My Foolish Nightmare (CH2)My FⓍⓍlish Nightmare
So maybe I was wrong; there had been white rooms in this place. Surrounded by the looming walls and caressed by the ginger touch of the leather chair, I soon found myself caught between the lack of knowledge and the burrowing paranoia that edged its way into my skull. Nicholas mentioned something of a test- but a test for what? I knew the orphanage was trying to get rid of me, but just where in the hell did they take me, a loony-bin?
"How about we start with the basics?"
Sitting across from me with her elbows propped onto the marble table, was Ms. Bell. A slim lady in her mid twenties it looked like, her youth still carrying strong as her pale finger tips rummaged with a clipboard in hand. A check list?
"What is your name?"
"Well, it is very nice to meet you Jade, surely I've already been introduced by Mr. Steve, but it's rather rude of me to go without introducing myself personally- I'm Ms
SlenderThis work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/.Slender1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you understand me, Thomas?" William asked, fumbling with the matchbox. "It's a big house... an old house. A lot of wide spaces for imaginations to run wild," He huffed, and finally the match between his calloused fingers hissed alight. "An unhinged imagination can be a dangerous thing," He lit the lamp and replaced the glass with shaking hands.
"But mummy always said..."
William spun around and innocent little Thomas froze; silent.
Thomas was especially little, even for his age. At seven years old, he looked closer to five; a frail little structure with pale skin and wispy blonde hair. He sat atop his bed, his feet dangling over the edge as his big blue eyes- the only thing big about Thomas- stared up at William as he approached. There were still tear tracks on little Thomas' flushe
Slender man is coming.... [poem]Hunger, always hunger,Slender man is coming.... [poem]1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no matter how much i feast.
You will be my next victim,
your life will be ceased
Little children, girls and boys.
i play with them,
they are my little toys
I'm stalking you,
in the darkness of the night.
Following you until you give up,
paralyzed with fright.
I'm always there,
even though not seen.
Nobody will hear you scream.
You think you can hide?
You think you can run?
it was already over before it begun.
Doomed you are,
i have already won.
I see the fear in your eyes,
as your final hope dies,
and i claim my prize..
This is a warning to all.
no matter how small,
or fully grown,
if you wander alone..
You better pray
beg it will be over soon,
for you will be my prey..
Suit of ShadowsMany names, many handsSuit of Shadows1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Run, run - as fast as you can!
The mind is a curious thing
don't pick up the phone when it rings
Whatever words you hear
are just the wind in the trees and fear
Days crash into the shore
nights are wounds, bitterly sore
the tide will drift you away
when the moon comes to play
Held upon a nest of foggy night
dotted with struggling stars' plights
to uplift this pale face of nothing
Nothing, nothing, for he is our king
Observes, operates, decides life
A glimpse of him will be your strife
Trickles of shadows following behind
sanity droplets shedding with lies
Come along, my children.
Come along, after the demon.
Many names, many hands
Run, run - as fast as you can!
My Foolish Nightmare (Prequel)My FⓍⓍlish NightmareMy Foolish Nightmare (Prequel)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A savior of those who were mentally insane. At least, that's what they want to believe.
Say it. Psy-key-at-trist.Let it roll off the tip of your tongue. Does it taste good?
Or does it sour at the taste of the mentally ill; the crazy and insane. The in-human...
Some people believe, that the ward was a place for the freaks. Those who were either corrupted by sin, craved the sincerity of death, and even believed in the imaginary. A cage that you sent people to, to keep the those on the outside safe. To keep those on the outside sane.
This was no cage. This was no Hell. This was home. My home.
Growing up in a mental ward... excuse me: a Psychiatrist Hospital; I didn't have much of a choice. I've been classified as crazy ever since I could walk.
Apparently, I was good at scaring people. But, the sad thing was, I wasn't even trying.
You see, I'm your average foster child who ended up in a bastard family. I d
Slenderman's OriginsSlenderman's OriginsSlenderman's Origins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cain was already getting ready for his sacrifice to the lord, while Abel was choosing which of the lambs will appease
Elohim. Cain was a farmer while Abel was a shepherd and when Abel was younger, Cain taught him how to fetch sheep.
He loved his brother on the day their mother Eve gave birth to him. He remembered Abel always following his 'big brother'
and how he looked up to him. Earlier God told both Cain and Abel to present an offering to him. Cain decided to harvest
some of his crops, but he decided to save the best for himself. Abel decided to offer Elohim some of his sheep. Both of
them got their altars' ready when God himself appeared. He examined each of the sacrifices, and saw that Cain offered him
the mediocre parts of his crops. Then he went up to Abel's and saw how dedicated he was to Elohim, and he accepted Abel's
offering over Cain's offering. Cain began to grow jealous of his younger brother, believing that Elohim loved him more.
Elohim then said to