Life's Illusion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
...dunno...I forgot.

Submitted: January 06, 2019

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Submitted: January 06, 2019

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It’s fun living in a world of imagination. There’s endless possibilities. Sometimes, I fly. Others, I prefer to time travel. You see, in the world I reside, I have everything you could imagine and more. For I live in the world of wonders. To survive, you must dream. Those that do not dream are exiled from this forbidden place. Not all believe it exists because of their lack of creativity. If only I could share this place with you, maybe then you’d learn how beautiful the world really is.

I don’t ask for much. I’m quite satisfied with all of the things I’m given. I don’t understand many people, or I just refuse to. If being psychic was a good thing, maybe then I’d believe I was blessed. Well you see, it all started when I was around the age of seven. Each morning at around 3a.m., I saw these weird shadow figures. At first, I was afraid, but as years went by, I began seeing them as normal. It’s like seeing trees. You know it’s there, but you choose not to pay it no mind. And that’s what I did until this one time when one actually spoke to me.

I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing. As a kid, it was normal for you to think you saw ghosts and what-not, but was it really ok to be hearing things as well? I thought not. I was only ten twelve now and began thinking I had gone insane. It got so bad where I began thinking they were out to get me. Who? That’s obvious. It was the shadow people. They were obviously from another world and trying to kidnap me. Or maybe I was just imagining this. I tried talking to a therapist.

My parents found out and decided to put me on meds. I don’t think they helped because the more I took my medicines, the worse I became. Maybe those drugs were created to keep me insane. I’m sure the doctors just wanted to keep receiving checks from my family. We were pretty wealthy. Dad was a famous baseball player and mom, well she had her ways of making money. Whenever I asked, Dad just threw a cold shoulder and told me to wait until I was older. I stopped caring about it.

Nights continued where I was seeing and hearing these ghostly figures. Maybe I was psychic. Yeah, that’s it. It would be normal it I thought that way. Seeing these figures as ghosts calmed me down for a while. I began thinking I was special. Then the more I thought about it, I began thinking of the scary ghost stories I was told. Maybe these things were going to cause me harm. By the age thirteen, I was terrified for my life. I was always paranoid whenever 3am passed by. Because of this, I always tried sleeping early. Sadly, I always awakened at exactly that time. My fate was unavoidable.

On my sixteenth birthday at 3am, I heard a little girl in my closet. I was half-sleep and didn’t think about the shadow figures and just checked to find nothing. Then I became startled and turned to see a glowing white figure. I blinked and it was gone. Maybe I was imagining things. By this time, I had long stopped caring about whether I was seeing ghosts. I just thought it was a phobia I had in the past. I believed I was just afraid of the dark and decided to just turn on the television for light. That always helped me sleep peacefully.

But the power went out three minutes after I cut the television on. I decided that since I was sixteen now, I should learn to face my fears. I mean, in a couple more years, I’ll have moved out. I need to prepare to live on my own. I jumped in bed, threw the blanket over me, and shut my eyes tight. I kept rolling over, trying to find my place of comfort. Then the room got extremely cold for some odd reason. I didn’t hear the a/c and I was pretty sure it was in the middle of June. It was no way my room would feel like Antarctica around this time. I looked out the window and saw no rain or snow, just streetlights and dry ground. I turned away to see the glowing white figure again.

Believing this was a dream, I decided to speak out at it. Weird, my voice wouldn’t make a sound. I kept struggling to speak, but no sound would leave my body. Then I grew tired and fainted onto the floor. When I awakened, I was lying in front of a man that wore a black tuxedo and carried a suitcase. He approached me and smiled. I looked around and saw a judge in front staring back at me. There was nobody else around, just pitch-black darkness. The judge asked, “Do you know what is about to happen?” I looked at him with a blank stare. I was clueless. The man in the tuxedo responded, “Dear judge, my client has done nothing wrong.” He passed him documents that seemed to hold information about myself. The judge smiled back at me and pointed to a gate. The man in the tuxedo escorted me to it and as it opened, a bright light beamed in my face.

I was asked by the man in the tuxedo, “Do you have any reason why you would want to continue living?”


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