The elements were sent to us to punish us in some way, which way I did not know. When the doors began flying open and off of their hinges and the windows began crashing in, I knew we were done for. In all the commotion, could one truth be understood: this was the
My dreams shattered in front of my eyes like a million pieces of broken glass and all I could do was stare into the endless abyss knowing escape was just a far fetched fantasy. When darkness fell and time came to escape to a wonderland deep within my consciousness, to which only I had the key, the devils would break in and imprison me in my mind. As a child I would sit alone every night in the dark praying to the angels for things to change, for life to get better but in the end I was speaking to the walls. The endless nights of crying myself to sleep and the angels weren’t there to tell me things would be okay, maybe they knew that my life would be a rocky road to hell. I cried, prayed and kept going for years and years, but everything remained
A glorious light enveloped me as he ascended from the heavens. The orb formed into a being crouched on its haunches blocking me from moving forward, and the ground beneath my feet vibrated. I fell upon my face almost sliding downhill. The large obsidian wings cloaked the beings face as he stood.
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.