The Worst Part Of Waking Up
You wake up in a field, the wind blowing the tall, sepiatone grass about your face. You sit up and scratch the back of your head. Funny, it's silent. You'd think that the wind would be whistling in your ear, but no. Just deafening silence. You pull yourself to your feet and check your pockets. Nothing. No cell phone, no iPod, nothing.
Is the sun setting or rising? You can't tell, all you can say is that it's causing a dim, eerie lighting. But, what's this? There's no shadows. No highlights. Solely midtones color the landscape. A farm stands in the distance. You decide to walk there and see if anyone's home. See if there's anything to drink or eat. The grass crunches silently beneath your trashy sneakers as you take your first steps. The smell of winter fills your nose. That dry, cold, crisp air.
You arrive at the house. The front door is ajar. You step one foot in, inching the door open. "Hello? Is anyone home?" Nothing. You look around for a clock. None. A structure outside the window catches your eye. A large, brown barn. It's missing a couple boards, but it's still standing. The back door is cracked, so you push it open and walk towards the barn.
The wind has picked up now, still silent, but now it tugs at your clothes, as if it wants you to stay away from the barn. You push forward, and the closer you get, the harder the wind blows, pulling your hair and whipping your baggy shirt about. You cover your eyes with your forearm, not wanting any dirt to blow up into them.
The barn is before you now, blocking the wind. Heavy uneasiness falls upon you, making your feet seem to weigh a thousand pounds each. You take a step closer, trying to peer in through the cracks in the boards. It's too dark to see from the outside, so you decide to take a look from the inside.
You push on the door and, with a little struggle, you manage to shove the door open enough to squeeze in. What you see inside paralyzes you with fear. You look up and quickly look away from the corpses hanging from the rafters. The breeze made them sway lightly and circulated the stench of death through the air. There were three of them: An old man and woman and a young girl who appeared to be your age. She would've been beautiful alive. Fair skin. Wavy blond hair. She was rather petite. And her eyes. Her eyes were wide open, even in death, exposing her beautifully terrifying eyes. One eye was bright blue. The brightest blue you've ever seen. And the other eye was a deep, vibrant green.
You double over and vomit on the ground. The sound you made as you expelled the fluids was loud and gut wrenching. The volume seemed to be amplified, but, when the vomit hit the ground, there was no sound. Not a peep.
And that's when you notice the animals. They were so still, so silent, that you couldn't see them in the dark corners of the barn. You strain your eyes to see them, and immediately, you feel the urge to vomit again. You let the urge take over.
The animals were in no way, shape, or form normal. They had distorted limbs and they looked like they had never eaten in their lives. And their faces. Oh, God, their faces. It looked like someone had erased the animal features from their faces with photoshop and pasted on a hyper-realistic human face in it's place. And they didn't move a millimeter, almost like they didn't have the ability to move. Then, one of the pigs took a step out of the darkness, letting it's features show in the dim light coming through. Oh, God, it's even worse in the light.
Credited to ForgottenxDreams
Originally uploaded on October 31, 2011
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