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The first thing I should let you know before you read this is that
It began last Monday.
It was in that twilight that I noticed the sound of a person walking not far behind me. I
There was nobody there.
Then, in that instant I suddenly had a strange feeling. I think most would call it vertigo. The entire street seemed to buckle and stretch in front of me and I went off balance, tumbling down from my crouch and had to roll over to see the street again. Although what I saw, I wish I
I slowly got to my feet and hurried to my house, terrified and unsure what I had just witnessed. My parents were mad that I had been out so late. I murmured something about practice going longer than usual and headed to my room. I did not want to worry them. I did not go downstairs for dinner and told my mom I had a headache. Instead I went straight to bed, and had nightmares about that river of blood all night long.
The next day, Tuesday, things got progressively worse. At first with the morning light and the daily routine I was used to, things were looking brighter. I had chalked up
My first class, English, passed as usual and I headed to my second, biology.
My partner and I received our pig fetus, an ugly little thing, the smallest in the class, and then my partner left me to visit the washroom. She told me to get started without her, which I think was code for saying she was too nauseated to actually help with the dissection. I shrugged it off though, since it only meant that she would get a lower grade on the final test. I slowly picked up the scalpel and began to make the first incision as my teacher had told us. As I dug into the flesh however, I froze. I
Finally, the demon said that the beast was rising, that it was coming for me, and that soon I would be forced to succumb to its imponderable power.
Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder and the screaming and voice shut off like a water tap. I gasped and looked up. My science teacher was staring me and asked if I was okay. I shuddered and asked why it would be coming for me. The teacher looked at me in confusion. What I learned was that, apart from me, no one in the class had heard the
After the class was over I decided that things had gone too far for me to be able to concentrate on my schoolwork and so I took the rest of the day off. Both my parents work during the day so I could just go home at any time and erase any messages sent by the school about my absences. Once again, nothing strange happened on the way home, though I still
When I reached the sanctuary that was my home, I decided that I would watch one of my old Disney movies to calm myself down. I picked the Lion King, because it was always a favorite of mine. I swear I could recite every line of dialogue and I loved singing along with the songs. When I was a child, though, the scene where Mufasa died always brought me to tears and I usually fast forwarded until the scene was over. Now, of course, the scene
The movie played as usual. I smiled and sang along with the Circle of Life (the English words, obviously) and I Just
Then came the Stampede scene, and everything changed.
It started normally enough; with Simba practicing his roar, and then the wildebeest began storming down the cliff into the gorge. I glared at Scar as he told Mufasa to go running to Simba, and his death. However, when it came time for Scar to send Mufasa over the cliff to his doom, the claws sank into the great
Finally, as Simba seemed to breathe his last and
I was still sitting there, clutching a pillow, when my dad got home. He was surprised to see me. This time I ate dinner, just so I
Then it was Wednesday. I
In swimming practice, I greeted my teammates and was quick to enter the water after stretches. The cool refreshment of the water soothed my skin and I felt better than I had since these events began. I floated on my back as we waited for instruction to begin. Once it did, and I was front crawling my way across the pool I noticed a fainted sucking sound whenever my head was underwater. I wrote it off at the time and continued my swimming but on the third lap, I also noticed that the water was becoming difficult to move through. Soon it was like swimming through syrup, as if something was holding me back. At first I only tried to fight it and swim faster, but the harder I struggled the slower I got. I
At my feet were two beings, each holding one foot. On my right, was a child, a girl about eight years old. Her face and hands were bloated and seemed to be rotting away, some bone visible in places. Around her swam a white dress, billowing out in the waves. Her eyes were horrid. They were not empty sockets, as one might expect, but were just as terrible. They were dead, yellowed, and oozing a yellow pus that although underwater still ran down the
On my left, was a monster. I cannot describe it properly but it had scales, and fangs, and eyes such a deep red that I swore I was looking into the pits of Hell. I cannot bear to think of any more than that. I tried to scream but of course, that only made water rush into my lungs and consciousness slipped from me. But that was not the end.
I awoke in a hospital bed on Thursday. My parents were standing over me, looking relieved that I had woken at all. My mom had tears in her eyes, and explained that I had had some sort of fit and had nearly drowned. I
A hospital is usually creepy at the best of times, but even worse at night. I
I turned back to room, and gasped. It was no longer empty. Standing around the operating table were three doctors wearing operating masks and aprons and talking to each other in a language I
I opened my eyes to find myself back in my hospital room, on Friday. Apparently I had been found in a supply closet three floors above me, screaming while clutching a broom and had to be tranquilized and brought back to the ward. My parents had been called, but by now I knew I could not see them. If I did, I would only worry them too much, and may even put them in danger. And so as soon as I was left alone I got out of bed and headed into the hall, dodging people I came across until I saw the front door. I tried to leave, but suddenly I heard a familiar language, the one I heard last night. I turned and saw the doctors from before heading my way, scalpels raised and long white coats billowing. I screamed and ran out the door into the parking lot. I saw my parents, apparently coming to visit me. But I ran past them, stopping only to grab the keys from my
Finally I reached a small village. There were only a few houses together, a church, and a general store. I pulled over, and breathed hard. I got out of the car, intending to ask for directions. However, I quickly realized that I saw no people around the village and everything was eerily quiet. Except when suddenly I heard the church bell begin to chime. I shivered, then quickly got back my car, only now it
I woke up in the hospital again, but no one was around. I tried to move, but realized that my limbs were strapped down. I whimpered into the dark. I looked at the clock beside me. It was digital and displayed the weekday as well as the time. It was Saturday. I waited about two hours before I heard a skittering sound under the bed. I dared to glance at the floor and noticed it was covered by a sea of cockroaches, all brown and disgusting. Then I saw them climb the sheets of my bed. I tried to scream, but no sound came out as they swarmed over my skin. I could only shut my eyes and mouth, but still felt their antennae probe my ears and nostrils. Though suddenly, I realized, I could move! I looked down as the cockroaches skittered back. The restraints had been broken. The cockroaches had gnawed through them through they seemed to have missed occasionally as my wrists bled as well. It
I ran until daybreak. At this point, it was likely Sunday. As the sun began to rise into that twilight before the dawn, I reached the sidewalk that went to my house. Then I made a gruesome mistake and looked at the street.
The river of blood was back, running down even faster than it had before. Limbs continued to pass but this time severed heads were among them. I saw the faces of my classmates and the doctors, and the members of my swim team, all in expressions of twisted agony. Then another head came, this one I did not recognize but it was enormous, as large as a person in its own right, with empty eye sockets and a tongue lying dead and decaying from its open mouth. Lying on the tongue were my parents. Both were horribly mangled with their eyes gouged, their tongues and flesh swollen, and their arms had not only been severed but sewn on again backwards on each
I blinked. Everything vanished. I
The creature I saw was shriveled and dead, I knew that much. On closer inspection, realized just what it was.
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