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
At first, he enjoyed it, he was working hard to produce food to feed his family, which included his wife and children, This particular day, however, there was a strong wind blowing in the direction of the man. The wind blew harder, making the man fall onto his knees while digging in the dirt underneath him. After a moment, the man stood up and continued working. He didn't pay attention to where the wind was coming from until there was an overwhelming force of cold air hitting him. The man was then thrown against a tree branch behind him while groaning and trying to stand up again. Suddenly, it went quiet for a second. The man's ears were ringing and he felt dizzy. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit him again, causing him to fall on his back once more. As he lay there, waiting for his vision to clear, he noticed the tree branch that hit him before. He could feel the bark of the tree against his cheek and chest. Slowly, he lifted his hand to touch the spot where it hurt but found nothing ther
She looked at it and frowned when she saw who was calling. It was none other than Toby, her boyfriend. When he had called her yesterday, he had tried to explain that he had lost the ring she had given him and he had asked her to give it back to him. She had explained to him that she hadn’t lost it, and that she had left it in the drawer of her dressing table because it was so pretty, so he shouldn’t be sad about losing it. That’s why she had gone into the drawer to look for it and hadn’t seen the ring when she opened the drawer. But the ring itself wasn’t important. What mattered was that he should be careful not to lose any more expensive rings that he may not find in a drawer that Sarah’s mom might decide to use for cleaning her makeup. Toby told her that he understood and apologized for his behavior yesterday, telling her that he wanted to apologize to her for upsetting her. That night, Sarah had gone to bed feeling better than ever. Maybe Toby was finally learning that they couldn