Riku Tensei
03-04-2010, 04:09 PM
So, I recently began writing a horror story and decided to make it an RP. I also decided I'd begin posting the chapters of the story on here as I complete them.
Chapter 1:
The sound of metal scraping echoed loud through the air. The sound was loud, loud enough to wake Aaron from his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly; his vision blurred as it usually is when a person first wakes up. Blinking a few times, the shapes of his bedroom slowly clear up. It was still dark outside, no moonlight coming in the windows. Odd, as he could have recalled a full moon when he first laid down to sleep.
He pulled off his blanket and sat up, stretching slightly. The scraping sound came again, echoing outside his bedroom door. His heart stopped as his eyes darted to the door. A series of metal chains weaved every which way over his door, blocking his exit. He turned and put his feet on the floor and immediately stepped in a puddle of something wet. Lifting up his foot to examine, a red substance dripped off his foot. At this moment, he became rather aware that this wasn’t his room. Well, it was, but it was different. The walls were a dark grey color, stained with blood. The windows were barred and the sky was darker than usual. The closet door was crooked on its hinges and the lamp on his night stand was knocked over. He reached over to the wall where his light switch was and flipped it up. The light on the ceiling suddenly exploded, sending a small shower of glass onto his bed.
The scraping sound came once again, this time directly from behind his door. He moved to the door slowly and reluctantly. A metal blade slammed through the door, causing Aaron to fall to the side and hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. As he opened his eyes again, he noticed his room was back to normal. The walls were their usual light blue color, the door with no chains over it. He stood up, rubbing his temples. It must have been a dream. He must have had a horrible nightmare and sleep walked over to his door, falling to the ground before waking up. Odd coincidence that it was in the exact spot he was standing at in his nightmare though. He noticed his house was freezing. He strode over to the closet, grabbing out a grey hooded sweatshirt and throwing it on, not bothering to zip it up. His head pounded suddenly. Aspirin was in the cabinet over the bathroom sink. Taking two pills, he walked down the stairs to his kitchen. The linoleum was cold on his feet, so he slipped on a pair of slippers he kept next to the door.
It was still dark outside. The clock on the microwave read 5:23. Great, his one day off and his internal clock decided he still had to wake up at 5:30 anyways. He turned on the coffee maker and sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples again to dull the pain until the aspirin kicked in. That dream was so odd, so vivid. Never once in his life had he experienced such a realistic dream. He yawned loudly and decided the coffee could wait. The stairs creaked under his feet. After all, the house was old. He closed his bedroom door , deciding he would attempt to force himself to sleep longer. He kicked off his slippers and sat down on his bed. Swinging his leg onto the bed, he felt a sharp tearing pain. He quickly jumped off and flipped up the light switch. No light turned on. Odd. He reached for the lamp at the side of his bed and turned that on instead. The faint shimmer of light reflecting off of broken glass sparkled on his bed. His head raised to the ceiling as he noticed the light bulb was missing. His heart stopped again. Hadn’t that happened in the dream? Maybe, the dream really happened.
No, it was a silly thought. Aaron shook his head. There was a reasonable explanation. His ex-wife was a psychiatrist. She had told him previously about this patient who would wake up, but not fully wake up. He would walk around and see everything and even be able to interact with people, but he would still be in the dream world, hallucinating and seeing things that weren’t really there. Or maybe he was just hallucinating period. Or maybe he ate some bad pizza last night. He went to the hall closet and pulled out a bulb and the pan that went with a broom. He cleared the bed of the broken glass and replaced the light bulb, flipping the light switch on and off a few times to make sure it was in working order. His heart still thudded loudly in his chest. He breathed deeply to calm himself down, telling himself in his head that there was a logical explanation for everything as he laid in his bed and drifted back off to sleep.
Chapter 1:
The sound of metal scraping echoed loud through the air. The sound was loud, loud enough to wake Aaron from his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly; his vision blurred as it usually is when a person first wakes up. Blinking a few times, the shapes of his bedroom slowly clear up. It was still dark outside, no moonlight coming in the windows. Odd, as he could have recalled a full moon when he first laid down to sleep.
He pulled off his blanket and sat up, stretching slightly. The scraping sound came again, echoing outside his bedroom door. His heart stopped as his eyes darted to the door. A series of metal chains weaved every which way over his door, blocking his exit. He turned and put his feet on the floor and immediately stepped in a puddle of something wet. Lifting up his foot to examine, a red substance dripped off his foot. At this moment, he became rather aware that this wasn’t his room. Well, it was, but it was different. The walls were a dark grey color, stained with blood. The windows were barred and the sky was darker than usual. The closet door was crooked on its hinges and the lamp on his night stand was knocked over. He reached over to the wall where his light switch was and flipped it up. The light on the ceiling suddenly exploded, sending a small shower of glass onto his bed.
The scraping sound came once again, this time directly from behind his door. He moved to the door slowly and reluctantly. A metal blade slammed through the door, causing Aaron to fall to the side and hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. As he opened his eyes again, he noticed his room was back to normal. The walls were their usual light blue color, the door with no chains over it. He stood up, rubbing his temples. It must have been a dream. He must have had a horrible nightmare and sleep walked over to his door, falling to the ground before waking up. Odd coincidence that it was in the exact spot he was standing at in his nightmare though. He noticed his house was freezing. He strode over to the closet, grabbing out a grey hooded sweatshirt and throwing it on, not bothering to zip it up. His head pounded suddenly. Aspirin was in the cabinet over the bathroom sink. Taking two pills, he walked down the stairs to his kitchen. The linoleum was cold on his feet, so he slipped on a pair of slippers he kept next to the door.
It was still dark outside. The clock on the microwave read 5:23. Great, his one day off and his internal clock decided he still had to wake up at 5:30 anyways. He turned on the coffee maker and sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples again to dull the pain until the aspirin kicked in. That dream was so odd, so vivid. Never once in his life had he experienced such a realistic dream. He yawned loudly and decided the coffee could wait. The stairs creaked under his feet. After all, the house was old. He closed his bedroom door , deciding he would attempt to force himself to sleep longer. He kicked off his slippers and sat down on his bed. Swinging his leg onto the bed, he felt a sharp tearing pain. He quickly jumped off and flipped up the light switch. No light turned on. Odd. He reached for the lamp at the side of his bed and turned that on instead. The faint shimmer of light reflecting off of broken glass sparkled on his bed. His head raised to the ceiling as he noticed the light bulb was missing. His heart stopped again. Hadn’t that happened in the dream? Maybe, the dream really happened.
No, it was a silly thought. Aaron shook his head. There was a reasonable explanation. His ex-wife was a psychiatrist. She had told him previously about this patient who would wake up, but not fully wake up. He would walk around and see everything and even be able to interact with people, but he would still be in the dream world, hallucinating and seeing things that weren’t really there. Or maybe he was just hallucinating period. Or maybe he ate some bad pizza last night. He went to the hall closet and pulled out a bulb and the pan that went with a broom. He cleared the bed of the broken glass and replaced the light bulb, flipping the light switch on and off a few times to make sure it was in working order. His heart still thudded loudly in his chest. He breathed deeply to calm himself down, telling himself in his head that there was a logical explanation for everything as he laid in his bed and drifted back off to sleep.