The Follower

Oliver burst open the door to his apartment with excessive force, the swiftness with which he shut and locked the door would never betray the fear he felt inside but the four-letter profanities spilling from his lips as if a broken record did. He threw his backpack onto the table knocking off two ceramic cups standing there. With one hand still on the door handle, he swiftly reached for a container on a shelf mounted beside him and began fixing the line of salt that the swing of the door had broken.

This salt line slithered like a snake along all the walls of the apartment and just like the snake Uroboros, it consumed its own tail to form a never-ending loop. The ritual of maintaining the unbroken line of salt along the perimeter of the walls was sacred to Oliver as he believed it is a barrier that keeps away ghosts, demons and other evil. Not all of them unfortunately but still that’s what he believed as his mother did and her mother before her.

Raising his hand to the forehead he wiped the sweat that was trying to escape his body as much as he was trying to escape the situation he found himself in. Next Oliver rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, he stopped in front of a mirror looking at his reflection, self-hatred made him wince. He proceeded to wash his face and quench his thirst at the same time, few scarlet drops mixed with the water fell on the ceramic decorating it with ruby specs. Oliver looked at the blood and then himself in the mirror as if trying to ask if it was his own or not. The face in the mirror looking back at him was unwelcoming and was looking worse every day. Eyes bloodshot with grey circles surrounding them, the beard was growing wildly and his hair was longer than he is comfortable with. His appearance reminded people of a poorly maintained alcoholic, truth is Oliver never was one and stayed away from alcohol, but today he could use a deep glass of good whiskey to calm his shaking hands. Oliver took one last look at himself, shivered and looked away, he hated mirrors due to past experiences and paranoia that his reflection won’t mimic his movements or that he will see someone else in the room with him.

Days like this happened often, too often, reminding him of groundhog day, Oliver kept running back to his apartment with fear, fear of something catching him off guard or fear of being seen what he was doing. In his profession leading a solitary life was better off for everyone for various safety reasons, unfortunately, extended loneliness deteriorates one’s mental health and it was hard to tell if Olivers was still there. To keep partially sane Oliver called his friend on the weekends to chat, report on the week, ask for advice, comfort and most often used har as a private shrink. Today was a good day to call and after 4 ringtones, the phone was answered with a crackling static and then a voice that was warm and soft like velvet, equally alluring as comforting with a slight accent that can’t be pinned to any country.

“Hello Oliver, are you alright?” the voice asked.

“Lucy, it’s nice to finally hear you” answered Oliver.

“You are the one who decided to call only once a week, every day I’m worried if you will come back alive.” Said Lucy with evident worry in her voice.

“I get by, few more bruises and scratches but alive, hunted 2 this week so I have enough for rent, might even be enough for electricity.” replied Oliver.

“Oli, why do you keep doing this? How long do you think you can hunt monster demons or whatever it is you do before it gets out of hand and you end up the one that’s killed.” pleaded Lucy

“Oli.. it sounds… Nicer from your lips. There are too many of them walking the street and I have to follow my family tradition, you know that. And about what you said, something is getting out of hand, don’t know what but something follows me around. I can feel its presence when going out, its eyes on me, home I’m safe but it haunts me in the dreams.”

“You always end up in bad situations don’t you, I think it’s your special power” she laughed, “Tell me more what’s going on and about the dreams”.

“Hope you got time and somewhere comfortable to sit that nice butt.” Oliver said grinning to the phone

“Do you remember that place where we signed up for the experiments with the mirrors, the one you’ve read about led by Dr Kaputo and you insisted on trying it. The one where we stared at the mirrors in dim lighting and our reflections started deforming. Oli asked

“Yeah, I remember that it was like an acid trip without any acid, my face started to melt in front of me, then it was changing shapes growing in disturbing ways, it was creepy as shit. Yet for some reason we never really talked about it.” confirmed Lucy.

Oliver decided to tell his view of the events that happened back then and what might have caused what is happening now and Lucy like a good friend decided to listen without interruptions.

“It was just like you said for me too, it was so disturbing I snapped out of it a few times and had to start over again, that’s why I had to stay longer to complete the experiment. With each attempt, the hallucination got progressively worse, more disturbing, at one point I even saw horns growing out of my skull. Again I lost focus and had to restart and this time it was completely different, I didn’t see myself anymore, I saw my parents looking back at me, my deceased parents. Of course, that snapped me out of it right away, I was shocked. As you can imagine I wanted to see them again, it’s been years since I last saw them, who knows maybe I could talk to them, maybe it’s not just my imagination playing tricks. And like an idiot I fell for this trick, whatever it was, I tried, again and again, I saw them in that damn mirror, no longer smiling at me, no longer smiling at all. Their faces contorted in agony that I have never seen and no child wants to ever see on their parents. Flames licked their faces until they blistered, then charcoaled until black and pink chunks of cheeks began to fall off. I tried to snap out of it, I screamed, kicked and howled but nothing helped. Then I heard laughter, more like cackling from those burned bodies which began to turn into an unfamiliar face, next the experiment attendees and staff also started laughing. I lost it and ran out kicking down all the doors on the way and tried to forget it all.” Oliver exhaled with distinct pain in his voice.

