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I have just started exams at uni and got bored studying all the time so took a break and the first thing I thought of was this short story. Either I am going crazy or my mind wants to mock me as I turn into a fool. Anyway I wrote it down and posted it here.
Everyday seems to be the same for me, get up, get ready and go to school. Do the whole school thing then home, entertain myself with homework then talk to family etc before bed. It is bedtime where the little bit of excitememnt mixed with fear kicks in that causes me to go through the same routine everyday. You see I am afraid of the dark. I walk up the stairs, lights on of course and enter every room in the top half of the house, peer round doors, look under beds and generally check the dark places - ideal monster hiding places. Well if I was a monster these would be the places I would hide. Then I switch on the night-light turn of my room light and go to bed.
It is a cycle which I have repeated for a long time, ok so no school on weekends and school sometimes can get fun but every night I return home and check these places just to be safe. I can't even remember when it started, the fear of just thinking that something or someone being there sends shivers down my spine, I hate the dark, always have as long as I can remember, maybe a fear of being blind, not knowing what could happen and when it could happen I guess is the biggest fear I have.
You see these are my thoughts, my words and my fears. My parents know that I dislike the dark a lot. But the night-light they gave me isn't exactly the answers I was looking for. They have no idea that I check all the rooms and panic each time I hear a bump or a thud in the night. Seeing something would be bad enough but it is the not hearing it that sends the fear levels soaring. The hairs on your neck rise and you feel that cold breeze all over, not wanting to close your eyes incase something does happen but also wanting to close them for the exact same reason. I hate the dark......
Today continues along the lines of any other day. Having got up I have just arrived home from the place known to me as school. Place is more like a zoo, my teacher would be an ape. I sit down and do my homework as soon as I get in, means I can play games later. My dad gets home and does the usual kiss on the cheek to mum and then sits down for dinner. After dinner I sit down and play games, dad joins in for a while but I beat him good. Sure enough the time comes for me to go to bed. I do the usual and then climb into bed. Within moments I here a large noise, much louder than any I have heard before. Then it happened, the night light went out with a pop'ing sound. The fear had kicked in, I got out of bed and made my way into all of the rooms.
I checked all the 'Ideal monster locations' in the bathroom and the spare bedroom. Then I heard something again, it was from my parents room. I entered and it was empty, nobody could be seen. I guess they were still happily watching TV, I guessed wrong. I turned to leave and seen it hanging over the door. My mother or what was left of her. Everytime the wind blew the door moved smashing her head of the bottom half. Blood poured from various places, looked like she had been turned inside-out. I couldn't look at her but I couldn't close my eyes, It was too dark. Watching the cold white bits of her eyes I could see the fear she had, bits were missing and blood was dripping. It was then I seen the trail, blood, leading to the corner of the room. Something moved, I was sure. I was also scared, as scared as I had ever been. I no longer felt safe in the dark or in the light. Then the light went off. I hadn't done it so I was not alone. I shouted for my father as I began to run. Running as fast as I could. I could hear this thing following me, grunting and clobbering its feet onto the floor as it picked up speed. I didn't want to look back but I had no choice, I had to see it, see what my fear was. I let out a scream as I turned, then without warning I was on the floor. Out cold. It was dark again and my thoughts had vanished. Alone in the darkness I had ran straight into the kitchen door knocking me out cold.
I awoke, my eyes kept firmly closed, I could feel it. It's arms or something was around me, gripping me tightly. I was sweating heavily and gasping for air at times, hairs in my necks were standing to attention like an army of soldiers, then I felt the air on the back of my neck. Wasn't like a breeze, it was air. It was going to speak or open its mouth to take a bite, I wasn't sure but I could feel it and I was so affraid to open my eyes. "There, there Jack, it was just a bad dream. Mummy's here now." With those words it was over, I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed with my mother cradling me in her arms, the darkness had gone. Well I guess that is why I am affraid of the dark............
Hope someone took the time to read it. Hope you also enjoyed it. Now back to the books I think.
Everyday seems to be the same for me, get up, get ready and go to school. Do the whole school thing then home, entertain myself with homework then talk to family etc before bed. It is bedtime where the little bit of excitememnt mixed with fear kicks in that causes me to go through the same routine everyday. You see I am afraid of the dark. I walk up the stairs, lights on of course and enter every room in the top half of the house, peer round doors, look under beds and generally check the dark places - ideal monster hiding places. Well if I was a monster these would be the places I would hide. Then I switch on the night-light turn of my room light and go to bed.
