The Puppeteer

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


Recently graduating high school, Aaron finds a mysterious boy as his roommate and encounters a man called The Puppeteer.


The Puppeteer

After high school, all there was too it was get up, move, and sit down, over and over again until it's time to go home, like and endless loop… just never ending and always there. When i started college i moved into my dorm to find a kind of skinny kid sitting there on his bed and when i walked in the room he looked at me and just gave the weirdest, almost ominous smile i've ever seen. There was just something weird about him, like how whenever something bad happened he’d just disappear like he was never there… and every time i’d look at him i’d lose focus… like something was pulling me away, tearing my mind away from reality it was unbearable but when it happened i’d ask someone and they’d say it never happens as if it was just a figure of my imagination. When i walked down the hall others would look at me and tap on the shoulder of the closest person to them and just talk about me as if i was an alien… as if something was wrong. The more I  begin to talk to my roommate during walking down the halls the more everybody around me begin conspire about me, it was unbearable.

Before I knew it, semester 2 had just started and the feeling of looking at my roommate had gotten worse much, much worse… when i would to look at him i would break out into a complete agony attack, just the most unbearable feeling ever like something was clawing at my mind digging it's fingernails into my brain, no… my very being it was pulling me away from reality. But i still couldn’t get over when it happened… nobody seemed to remember even when i touched them and they asked what was going on and I couldn’t even speak they didn’t even remember that. As it began to happen to me more often i almost got the point where i could talk but then something happened it was about 3rd term… I was preparing to walk into my dorm… preparing to go through the agony again. I thought i could bear it enough to talk today. I mustered up the strength to walk in and there he was… just sitting on his bed with this weird almost ominous smile… and within about 1 second i felt a pain from the back of my neck and it ran all the way though my body…. And it begun. My mind felt like it was getting stabbed by a thousand needles over and over again. I had felt it so many times i looked up at him holding my head with this unbearable pain, i could do it, i could do it i thought. I could talk i opened my mouth and… at the same time, almost a mirror of me, as he began to talk i felt the needles get bigger the pain increased unendingly. “Your a tough one” he said, I felt a sharp extreme pain run down my spine almost as if it snapped in half…. And then it all went black.

After that day i would just randomly lose control of my body… just do random actions that i had no control of… and it wasn’t like my hand slipped.. I felt something… a force take over my body. As if something was forcefully trying to take over my body. Each time it happened it would be for longer and longer it started at 1 second and turned to 5 then 10 and on and on. The feeling of getting taken over… it feels similar to a sharp pain and then nothing… not even feeling numb. When i were to regain control i felt dizzy as if my strenght had just been taken away from me… ripped out of my body, forcefully.  At that point, even though i didn't notice it, i hadn't seen my roommate for months, at the time i hadn’t thought anything of it but i quickly realized that something was wrong… each and every time went into my room he had just been sitting there smiling at me, but these times he wasn’t he hadn't been there. Even if i asked the school where he was they would just tell me to go back to my dorm.

His disappearance was weird and scary, because ever since the second of every day i get the weirdest feeling,,, as if i’m getting watched. It had been months and i got too go home for the summer. On my way home i still felt the feeling of being watched and when i got home that night i had locked every possible entrance to my room. I was laying in my bed, trying to go to bed and after a while i was passed out. -begins dreaming-  Everything was black.. And  i heard a voice… a very familiar voice, the one who gave me so much pain,  It was my roommate. I heard his voice but there was no pain, no suffering, no agony. He said “You can close your window… lock your door… hide in the deepest darkest corner of your room, but you can't escape my strings. You may want to know my name… I’m called by many names… the most common is also the most infamous.. My name is… The puppeteer.” At that moment i woke up…. It was a dream. At least i thought, all of me wanted to believe it was a dream… but some part of me knew it was real that someone had entered my dreams to give me that message.

