Who could he trust? Without thinking he reached for his phone, pulled it from the charger, and punched in 911 without hesitation. The phone rang several times before someone picked up. "Emergency Room. How may I help you?" She sounded polite, but she was anxious to speak to somebody else."I'm calling about my family," he responded nervously. "My mother and my sisters. My father is missing, and-""Okay, sir. Would you like to fill out a Missing Person's Report? Do you have anyone, in particular, you'd like me to contact?"Without pausing to consider it he spoke. "No. I don't care what my family looks like. Just please, please find them!"For the next half hour, he filled out a report detailing all that had happened since the day before. He described the events that had led to his capture, including the attempted rape, the fight that had ensued, the escape attempt, the attack on him, the police search, and finally the arrival of the detectives. He told her what they had said and how th
to see what was causing such an unusual reaction from him. Sitting on the street opposite the house, seemingly motionless, was a large blue car. It reminded Jake of the blue car from his dream… Was that just a coincidence or was he actually being visited by aliens right now?Without thinking much about it, he got out of the car, ignoring the way his knees buckled beneath him and collapsed into the driver’s seat, too weak to stand for long. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he waited for his vision to clear again. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the tears clouding his vision, and finally opened his eyes again just in time to catch sight of the vehicle speeding off down the street.The police officer had disappeared."Jake!" His mother shouted worriedly as she stepped forward."I'm okay, I'm… I just need a few moments…" He managed to say in between heavy breaths as he leant back against the driver’s seat, clutching his stomach. The wound was throbbing mercilessly
Present... “I have this weird feeling every time...” Jake says while trying to tell Eric what he's feeling. “Right now I feel them watching us in this room, this very moment” he ended. Suddenly the whole town started covered with mist, as the night began. And also the terror, that only made them more curious about where they ht now.“Well, I feel it too,” Eric agrees. “I think we're in the middle of a conscious or something,” he adds before walking through another door. And once again there was no sight of anything behind those walls and doors except for darkness.“And I wonder if this is just how everything in this place appears when you're inside?” He asks while looking around to see if any trees could help him make his way out. “The same thing happens with our eyes,” he goes on.“Well yeah, it's a bit like a dream, right? Like something that could never exist here at all,” Jake replies. And even though Jake isn't sure if what he's saying is true he still doesn't doubt th
Chapter home?” Jake asked himself surprising himself. After a while he realized it was true, he is home. He was able to walk around and touch the furniture, the old wooden dresser, and the wall in the living room and he even found some pictures lying on the floor. But what he loved best about the place were the walls that were covered in paintings of the different people who lived there, some old women and a young couple. They had come here so many times in his dreams to visit his mother and father who were both dead and now he could live here.“What should I write about here?” Jake thought, taking out his phone as he sat down on the sofa, “I'm sure I already wrote plenty about my life before this, but I guess now would probably be the best time. So I could finally tell the truth to everyone.” He started typing his message to everyone. 'I don't wanna go home yet' he wrote. 'But I know that sooner or later I'll be forced to return. I don't know what I'll do once I do, but I know that I
He recognizes it from when he was small, watching his mother cook. When she put the food onto the dining table, he felt proud that she had cooked the meal herself. Now it's all too real, a reminder of home. Eric sits quietly next to the bed in a small room, trying to process what just happened. The only sound is the rustling of papers. He picks up one of the documents and reads the front page. It says that the owner's death. Eric's stomach clenches violently. He doesn't want to know why, but he also wants to find someone to ask. Someone to know what just happened. He needs help. He closes the book and stares ahead at the wall, hoping that the person that will come in to save him from the madness of that house won’t be able to read his mind. Instead, he will have to talk to them, ask questions, explain why he’s here, and what exactly did happen. The idea fills him with dread. On farmland, a young boy could be seen trying to feed the horses. He was thin and frail looking, but his sm
Everything became quiet. There was no noise, no voices. Nothing. No one.Then Thomas was finally able to breathe again and he took in a deep breath, gasping lightly before he breathed deeply again, closing his eyes, feeling relieved, as though a huge weight had just fallen off his shoulders and disappeared. The grip around his body loosened. But then something else happened as well. Thomas opened his eyes. He saw a pair of brown ones directly in front of him, gazing back at him with a look of concern on his face.“Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” A gentle, familiar voice murmured and Thomas turned his gaze toward him, unable to hold back a small smile. That was him, that was the voice that had just spoken, the boy who had caught him stealing apples. “Do you want to sit somewhere quieter so we can talk properly?” The older boy asked him, his brows knitted slightly in worry.Thomas stared at the older boy for a moment, before nodding slowly. He followed the older boy as he guided
The whole town hid inside their houses to avoid whatever creature is rampaging at night and destroying everything that comes in its parts. “Are sure are you this Frame going to take me to where I want? " Sean asked Goldberg who already lit up some candles in form of some ritual istic ritual. “Don't worry, it's all safe. We only have to make a small circle around here with these sticks and the monster will never touch us again. ” Goldberg reassured him as he sat down and started to light more candles in a circle. He looked up at him nervously, but there was something about her that seemed so… normal, almost like He was used to situations like this one. He probably had been. It seems he has been living in such horror for a few years now, what with being the only survivor of that kind of town. He wondered how old he is. “So remember anything you see is just a figment of your imagination but it will hurt” Goldberg explains once more before she starts to chant something under her
With those words ringing in my ears, I opened my mouth and screamed, “NOOO!!”The room erupted in gasps of surprise and horror. Suddenly Sean is transported back to the room he was once in, to come face with Goldberg. “What did you see?” He asked while lifting Sean upwards, “Anything?" “I found this disc,” Sean says while shivering from the coldness on his body. “This might have information, on our freedom,” Goldberg says while surveying the disc carefully “but it also might contain something about the things we need to know about.”He holds the disc up and looks into it, then turns to the side of the room where there's another projector set.As he does this, Sean sees a picture of a woman and a man in their late 30s sitting across from each other. The man has short brown hair with dark blue eyes. Next to him, sits a teenage girl, her face is covered by a mask, and her face is contorted in anger, it makes Sean wonder what she must be thinking, who she hates or maybe ju