It is a cycle which I have repeated for a long time, ok so no school on weekends and school sometimes can get fun but every night I return home and check these places just to be safe. I can't even remember when it started, the fear of just thinking that something or someone being there sends shivers down my spine, I hate the dark, always have as long as I can remember, maybe a fear of being blind, not knowing what could happen and when it could happen I guess is the biggest fear I have.
You see these are my thoughts, my words and my fears. My parents know that I dislike the dark a lot. But the night-light they gave me isn't exactly the answers I was looking for. They have no idea that I check all the rooms and panic each time I hear a bump or a thud in the night. Seeing something would be bad enough but it is the not hearing it that sends the fear levels soaring. The hairs on your neck rise and you feel that cold breeze all over, not wanting to close your eyes incase something does happen but also wanting to close them for the exact same reason. I hate the dark......
Today continues along the lines of any other day. Having got up I have just arrived home from the place known to me as school. Place is more like a zoo, my teacher would be an ape. I sit down and do my homework as soon as I get in, means I can play games later. My dad gets home and does the usual kiss on the cheek to mum and then sits down for dinner. After dinner I sit down and play games, dad joins in for a while but I beat him good. Sure enough the time comes for me to go to bed. I do the usual and then climb into bed. Within moments I here a large noise, much louder than any I have heard before. Then it happened, the night light went out with a pop'ing sound. The fear had kicked in, I got out of bed and made my way into all of the rooms.
I checked all the 'Ideal monster locations' in the bathroom and the spare bedroom. Then I heard something again, it was from my parents room. I entered and it was empty, nobody could be seen. I guess they were still happily watching TV, I guessed wrong. I turned to leave and seen it hanging over the door. My mother or what was left of her. Everytime the wind blew the door moved smashing her head of the bottom half. Blood poured from various places, looked like she had been turned inside-out. I couldn't look at her but I couldn't close my eyes, It was too dark. Watching the cold white bits of her eyes I could see the fear she had, bits were missing and blood was dripping. It was then I seen the trail, blood, leading to the corner of the room. Something moved, I was sure. I was also scared, as scared as I had ever been. I no longer felt safe in the dark or in the light. Then the light went off. I hadn't done it so I was not alone. I shouted for my father as I began to run. Running as fast as I could. I could hear this thing following me, grunting and clobbering its feet onto the floor as it picked up speed. I didn't want to look back but I had no choice, I had to see it, see what my fear was. I let out a scream as I turned, then without warning I was on the floor. Out cold. It was dark again and my thoughts had vanished. Alone in the darkness I had ran straight into the kitchen door knocking me out cold.
I awoke, my eyes kept firmly closed, I could feel it. It's arms or something was around me, gripping me tightly. I was sweating heavily and gasping for air at times, hairs in my necks were standing to attention like an army of soldiers, then I felt the air on the back of my neck. Wasn't like a breeze, it was air. It was going to speak or open its mouth to take a bite, I wasn't sure but I could feel it and I was so affraid to open my eyes. "There, there Jack, it was just a bad dream. Mummy's here now." With those words it was over, I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed with my mother cradling me in her arms, the darkness had gone. Well I guess that is why I am affraid of the dark............
Hope someone took the time to read it. Hope you also enjoyed it. Now back to the books I think.
RastaBillySkank wrote:
> Anyway, intersting story, Lana, well written aswell.
Thanks, your dreams would scare most people I think. Don't write like this much for obvious reasons.
> Anyway, intersting story, Lana, well written aswell.
Thanks, your dreams would scare most people I think. Don't write like this much for obvious reasons.
Anyway, intersting story, Lana, well written aswell.
Grandprix wrote:
I've never dreamt of someone being dismembered.
I have. My subconcious is a nasty piece of work. The other day I dreamt about a bloke who was stalking me, picking off friends and family before he came for me. He chopped up all the bodies and made a sort of patchwork doll out of them all. Twas sick...
I've never dreamt of someone being dismembered.
