Living in the Past, Dreaming of the Future

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is somewhat of a copy of my story Life's Sorrow. The only differences are the improved plot and that it is written in the third person.

Submitted: October 28, 2014

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Max and Jake ran into the house, like two lions chasing down their prey, and sat down at the dinner table. As they were helping themselves to generous servings of casserole, Max asked “so when are we all going to Grandma’s?” The silence that followed his question made him feel very uncomfortable. His mom put down her fork and said “Honey, we all know what happened the last time you went to Grandma’s” Max’s cheeks flushed red as his mother recounted the tale. “We just can’t take you with us this time, and that is final” his mother said in a firm voice. Later that night Max was still fuming about what his Mother had said when Jake came upstairs. “Hey” he said, “You okay?” “Yah, Yah whatever” Max responded, “I don’t even care anymore”. “Good” said Jake “Soon everything will be back to normal”, and saying this he walked away. Max was confused as to what Jake had meant by “everything back to normal” but, as he got in bed, the thought slipped from his mind as he fell into a deep sleep. Max opened his eyes to find darkness, which was strange to him seeing as it should be morning. Max got out of bed to turn on his lights, and to his surprise, found the switches to be missing. As his eyes became adjusted to the darkness he saw that there was no door or windows in his room, just blank and solid walls. His room was also missing all of its normal furnishings, with only the bed in the middle of the room. Max slowly walked around the room looking for any hidden seal that could offer escape from the room that he was in. Finding no way out, Max sat down on the bed and closed his eyes, hoping that this was just some horrible dream from which he would awake from momentarily. Then suddenly, Max heard a dark and menacing voice coming from right behind him “I have been waiting for you Max” the voice said, uttering the name Max with much relish, “You have been gone for so long and I have missed you”. Max slowly turned around and saw a tall black clad figure standing over him. This man, if one could call it that, seemed almost regal with dark and piercing eyes that stared intensely at Max. “Who… who are you” asked Max in a weak and timid voice. “I am you Max, and you are me,” said the man, “Wha… what does even mean” responded Max. The man laughed in an almost sarcastic way and said, “Soon enough Max, soon enough you will understand” and saying that, the man disappeared. Max sat up sweating heavily, as he looked around he saw that his room was back to normal. He quickly got up and opened his curtains to a beautiful morning without a single cloud in the sky. “What in the world” Max mumbled to himself “Ha, must’ve been a dream” he said a little louder, almost as if to assure himself. He walked downstairs to find his Mother cooking bacon and Jake watching TV. “Where’ve you been” asked Jake “It’s already eleven”. “I don’t know” Max lied, “I must have been caught up in a really nice dream”. He didn’t know why, but he felt that it might be better to keep the nightmare to himself. “Pshh whatever Max, just go eat breakfast so we can go” said Jake. After breakfast Max and Jake went to the Park to play baseball with some of their friends. After that they biked home to eat a late dinner and, like clockwork, Max was getting into bed again. The full day that Max had had made him forget about the happenings the night before and he tumbled into a deep sleep. Max awoke in the same room as before and became extremely frightened. He kept mumbling to himself “It’s just a dream, It’s just a dream” as if it could help him in any way. Then, out of the shadows of the room, the man appeared. “Would you agree Max” he asked, “How ironic the death of a baby must be”. “WHAT” Max cried, appalled at the thought. “Well think about it Max, to know so little, to be so little yet, to lose so much” the man said in an amused voice “Quite funny if you ask me”. “What does that even mean” yelled Max, “Why are you telling me this”. “Well Max that is the question isn’t it” said the man “Why should any of this matter to you, unless you are the punch line of my little joke”. “How would that even work, I didn’t die as a baby or else I wouldn’t even be here” said Max. “Max, Max, Max” said the man “How little you know”. The man then told Max everything about his origins and many other things that Max had never known. “You see Max” said the man “Now you see why I have been waiting so long for you, it is time to come to your real home. Max let out a single scream before he was silenced but what did it matter either way, there was no one around to hear him. That morning Max did not wake up, Jake and his parents had known this day would come and had been prepared. The ceremony had been quick, with little relatives attending on such short notice. He was buried in the churchyard and as his family left, not a single person turned to look back.


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