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It was a fairly far away move, and I knew one thing, I was really going to miss my friends... but this house, beckoned to me, not just me, but my whole family. The drive was long and tedious, and extremely boring, my Dad kept telling me old stories that I heard a million times. I think after the third or fourth time they started to get boring. When we finally pulled into that long, almost dank driveway, it was somewhat of a relief.
As we began to unload the truck, there seemed something odd right away. As I approached the door, I noticed a note nailed into the door, which how now been repaired, and a small key dangling off the knob. I slowly grabbed the note and began to read it aloud as my parents slowly approached.
My dad just simply mouthed,
Mom simply laughed and said
As we began to slowly unpack, we set up the book shelves, and put what little books we owned on them. We then all left the house, for we needed to get our couch inside, and that thing was huge. Most defiantly a three man job, or at least one man and two women! Ahaha! We slowly lifted the behemoth of the couch and lugged it inside our house.
As we placed it what we had selected to be the,
Oh god, if only we had heeded this warning, I wish we had, for this marked the beginning of a nightmare, of which, there was NO escape...
The days continued as normal, my parents once again having shrugged it off as,
Suddenly, I felt something come over me, an unearthly feeling of fear, of coldness. My eyes slowly stretched open, and, oh god, I wish I could UN-see that face. Or, lack thereof, for above me hover an empty shadow, faceless, cold, it knew who I was, I could feel it. It was staring at me, and I stared back.. for what seemed an eternity. Despite its lack of eyes, you could feel the look of malice, of evil. I wanted to scream, get up and run to my Father, but I just couldn't, I laid there, frozen in fear. Just me and this
The very next morning, as we all sat down to eat breakfast, an awkward silence hung in the air. Then, I slowly began to speak, I had to tell them what had happened the night before, I had to...
I slowly began to speak,
My Dad then slowly began to speak, what he said made my heart sink,
My Mom tore out of her chair, and made a beeline for the telephone. My Dad and I ran with her, my Dad quickly tore the phone out of her hand, the digits,
My dad quickly said,
My father's blood quickly withdrew from his face... for a moment, I had no idea what was going on.. oh, but slowly, oh so slowly...my heart sunk to my stomach. Both him and I stood frozen in fear, my mom looking back confused.. oh so slowly, I mustered the courage to lift my arm and point behind her. As she slowly turned to see what had scared us half to death, she was met by the faceless entity from the previous night. This time, it said something.. bone chilling to the core. Forgive me, please, it chokes me to even sit and write about these events.. my therapist tells me to you see.
It-it...said... in a quiet, demonic voice,
Almost as it had opened Pandora's box upon leaving, all the books began to fly around, smacking the walls with hellishly loud,
The whole house began to rumble, the power get flickering on and off... and finally, a lamp flew up and with the force of an Ox behind it, slammed into my head, knocking me out cold...
I awoke several days later, in the nearby hospital, I was greeted by the warm faces of doctors, relieved I was alive, and my parents faces, looking concerned. Apparently I had suffered extreme blunt trauma and a small piece of my skull have caved in somewhat. Ugh, the pain I felt in my head, I could barely see straight. After a complete silence for a few minutes my Father slowly spoke up,
My father and mother both turned to me, and almost in unison they began,
I received some sleep medicine to help me get back to resting, but, that wasn't going to help me oh no, not on that night...
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I slowly rose from the bed, ripping the IV tubes from my arms, blood splattered on the walls, I tore the door itself off the hinges, and jumped out the nearest window. I was four stories up... a hit the ground with near superhuman strength, tearing the ground up around me. Up after that point no saw what happened, nor can I remember. This, this gruesomeness, I can remember by heart. I remember fading back into consciousness right at the front door of my house, I knew it had full control over me, bit I found the will to fight back, trying to pull my blood soaked arms away from my own door knob.. with all my willpower, but it did nothing.
I remember it's voice in my head, speaking to me,
I remember entering my house, slowly, so as to not make any noise and alert my parents to my presence, or, ITS presence. I slowly watched myself hobble toward the kitchen, toward the knife rack, and I slowly reached and pulled out the steak knife.
Its voice slowly rang out in my head once more,
I blacked out for what seemed like an eternity, then, my conscience flicked back on, right in front of my parent's bedroom, I could hear them snoring peacefully... and with a whimsical flick my wrist, I blew the door clear off the hinges, with inhuman strength, as it blew through the wall on the other side of the room.
My Mom and Dad sprung up, very startled!
I felt myself begin to speak, but it wasn't me, it was IT.. it said something, to my parents, and I had enough will to begin weeping as it spoke.
I saw my Father jump for his pistol he kept under his pillow, and my mother grab her cross she wore when she slept, and begin to try and run. I flew off the ceiling with knife in hand, my Dad fired a few shots, and missed each one. Those marksmen lessons were actually a waste of money after all. With a flick of my arm, I slammed my Dad into a wall, and watched him suffer there, as if he had been put into some kind of torturous device. He screamed out in a twisted agony, that bloodcurdling scream, coming from my own father, it made me feel weak, empty.
Then as he began to fade, I found myself float up.. an—and, snap his own head off, then, I slowly began to giggle.. as I-- it tore down the stairs humming,
Then to my terror, I found myself meeting eye to eye with my own Mother, terrified in the corner, clutching on to the Bible for dear life, I looked at her coldly, mercilessly, then I noticed the phone on the ground next to her, the digits 911 had been dialed. I felt a sense of relief for a moment, as if she was going to make it. She looked absolutely horrified, her blood drenched daughter standing there, with a blood soaked knife, staring at her mercilessly, with hatred burning In my eyes.
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I leapt at her, slashing her rapidly, cutting her throat, slowly moving downward as she choked blood all over me, choking out half screams of agony, she met a similar fate as my father. Reaching inside her, I pulled on her rib cage with my bare hands, and I felt them CRACK one by one, slowly expanding, until her entire chest cavity exploded on me.
There she lay, dead, the last thing important to me. But, oh, it wasn't done. It slowly reached for the knife once more, and slowly began to decapitate my mother's head, like it was some kind of sick trophy from a murderous hunt. I blacked out till I stood there with a flashlight in my face, and a tall man screaming,
I felt free, it had left me, but, still, I had an uncontrollable urge to giggle, as I slowly planted my face to the ground, I began to laugh—Ahahahaha Hehahahahaha
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