I have. My subconcious is a nasty piece of work. The other day I dreamt about a bloke who was stalking me, picking off friends and family before he came for me. He chopped up all the bodies and made a sort of patchwork doll out of them all. Twas sick...
I was a bit afraid of the dark when I was younger. Now sleep and dreaming are one of the most interesting parts of the day. Call me sad if you want. Anyway, it was a good read. Not quite sure about the dismemberment part. I've never dreamt of someone being dismembered.
Bit of both I guess. Was affraid of pitch dark when I was little. Guess being bored with studying and it was just something I thought of writing about.
Thanks for reading it
Thanks for reading it
It was good. Is it based on real life or something you just made up?
Anyone give it a read?
I know my writing of stories etc generally sucks but it would be nice to hear what anyone thought of it or disliked about it.
I know my writing of stories etc generally sucks but it would be nice to hear what anyone thought of it or disliked about it.
I have just started exams at uni and got bored studying all the time so took a break and the first thing I thought of was this short story. Either I am going crazy or my mind wants to mock me as I turn into a fool. Anyway I wrote it down and posted it here.
Everyday seems to be the same for me, get up, get ready and go to school. Do the whole school thing then home, entertain myself with homework then talk to family etc before bed. It is bedtime where the little bit of excitememnt mixed with fear kicks in that causes me to go through the same routine everyday. You see I am afraid of the dark. I walk up the stairs, lights on of course and enter every room in the top half of the house, peer round doors, look under beds and generally check the dark places - ideal monster hiding places. Well if I was a monster these would be the places I would hide. Then I switch on the night-light turn of my room light and go to bed.
It is a cycle which I have repeated for a long time, ok so no school on weekends and school sometimes can get fun but every night I return home and check these places just to be safe. I can't even remember when it started, the fear of just thinking that something or someone being there sends shivers down my spine, I hate the dark, always have as long as I can remember, maybe a fear of being blind, not knowing what could happen and when it could happen I guess is the biggest fear I have.
You see these are my thoughts, my words and my fears. My parents know that I dislike the dark a lot. But the night-light they gave me isn't exactly the answers I was looking for. They have no idea that I check all the rooms and panic each time I hear a bump or a thud in the night. Seeing something would be bad enough but it is the not hearing it that sends the fear levels soaring. The hairs on your neck rise and you feel that cold breeze all over, not wanting to close your eyes incase something does happen but also wanting to close them for the exact same reason. I hate the dark......
Today continues along the lines of any other day. Having got up I have just arrived home from the place known to me as school. Place is more like a zoo, my teacher would be an ape. I sit down and do my homework as soon as I get in, means I can play games later. My dad gets home and does the usual kiss on the cheek to mum and then sits down for dinner. After dinner I sit down and play games, dad joins in for a while but I beat him good. Sure enough the time comes for me to go to bed. I do the usual and then climb into bed. Within moments I here a large noise, much louder than any I have heard before. Then it happened, the night light went out with a pop'ing sound. The fear had kicked in, I got out of bed and made my way into all of the rooms.
I checked all the 'Ideal monster locations' in the bathroom and the spare bedroom. Then I heard something again, it was from my parents room. I entered and it was empty, nobody could be seen. I guess they were still happily watching TV, I guessed wrong. I turned to leave and seen it hanging over the door. My mother or what was left of her. Everytime the wind blew the door moved smashing her head of the bottom half. Blood poured from various places, looked like she had been turned inside-out. I couldn't look at her but I couldn't close my eyes, It was too dark. Watching the cold white bits of her eyes I could see the fear she had, bits were missing and blood was dripping. It was then I seen the trail, blood, leading to the corner of the room. Something moved, I was sure. I was also scared, as scared as I had ever been. I no longer felt safe in the dark or in the light. Then the light went off. I hadn't done it so I was not alone. I shouted for my father as I began to run. Running as fast as I could. I could hear this thing following me, grunting and clobbering its feet onto the floor as it picked up speed. I didn't want to look back but I had no choice, I had to see it, see what my fear was. I let out a scream as I turned, then without warning I was on the floor. Out cold. It was dark again and my thoughts had vanished. Alone in the darkness I had ran straight into the kitchen door knocking me out cold.
