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Date Added: February 16, 2005 08:02:22 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Darkness followed by panic he could feel himself falling into the darkness almost drowning within its grip, the black liquid filled his lungs as he sank into the oblivion of madness.

And then he woke up from his horrific dream of being wiped out of existence and he was in his home and in his bed, he got off his bed trying to simultaneously wake up and shake of the nightmare he had just had.

The bed was a small metal frame with a hard mattress the room was upstairs looking out towards a cliff and the farm that surrounded the house, the light in the room was low wattage and shadows bounced off the hard wooden floor. Now he was beginning to wake up something alarmed the man in ways too terrifying to convey outside of his own head. He didn’t know who he was, the man somehow knew this was his house and he also knew how to wash, ties his shoes, drive his car etc but he could not recall one single detail about who he was.

His mouth was dry and while fighting to keep calm the man went down the blue carpeted stairs, it seemed he had 3 bedrooms but the other doors upstairs were closed. Did he live alone? The man felt sure he did live alone but he didn’t know exactly more like he “felt it”

Down stairs the house was dark and quiet much like any person would find their house if they awoke early enough in the morning and no one else was in the house, he probably would not have been afraid of being alone if he could remember who he was. But he felt uneasy like he had never lived alone before and though he thought he could remember the house layout, he was more unsure than he was sure of it.

The fridge had beers in it which would probably be a normal thing for a man to keep in his fridge; however it was when he replaced the carton of milk he had just taken a mouthful of milk from, that a new unease hit him. There were things like Strawberries and Cream in the fridge and drinks more commonly associated with ladies, the man could not pin down why this triggered the feeling in him but it did.

Suddenly a strong unknown urge gripped him; this force was so strong that it almost felt like he was being pushed towards one of the upstairs bedrooms. And then he found that despite the thought of being pushed he was actually walking up there by his own free will and yet in some way it wasn’t.

The door approached and the man felt like a teenager from a horror movie creeping up on a monster, slowly whilst beating down the fear pounding in his heart he opened the door and in the room to his horror he found…

Author's Notes:

As you can probably tell this story right now is rather vague, that's because I wanted to give everyone out there a chance to write a new chapter for this. I would like to see what we can all create instead of just my vision, However if no one else decides they would like to write a chapter I will try to create a story.

PM me chapters if you would like to add to it, first come first chapter.


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