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
Regina notices that it's just ahead of them so she sits back comfortably in her seat and watches the cars rushing past them. They make their way through the intersection smoothly and continue to drive through the middle of town for a few more minutes. After passing by several buildings that looked rather fancy, they eventually arrive at their destination. Regina watches Daniel's reaction carefully as they approach the entrance to the hotel. He stares out of the window silently, looking uninterested.“Here it is…” he speaks suddenly.She turns toward him and smiles. “This is our hotel? This is your favorite hotel?”“Yup...this is my favorite hotel. Come on...let's go check us in.” He says, taking her hand and leading her through the glass double doors to the lobby of the hotel.As they enter the lobby, she notices that there’s very little activity. There’s a couple of men who seem to be talking on the telephone in a corner and there's a woman who seems to be arguing w
He leads her across the yard to one of the garage doors. “Come on. Let’s find your car.” He mutters. “I need to take you somewhere important.”“Okay… where?” She asks curiously, following after him as they walk toward her truck.His grip on her arms tightens momentarily, and she wonders what he must be thinking about. They make their way over to her black, shiny SUV and he helps her climb into the passenger seat. He walks around to the driver' s side and slams the door shut before turning to stare at her for a second before starting the car and driving out of the driveway.The streets are filled with traffic, which isn't unusual at this hour. It’s late afternoon and most people have stopped working to spend some time outdoors in the cold rain. She watches as the trees fly by through the windshield and she realizes that this must be how Daniel felt whenever he drove through these roads. That was the reason why he didn't speak much about himself. But maybe he never truly wanted to talk
Sam frowns but drops the subject anyway and walks towards the car.As they prepare to depart, Jack pauses, taking one last glance around his home. Then noticed his wife standing at the other side of the room. She smiles sweetly, "You are trying your best” She walks over to embrace her husband. Jack hesitates momentarily before reciprocating the hug. “The kids don't see that ” Jack whispers. Sophia squeezes her husband tighter, "Your children love you, you're doing great, and you make a wonderful father. They need a strong person that will take care of them, and you just happen to be that person”"Thank you," Jack breathes out gratefully when suddenly the car horn blares, startling the couple."Can we move?!” Emily yelled out the window impatiently, clearly annoyed. Jack and Sophia nod in unison.Samuel is the last to leave the house, walking down a flight of stairs with the pipe tightly gripped in his hands.As soon as they were all loaded into the car, Jack sits behind the steer
Nothing. So she slowly steps outside and closes the door behind her, stepping under the protective shelter of the staircase. The rain continues to pour on, even heavier than before.Suddenly she hears loud, thunderous footsteps coming from her right. She looks over and catches sight of Daniel running out into the street. The rain suddenly stops and the air grows quite humid. Regina takes a couple of deep, calming breathes and tries to control her breathing as well. After a minute she hears the sound of tires rolling on wet concrete. She turns her head to look in the direction where she heard it and she freezes in place as she realizes what’s happening.A car is speeding down the road, heading straight for Daniel. She watches as it speeds up and approaches him. She can hear the engine revving loudly as it gets closer and closer to him. She can see the driver’s side window roll down and she can see the man’s face clearly. He’s smirking evilly as he drives by Daniel, who is standing froz
Regina sits up, placing her elbows on her thighs as she stares at the window across the room. She's afraid of facing what she did last night, but at the same time she has no desire to leave him alone either. He's never been so open with her before and she doesn't understand why he' s doing it now. Maybe he's scared that she'll think less of him after she found out about everything he went through. It doesn't seem like that's what he is worried about though, because he never told her about it. Even after all these weeks together he barely opened up to her. She knows that he has feelings for her, but she still feels like he doesn’t trust her enough.After a moment she gets up from the bed and starts walking toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, Regina leans onto the counter. After spending hours and hours just staring at those damn walls yesterday, she's really starting to grow frustrated at herself. How could she let those bastards win? What did she expect? She sh
his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and how many nights he spent tossing and turning last night due to his dream. “You didn’t have any bad dreams this night?”He shakes his head and looks away. “I’m glad you stayed.”“Me too.” She agrees.They both remain quiet for a few minutes, neither wanting to talk about the events of the previous evening. But eventually they must break the silence, because he speaks up."So… You came back here? I thought…”"No, I didn’t stay here. I left immediately after you fell asleep."He smiles at her. "Good morning." He repeats, making her laugh."Good morning." She replies."What would you like for breakfast?" He asks.She looks at him questioningly. "Um, what exactly is your definition of 'breakfast?'” Sh
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
The first rays of sunlight illuminate the whole room through the blinds covering the windows. She blinks several times as she yawns loudly. She rubs the sleepiness off her eyes and stretches slightly. She hears a slight groan next to her and looks over at him to find him staring at her through a heavy eyelid. Slowly he starts waking up more. His eyebrows furrow and his lips purse together slightly as his eyes focus on Regina. He blinks several times and then turns his gaze away from her. She watches his face carefully, waiting for him to show any signs of discomfort. To her surprise, however, he remains very calm.He pushes himself up and sits cross legged on the edge of the bed while stretching once more before finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and
wearing the same tattered sweatshirt as earlier. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.He slowly walks over to her, and she keeps her gaze focused on her hands folded together on her lap; trying her best not to let him know how worried she is for him. She hears him sit next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.She finally lifts her gaze from her hands to meet his eyes. She takes in his appearance for a few moments and then she says. "Yes. I'm fine."He frowns. "But you're not. Why won't you tell me what happened? I already said you could leave whenever you wanted and that we were friends and nothing more," he tells her with pleading, sad blue eyes.She swallows nervously before looking back down. "I am really sorry… It's none of my business." She tells him sincerely. "I should probably go back to the living room now." She adds as an afterthought, standing up to take a step back.She feels his hand gently touch her shoulder. She slowly tur