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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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"After closing your eyes, what do you see? Blackness, darkness, nothing, or everything? Can you use your senses to see without looking? Do you dare open your eyes when you hear everything that cannot be seen? Everything that was invisible is now detectable. Fear takes a hold of you when the silence is disturbed by the unknown. Go ahead, open you eyes and try peering into the darkness to see the unknown, but your senses will overreact," a voice said. Hidden in the room, that had yielded to dark sins, were objects who held no meaning. I sat there, trying to decode them, but with every change of shadows they became something else. Jokingly, their shapes transformed with every flicker of movement and each one becoming more and more horrific as seconds passed. "Knowing to rely on your sense of feeling is a valuable thing to learn, especially when sight is your enemy.  Let it find your true foes," the voice said. My mind went into overdrive when I closed my eyes and began to focus on everything I oculd not see. Noise became divided into sections by importance to my task; background noise, frequencies, hushed whispers, rushed breathes, and frightened heartbears. Open spaces became filled with stimuli and a map of the room filled the blank canvas in my head. "Penelope, go and find your next victims. Question your senses and you will fail to complete this task," the voiced echoed in the vast, silent room. Ricocheting off of the walls were the sound of footsteps scurring from place to place like mice as I stood up and grabbed my dagger. Silence stood like a mad man waiting to burst before the first victim was found. Time froze for a brief, horrific second when the first scream let out and the sound of a body hitting the floor echoed thoughout the sinful room. Underneath  my feet was the spilt blood of an innocent man. Very much so, this was my task. Withing the hour, all six victims were found and killed like cows to slaughter. "Xavier will be pleased. You have completed thid trial skillfully and may now leave." Zero time has passed when the doors opened and I left the room, into the next with bloody footprints following me.


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