“Oli… I.. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry you experienced that” she tried to comfort him. “But what has that to do with what’s going on now”?

“First of all I have a slight phobia of mirrors, and that unfamiliar face I saw at the end, I’ve seen it again, 3 weeks ago in the crowd, 2 weeks ago in the bus just staring at me, today on my street. I thought i’m imagining it, or I confused that face with a random stranger because I forgot about it. Then he started laughing, that spine-shivering cackle brought back all the memories in detail. Whatever it is, it started to follow me and now knows where I live. Now I have nightmares, bad ones that turn into false awakenings and lately I’m experiencing sleep paralysis every night.” Oli explained with a slight tremble in his voice and Lucy couldn’t guess if he is scared or unsure how to continue so she took the opportunity to speak.

“Listen Oli, it all sounds dreadful and I’m sorry it’s happening to you, I want to help you but I don’t know how, you never let me in that close. I know you see a lot of weird shit in your outings, but at least don’t let sleep paralysis get to you. I know it is horrible, I experienced it too, you wake up paralysed in the middle of the night unable to make a sound and you see a dark figure walking towards you. It sits down on your body and you feel the weight of it as it stares right into your eyes and all you can do is wait and look. What I’m saying is that it’s just your imagination, your brain hallucinates as your body wakes up before your brain exits the dream state.”

“That stranger was also a hallucination and now he is following me Lucy” Oliver interrupted.

“Oli stop, that path of thinking scares me, that would mean somebody actually was in my room” she said

“I don’t want to but you should know, I recorded myself sleeping. Each night, each night it’s the same thing. The bedroom door opens slowly, on its own..” Oliver hesitates. “When it opens fully the screen goes static for an hour only to come back in focus when the door begins to close.” Fear is evident in his voice now. “I am watching a video from last night now…”

If he could see Lucy at that moment he would see tears flowing down her cheeks, she was about to make a comment about his revelation but her words were halted in her throat by a sound she heard in the phone’s speaker. It was low quality and volume, indicating it was the recording Oliver was watching. The sound she heard was laughter, it was odd, not happy but sinister. She realized it must have been the thing Oliver was talking about, she was about to say something but the phone line went dead all of a sudden.

Oliver was frozen when he listened to the recording, so much so that in the first moment he didn’t notice the power outage in his building. Maybe because he was so petrified or maybe because even when the lights went out, the computer turned black and the landline silent, the laughing continued to be audible. Oliver’s grasp of what is happening came with equal amounts of terror, trying to hold it together he realized that the sound is too quiet to be in the room, with unease he approached the window and from the third storey he saw the source of that haunting laughter. This thing was standing there with a hood over its head and a grin wider than humanly possible, in one hand it was playing with a lighter while the other was mockingly waving at Oliver. The eyes were difficult to see from afar but he knew it was looking straight at him and it sent shivers down his spine. The creature took a step forward then another and Oliver instantly tripped over his feet as he was trying to get away from the window faster than he could. Scrambling in the dark he grabbed a torch from the drawers in the desk that supported his old computer. Next he rushed to the bedroom and from his nightstand he pulled out a pistol, Oliver had no idea what he was dealing with but it was worth a shot.

He could hear all the neighbours in the apartment block coming out into the hallway asking in confusion if anyone has power, without much thinking he went outside as well telling everyone to get back inside. He would have been ignored if not the outline of a gun in his hand, the hallway was empty again with just Oliver and a growing sound of laughs and giggles. Oliver crouched beside his door, aimed the gun at the stairway and waited as the sound of twisted joy grew with the footsteps. The stairway was slowly illuminated by a dancing flame that made the light and shadows sway in their danse macabre. Oliver heard a few screams and quick shutting of the doors on the second floor, this meant he wasn’t the only one who could see him. The footsteps turned rapid up the last set of stairs causing the flame to cast unnatural shadows on the wall. Once Oliver saw the flame at his level, running towards him he gripped the gun tightly and fired. The gunshot in a quiet hallway defend him for a moment, but it also did something else, the flash from the gun illuminated his target. To his shock, it wasn’t the creepy face that was haunting him but the equally shocked face of a little girl he sometimes saw in the building. She stopped, dropped a candle she was holding and collapsed beside it, the blood oozing from the wound quickly extinguished the candle. Then that laughing got ever louder and more maniacal as the second flame entered the corridor.

Oliver was so frozen in disbelief he didn’t look away from the girl in front of him, not even when a raspy voice greeted him.

“Isn’t that a beautiful sight Oli? You did a good job, she only suffered for a minute or two, she is gone now. And I will feast on her delicious soul” the thing said.

