The F.e.a.r. Institute 1 The Beginning

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

Stories of a crazed institute, filled with demons, trolls, vampires, witches, clowns, psychos, ghosts, and a human or two.

Its raining. A white man in his thirties wearing a trenchcoat with short, messy, black hair, and some beard stubleis walking head down against the wind, alone down the sidewalk of a sleeping city. His Name is Abraham Knox. The rain is soaking through and his cheap suit is getting soaked, he didn't expect it to start raining on his way to his business proposal 2 hours ago, which didn't go too well once his potential investors heard his "ridiculous" and "preposterous" ideas. He arrives at his apartment just as a thunder cracks through the air and a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky. He fumbles for the right key and unlocks the door. He catches a shadow move out of the corner of his eye, as if it were waiting for him to open the door. As he makes his up the stairs he sees another shadow move right as he reaches the top. He pauses and looks around to see if there are any more shadows but all he sees is an empty, dim-lit hallway with a faded blue carpet covering squeaky floor boards.

On another night he would be motivated to feel uneased, but tonight all he can feel is discouraged. He walks from the stairs to his red door and unlocks it. As he opens up the door he smells cigar smoke. He doesn't smoke and no one in the building is the type that does. He steps back to see if its coming from the hallway. No, its certainly coming from his apartment. Now he is alert. He walks in as quietly as he can. Grabbing the umbrella propped up on the wall next the door he raises it up as if it were a bat. the lights are off but he's made his way around plenty of times in pitch black. Its raining heavy now, and the thunder isn't helping his nerves. He goes in every room and inspects every space thats big enough to hide in. It doesn't take long, he doesn't have much furniture and it's a relatively small apartment. He checks his bedroom last and finds no burglar or attacker. No windows are broken and all of his things are where he left them. Relieved, he throws his umbrella on his bed and takes his wet coat off. He throws his shoes in the corner and loosens his tie. He walks through the hallway turning the light on in his kitchen and fixes himself a drink, a strong one. He get a whiff of a cigar again. He turns to see the silhouette of a man sitting in his recliner. He jumps and drops his drink and flips the light on.

"Hello Mr. Knox" the man says.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?" Abraham says.

"My name is WilliamDeLee Vower" he replies with a grin.

"What do you want?"

"I admire your work and I'd like to discuss a business deal with you"

Taken aback, Abraham didn't know what was more out of the ordinary: Someone breaking into his home, or someone willing to take him seriously.

"Make a business deal? what are you talking about get the hell out!"

"Just give me 5 minutes. If you don't like what I have to say I'll be on my way and you'll never have to think of me again."

Abraham pauses for a moment and scratches his head

"5 minutes" Abraham says adamantly and disgruntled.

Abraham sits down on a couch across from where William is sitting. William is an older man in his 50s, about 5'8. He is wearing a beige suit,black tie and shiny black leather shoes. He is bald with a grey mustache and goatee.

"Mr. Knox I have studied your works on human emotional therapy. Particularly the section on fears. I believe you are correct in your findings and I'd like to fund your research, even give you a lab"

That was the last thing Abraham expected him to say. He's be trying for years to get someone to fund him. Just two hours ago he was ridiculed and told he was insane for thinking anyone would believe him. "uh um" "I also can hire a full team of staff to aid you" Abraham thought this was too good to be true.

"What's in this for you? "

"Well I've been around a long, and I haven't met a man with your brand of intelligence in quite some time. I like the questions you ask and I wish to be there when they are answered" he ashes his cigar in the trash can next to the chair and runs his hand over his bald head.

"um this is happening so fast. whats the catch?"

"oh, nothing important. Just your soul" William smiles andcloses his eyes, when he opens them theyare red.

---------------------------------End of part 1-----------------------------

Submitted: June 02, 2011

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first short story hope you like it!

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 7:20am



That's actually cool (: please keep writing!!

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 8:16am


sweet cheeks

uh! O.o that was good!! haha i love how you ended it! "just your soul" DUN DUN DUN!!! haha perfect! it was really great! short and yet just perfect! can't wait to read more! :P im off to read the next chappie!!!/ part! :P
~sweet cheeks xoxo

Fri, June 3rd, 2011 12:09am


=] thanks!

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 6:01pm



I'm reading this cause of the horror writers group by iwasneverthere..... it's really good! very well written- and mysterious. Loved the ending! when i get time ill read the sequels =)

Sun, October 23rd, 2011 9:58pm

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