Shadow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Moral of the story don't eat mushrooms tha random people on the streets give you.Also writen for a contest.

Submitted: January 29, 2016

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Common sense dictates one should never eat mushrooms, given to him by suspicious people. Well, most people won’t take such things, but me, no, I just had to take it. Now I’m in some strange sort of dreamlike world. Before eating it, I was near a city, now where it stood were ruins surrounded by some strange fence. The sky went from grey-ish to orange. The plants were now almost withered in appearance.

  • I just had to eat it. – I muttered under my nose. – Shit, what am I supposed to do now?
  •  Follow me, that’s what you should do.
  • ……… The fuck was that. – I franticly star looking around only to just barely see something with the corner of my eye. Where the hell is that voice coming from?
  • It’s no use…….. no person can see me…….or what I am.
  • And what the hell are you then?
  • …….  I will tell you. But it depends. Will you believe me, and do what I tell you.
  • You do realize in what sort of situation I am? Right?
  • Yes….. but I still need you to trust me…… trust me and I will explain everything.
  • Don’t have much of a choice do I. Fine. So tell me who and what are you?
  • …..I  have no…..name…….but you can call me…..Cari…….I am…….what your people call……a shadow person.
  • A shadow person?
  • We…..are beings always “living”….. just out of sight…….only appearing……at the corner of the eyes……of people.
  • I seee. Now explain why I’m here and how to get back home.
  • Before that…….you must do something…….take off your jacket….and put it on the ground.
  • Why?
  • We……need to go somewhere…..and I need you…..to still be alive……and I believe you intend to stay…..that way.
  • Why would I die if I step on the ground?
  • …..you would become…..like me…….a shadow person…..and we…..are no longer alive.

I take of my jacket and put it on the ground. Slowly I lower my left foot and step on it.Nothing happened. I stepped with my right foot and suddenly I lose my balance. The jacket had lifted off the ground. I was flying…..on a jacket. Still I couldn’t believe it, despite the scenery around me.

-Good…..now fly over…..the fence…..and head to the centre……of the ruins.

-How do I do that?

-Just….will it.

  As soon as I thought about it the jacket starts moving in the direction of the fence. Just as we flew above it I was hit with the cold. This unnatural cold felt really ominous and every fiber of my being told me to go the opposite direction. I should have listened. The cold wasn’t the only thing I noticed. There were strange dark figures hiding in the ruins. The closer we got to the centre the colder it got and the more shadowy figures I could see inside the ruins. Every one of them following us with their gazes. We reached it. It was a crater of sots. With a stone slab in the middle. As soon as I’m about to say something one of the creatures grabs me. It pulls me and I fall on the stone slab. Just as I fell on it, another one of those creatures showed up and grabbed my feet. I couldn’t move.

  • H-h-h-help! Cari do something! – I pleaded only to hear a faint laugh resembling two iron scraps grinding against each other.
  • Humans…..always so naïve…….you came here believing……you will find an exit……to your world……but you will wind only an exit…….to your humanity…..hahahaha…..foolishly believing……everything I said……stepping on the ground will kill you…….foolish……you could have just walked away and would have retuned already…….I just can’t stop laughing……now you will join these pathetic……creatures that hold you.

 I try to respond but my muscles tense up making moving impossible. I see shadowy fingers running across my wrists. Blood starts gushing out from where they went through. Pain like I have never felt before hits me in waves. I see how the flesh is coming off of my bones only to be replaced by shadow. My mind going blank, the last thing I am to hear is:

- I am Cari, the dark one, and from now on your flesh is mine. I shall live again.


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