Tainted Souls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

I was upset and I decided to take out my anger and fear and stress and spill it all over my computer.

WHY CAN'T I SEEM TO GET ANYTHING RIGHT?! EVERYTHING I TRY TO DO JUST SHOVES ME DOWN, DEEPER INTO THE BLACK CONSUMING ABYSS OF CONFUSION, WRAPPING THEIR LONG,SLINKY ARMS AROUND ME. PULLING ME IN DEEPER. I TRY TO STRUGGLE FREE, BUT CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE MY MOVES STRONG ENOUGH. I SCREAM TO THE DARKNESS "I GOTTA LET GO... I NEED TO GET OUT, LET ME FREE... I-I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE" I DON'T KNOW WHAT I EXPECTED IN RETURN.

THE ARMS LET ME GO AS I FELL INTO A BLACK ROOM. I HIT THE FLOOR HARD, FLAT ON MY FRONT. I LET OUT A LOUD COUGH AND SCOOTED UP TO A SITTING POSITION. THE FLOOR DISSOLVED FROM UNDER ME, AND I WAS LEFT FLOATING IN A DARK ROOM, WITH A DARK PURPLE MIST SURROUNDING. THE LIGHTING WAS VERY DIM AND PURPLE TINTED. I HEAR THE WHISPERS GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER. THEY FEEL SO CLOSE, THEIR BREATH TOUCHES MY NECK AS THEY WHISPER "END IT NOW. YOUR PAIN WILL BE FREED" I SCREAM LOUDLY, CRYING OUT WISHING TO FIND AWAY TO FREEDOM. I HOLD MY HANDS TIGHTLY TO MY CHEST AND SCREAM "NONO NO!!! LET ME FREE!!!"

I HAVE MY CLOTHES ON, BUT I FEEL COMPLETELY EXPOSED. I FEEL LIKE EVEN THOUGH NO ONE IS THERE, EVERYONE CAN SEE ME. EVERYONE IS STARING AT ME, LAUGHING AT ME AND MOCKING MY LIMP FIGURE. I TRY RUNNING, BUT I STAY IN PLACE AND CAN'T MOVE AN INCH FURTHER FROM IT. I TURNED AROUND AND AS SOON AS I DID A MOUTH OPENED UP FROM THE AIR BEHIND ME AND SWALLOWED ME WHOLE, SENDING ME INTO A WHOLE NOTHER REALM OF DARKNESS, SHADOWS AND MOCKERY. I SCREAMED LOUDLY ON MY WAY DOWN. AS SOON AS I HIT THE FLOOR,


I jolted up in my bed screaming, " LET ME GO!!! I CAN'T BE HERE!!!!". I panted hard, looking around my dark bedroom, the light from the bathroom pouring softly into my room from my doorway through the sheet, which used to be a door. I looked at my arm, where I had gotten scratched in my dream, and nothing was there. I curled up in my bed, sitting up and cried. 'Why do I have to be cursed withsuch terrifying night mares.?' I asked myself.


Submitted: October 26, 2012

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angel plant

Wow I love this. So interesting. Keep it up. Well written good details and interesting story.

Fri, October 26th, 2012 3:30pm

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Oh my gosh, thank you!! I'm feeling so happy right now, my first comment.
You can bet that I'll write more!!
Thank you for the words of encouragement!!

Fri, October 26th, 2012 10:50am

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