Echoes in the NightEchoes in the Night4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Echoes in the Night
Black. That was all I could see. Darkness in all directions. Up, down; left, right. And it was cold. So bitterly cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering from not only the cold, but also in fear. Where am I? How did I get here? I couldn't remember a thing.
"H-Hello?" I called timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. I strained my ears to hear a sound, any sound, any signs of life.
But nothing. Just absolute silence.
The phrase "silent as the grave" entered my head, and I shivered again as chills went down my spine. I began to walk forward slowly, my steps echoing throughout this eerie place. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but it was better than just sitting doing nothing. I had to find some way out.
After walking for some time, the darkness began to recede a bit, from a pitch black to a charcoal gray. I could now see a little ways away, but not very far, as a fog had seemed to settle over the area. It felt as if I'd been walking for ages
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I lost track of time as I sat there, my head on my knees, crying until I could cry no more. I just couldn't believe that he was gone. His cries echoed in my mind as I recalled that rat dragging him away from me, time and time again. And it was my fault. I felt overwhelmed with guilt because I couldn't save him. Where was he now? Was he even alive? I knew I just had to find him somehow. But where would I even begin to look? All I could see was a gray fog stretching in all directions.
Despite all these doubts, I finally rose to my feet, filled with a fierce determination. I would search everywhere. I would walk until my feet were blistered and bleeding and I collapsed from exhaustion. And then I would crawl. But I would not rest until I had found him.
And so began my journey once again. As I moved forward, I would call his name out occasionally, straining my ears for a response. But all I could hear was my own echo thrown back at me.
Some time later-- minutes, hours, days