2 and a half months of summer had passed by, but not fast, it had been slow… very slow because i didn't know what he was gonna do next. I was sitting in my room with the lights off and i heard a knock… i sprung out of my bed in the opposite direction of the door, when i went too look who it is, i found it was my mother and a sigh of relief had come over me. She asked me to go get some groceries, and even though i knew the risk i decided to do it anyways… we always lived about 1 mile away so i was gonna ride my bike. After about 10 minutes i got to the store… got off my bike… tied it to the bike rack and again i got the feeling as if i was being watched…. But this was worse, not just being watched it felt like someone was right next to me, the feeling you get when someone is behind you. Wearily, i walked into the store to find a very  empty store… something was wrong. This was the store that was always busy… i lived here for all my life and not once had it been empty. There was no one at the register… so i looked around. Aisle by aisle, looking though everyone of the,  trying to find at least one person… after about 1 minute of searching, i was nearing giving up but as i was sprinting along the aisle, i saw a black figure with yellow eyes, i stopped, after sliding i went back to the aisle and it was a man standing in the aisle. He was turned around so i couldn’t see his face but he started to speak, it was a deep voice of a maybe 25 or 30 year old man… he said “ People know me by many names… some call me a control freak… others call me evil… but the one used most… is The Puppeteer.” he turned around and a saw a black figure with glowing yellow eyes.

I tried to run or do something… turn around even but i couldn't. I was frozen in place like something was holding me in place as if i was a doll of some sort… he begin to walk closer and closer until a strange feeling returned to me…. The feeling of someone standing behind me. I couldn’t see him, but i saw the yellow glow of his eyes, they rained down like lights from heaven or fire’s from hell.... Not being able to move all i could do was sit there as he watched me. For what felt like hours he stood there and nothing happened. He begin to speak…”You will serve me well... “.  I hadn't known what that means but i felt him walk around me…. He was standing in front of me after about 1 second… his black color brightened by his yellow eyes… he raised his hand and begin to speak…” I am the Puppeteer, These are my strings, and you…. You are my puppet.” Within the blink of an eye yellow lines flew out of his hand entered my skin and begin digging… it was the most excruciating pain i've ever felt…. After about 10 second of absolute hell, he had stopped digging and one more string had come out of his hand… the string was different then the others… it raised slowly… to my head...as i begin trying to yell, the string plunged into my skull and everything went red. When I woke up, I was barely able to squint my eyes… after about 5 seconds i had adjusted to the new light… i was in my bed. Something was wrong, I could feel it. Knowing my place i tried not to yell but i did need to inspect. I got up, walked over to my bedroom door… i felt a shiver run down my spine… but not by fear… by… someone else…I froze and slowly looked behind me… my blood ran cold. There standing about 5 feet away from me was a tall figure… with pitch black skin…. And glowing eyes. I started to scream… but something was holding me back… as if it was not my choice to make that decision to scream… frozen in place, i looked at him… his intimidating eyes… he begin to speak…”Who said you could get up”... almost flying something pulled me to my bed… it flung me and as i hit the wall… i felt no pain... as if didn’t the luxuries of feeling pain. “You are my puppet and you will follow my orders…” something about that sentence freaked me out… but before i had time to react something told my brain to sleep… and before i passed out… i saw something i wish i could have forgot… there was yellow… strings attached to my body.

When I woke up again… i couldn’t move… but suddenly i sprang out of bed… my eyes focused at the callender. I wondered how long i had been asleep… the summer was over… School was about to start… i couldn’t go, not with these things controlling my actions… but that was just it… it, or he controlled my actions… i had no choice… but why would he bring me back to school… and sudden and abruptly everything had stopped and turned to black… all i remember was hearing voices… “...Due to your roommates recent absences you have a new roommate…” everything came back and i was sitting on my bed… in school… and the door opened… and walked in a new person… he looked at me… and my lips moved on their own… to a sort of ominous smile.


Submitted: March 04, 2018

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