I awoke, my eyes kept firmly closed, I could feel it. It's arms or something was around me, gripping me tightly. I was sweating heavily and gasping for air at times, hairs in my necks were standing to attention like an army of soldiers, then I felt the air on the back of my neck. Wasn't like a breeze, it was air. It was going to speak or open its mouth to take a bite, I wasn't sure but I could feel it and I was so affraid to open my eyes. "There, there Jack, it was just a bad dream. Mummy's here now." With those words it was over, I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed with my mother cradling me in her arms, the darkness had gone. Well I guess that is why I am affraid of the dark............
Hope someone took the time to read it. Hope you also enjoyed it. Now back to the books I think.
Everyday seems to be the same for me, get up, get ready and go to school. Do the whole school thing then home, entertain myself with homework then talk to family etc before bed. It is bedtime where the little bit of excitememnt mixed with fear kicks in that causes me to go through the same routine everyday. You see I am afraid of the dark. I walk up the stairs, lights on of course and enter every room in the top half of the house, peer round doors, look under beds and generally check the dark places - ideal monster hiding places. Well if I was a monster these would be the places I would hide. Then I switch on the night-light turn of my room light and go to bed.
It is a cycle which I have repeated for a long time, ok so no school on weekends and school sometimes can get fun but every night I return home and check these places just to be safe. I can't even remember when it started, the fear of just thinking that something or someone being there sends shivers down my spine, I hate the dark, always have as long as I can remember, maybe a fear of being blind, not knowing what could happen and when it could happen I guess is the biggest fear I have.
You see these are my thoughts, my words and my fears. My parents know that I dislike the dark a lot. But the night-light they gave me isn't exactly the answers I was looking for. They have no idea that I check all the rooms and panic each time I hear a bump or a thud in the night. Seeing something would be bad enough but it is the not hearing it that sends the fear levels soaring. The hairs on your neck rise and you feel that cold breeze all over, not wanting to close your eyes incase something does happen but also wanting to close them for the exact same reason. I hate the dark......
Today continues along the lines of any other day. Having got up I have just arrived home from the place known to me as school. Place is more like a zoo, my teacher would be an ape. I sit down and do my homework as soon as I get in, means I can play games later. My dad gets home and does the usual kiss on the cheek to mum and then sits down for dinner. After dinner I sit down and play games, dad joins in for a while but I beat him good. Sure enough the time comes for me to go to bed. I do the usual and then climb into bed. Within moments I here a large noise, much louder than any I have heard before. Then it happened, the night light went out with a pop'ing sound. The fear had kicked in, I got out of bed and made my way into all of the rooms.
I checked all the 'Ideal monster locations' in the bathroom and the spare bedroom. Then I heard something again, it was from my parents room. I entered and it was empty, nobody could be seen. I guess they were still happily watching TV, I guessed wrong. I turned to leave and seen it hanging over the door. My mother or what was left of her. Everytime the wind blew the door moved smashing her head of the bottom half. Blood poured from various places, looked like she had been turned inside-out. I couldn't look at her but I couldn't close my eyes, It was too dark. Watching the cold white bits of her eyes I could see the fear she had, bits were missing and blood was dripping. It was then I seen the trail, blood, leading to the corner of the room. Something moved, I was sure. I was also scared, as scared as I had ever been. I no longer felt safe in the dark or in the light. Then the light went off. I hadn't done it so I was not alone. I shouted for my father as I began to run. Running as fast as I could. I could hear this thing following me, grunting and clobbering its feet onto the floor as it picked up speed. I didn't want to look back but I had no choice, I had to see it, see what my fear was. I let out a scream as I turned, then without warning I was on the floor. Out cold. It was dark again and my thoughts had vanished. Alone in the darkness I had ran straight into the kitchen door knocking me out cold.
I awoke, my eyes kept firmly closed, I could feel it. It's arms or something was around me, gripping me tightly. I was sweating heavily and gasping for air at times, hairs in my necks were standing to attention like an army of soldiers, then I felt the air on the back of my neck. Wasn't like a breeze, it was air. It was going to speak or open its mouth to take a bite, I wasn't sure but I could feel it and I was so affraid to open my eyes. "There, there Jack, it was just a bad dream. Mummy's here now." With those words it was over, I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed with my mother cradling me in her arms, the darkness had gone. Well I guess that is why I am affraid of the dark............
Hope someone took the time to read it. Hope you also enjoyed it. Now back to the books I think.