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The figure walked slowly out of the darkened alleyway, keeping his face hidden in the shadows. Slowly, he walked up to a house, and reached into the pocket in his jeans, pulling out a key and opening the door. He walked upstairs slowly and silently, keeping all the lights off, not touching anything. He walked into the first bedroom, and looked over a young boy lying in the bed. A thin beam of moonlight shone through a crack in the curtains, lighting the child’s face. He reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pair of black leather gloves. He slipped them onto his hands, and then reached into his pocket again, this time pulling out a knife.
The moonlight glinted off the bright silver of the steel knife as he pressed it up to the child’s neck. Calmly, he covered the boy’s mouth as he applied pressure to the blade. Watching the blood slowly pool in the indent in his neck and trickle down the side onto the bed. The child suddenly awoke with shock, his eyes wide open, trying desperately to scream. He pressed on harder. The boy started to flail about, and then nothing. He walked into the other bedrooms, and repeated the process with an unnatural calmness. Then he walked out into the hall, after slitting the throats of a whole family, and turned. Just staring in a blank contemplation. He stepped forwards, into the moonlight creeping through child’s door, which was open a crack. He just stared forwards. Then he slowly raised the knife, and pressed it onto his own throat and quickly drew it across.
“Wake up!” he spluttered as the blood poured down his neck.
He jolted up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face, gasping and panting for air, looking desperately around the room, terrified. That’s the third time this week he’s had that dream.
“I...It’s only a dream…” he gasped, trying to reassure himself.
He slowly lowered his head back onto his pillow. Listening to the wind whistle outside. The dead winter branches tapping gently against the window. Slowly lulling him into sleep again. He gently drifted off into sleep. Suddenly, there was a huge bang. Again, he jolted up and frantically fumbled in the dark for the switch to turn on his lamp. He quickly pressed the switch, and looked around the now lit room for the cause of this. The small table by his door was flipped over, upside down.
“What the….” He muttered as he heaved himself out of bed.
He shuffled along to the table, and carefully lifted it back onto its four legs. He shuffled back to bed, confused by what he’d just seen, but far too tired to care. He lay down in bed again, and switched off the light. Again, he started to doze off, listening to the branches rapping up against the window.
There was a loud smash and again he turned on the light. There was glass all over the floor, and a shattered hole in the window. Again he heaved himself out of bed, and carefully walked towards the window, looking outside the window cautiously. There was nothing. And that’s the problem. There wasn’t even a tree. He stared and stumbled back in shock, and quickly got back into his bed. Turning off the light, pulling the covers tight, and curling up. Just trying to forget; to sleep.
He stumbled down the stairs around 8 AM, in his slippers and dressing gown, and shuffled into the kitchen in a zombie-like sleep deprived state.
“Shit Ted, you look awful!” his roommate joked as he looked up at him.
He mumbled a barely audible response as he shuffled towards the fridge and started looking around.
“You ok man?”
“Yeah… I just didn’t… didn’t sleep much last night. I… I had that dream again.”
“Again?” He started to laugh. “Still scared of the monsters under the bed?”
Ted glanced sharply towards him
“yea, I guess so!” he said sarcastically before walking out of the room with a bowl of cereal in his hand.
Any C&C would be great. I'm just wondering whether this is worth continuing...
Aye. There's three ways I'm thinking of taking it, and I'm not sure which one to choose :p
Do all three! Make it a choose your own adventure thing - if you want Ted to empty his bowl of cereal on his friend's head, click here (with a link to that bit, of course...)
It's interesting, thus far. I would like to see what happens with this, whether there's some sinister purpose behind those dreams...
Hmmm.... It's tempting Deadstar.... But no I was thinking of either taking it a psychological route(involving a split personality disorder kinda thing), a supernatural route with ghosts, or a mix. I don't think the mix will work though... Hmmm.... Oppinions?
I would go for a Supernatural route, 'cause I'm in the mood of horror right now... But, the psychological theme sounds better for the story, methinks
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