“Oh, I should say thank you even, you see Oli I sustain myself by devouring souls, and the young ones taste the best, exquisite actually. The thing is, I’m not able to kill, so I orchestrate events such as this in my favour. I won’t bore you with the details now, it might be too complicated for you but I will tell you this. You will be arrested for a murder of a child, the police after searching your apartment and seeing all the occult crap you have they will decide you are mentally unstable, rightly so I might add, and will lock you in a mental institute where I will have you all to myself where, how shall I put it, I will season you before a good meal. See you soon Oliver.” the thing hissed into his ear before vanishing into the dark.

Lost Soul (part7)

Apologies for the delay in writing this part, I’m finally here and ready to shake up your previous stories a little.

Parts 123456

 

The three of us entered the compound, it looked almost like a bunker. In fact, it was fairly similar to the nuclear bunker that my parents showed me videos of that they had to spend few years there when they were young. Yet this one was old abandoned I can’t imagine it housing more than 20 people. Luna held my hand and with Roman gave me a tour of the place to which I paid no attention. All this time my mouth was ajar in surprise so long I haven’t noticed I am parched, my eyes watery and a kaleidoscope of emotions rushed through me at exhausting speed. I might have not seen Luna in 10 years yet she still could feel my emotions as if she was my twin. She told me to sit and offered water which I gulped down faster than desert sand. Flashbacks of the past made me dizzy, I wondered how we ended up separate, why we haven’t met sooner it was ten fucking years. Who is Amruth and if he can still read my mind from a distance? Although it was of least importance at the moment I still wondered If my best friend Luna is in a relationship with my childhood crush.

I regained my composure and started thinking clearly, clearer than ever which was a strange feeling for me Luna interrupted my thoughts “It’s a local plant we add to water, we don’t know what it is but it makes your mind a lot sharper, I’m sure you feel it by now” I just nodded. “Agnes, aren’t you going to say anything? Are you not happy to see us?” asked Roman entering the room again.

“I..I..I am happy, sorry, I’m still in shock, I thought I will never see you again, I was almost killed and then you came. Aliens…friends…code, you mentioned a code to help you return, It’s incomplete I have another page let’s try to combine them and get out of this horrible place. The thing is I just can’t read it” I replied accelerating with each word. “Incomplete? another page? how do you know that? never mind, Show me the page this is mine an let’s have a look” Roman said with excitement and reached for the code to lay out on the table. As he did that my stomach acted like a ball in the pinball machine, the code that Roman presented was completely different from the page I had.

Romans face expression saddened yet his eyes sparked up. “Ahh this brings back some memories although I don’t think it’s part of the code.” he sighed. “What are you talking about? what memories?” was my next question. “You really can’t read it? Don’t you remember when we were little? Your grandfather loved all kinds of encryptions and thought them to us. He always left such notes for us to decode with instructions how to find a hidden stash of sweets our parents don’t know about, how could you forget that?” explained Roman. “I think I start to remember, yes, notes and sweets, yet I don’t remember any encryptions, can you read it?” I asked eagerly “Give me few minutes”

While roman studied the note I caught up a little with Luna, she even brought materials left over in this place that turned out to be sheets of cloth. Without hesitation, I took one and wrapped it around me like a toga to eliminate the constant cold. “I will find you some better clothes later” Luna said. Roman came back to us now with 2 sheets of paper and a thin piece of charcoal he used to write with.

“Fitting outfit Agnes. I decoded the note, it is just like the ones from our childhood, look. The face under the text is the iconic Julius Caesar, we learned about him in school. There are also roman numerals on it, this indicates it is a Caesars cipher, To solve it you need to arrange the alphabet in a circle, that numeral is your key which is 7, now take every single letter and substitute it with a letter 7 positions further. Here is the translation.” explained Roman giving me another page.

i am human. i am here for thirteen years trying to make
contact with my family. i have shelter food
technology and knowledge. even found a typing machine.
if you are still sane i would like to meet and work
together. there is a way out. in two days i will leave a
trail of red stones to meet at down i mean no harm. ha la
lau are learning our language thus the code.

I have read it and almost fainted, that plant sure makes your mind sharper because I now found dots that could be connected I wish I have seen before. I started to backtrack the events to find odd things. Amruth, he could not read the note because it was a code and not English, he was nice to me since he hoped I will teach him. The next part scared me, his throat it was clearly visible and blue the man who grabbed me in front of my shelter and told me to be quiet had a long beard, that man spoke aloud, only now I realized that Amruth only used telepathy. Was the bearded man trying to hide us from Amruth? did he use his shaman skills to make me not notice the switch of the person who led me away? The codemaker is here for 13 years. Thirteen years ago I was told my grandfather died in an accident, then there are the last words of my mother before I woke up here, ‘Find your gra…’

Are all these things be connected? could my grandfather be here somewhere? or is it just apophenia?

 

 

 

 

Here is a quote I came across that struck home and think everyone should read, especially when you struggle to make time for the things you want the most:

“And despite this inexorable fight, promise me you will never lose faith in yourself, that you’ll never cease from walking, for there’s no need to run.” -A.R

Broken Retrospective

It was a day just like any other, or night? No, it was definitely an evening I am sure of that. I was having a barbecue with my girl in the back garden of the house. After some food and a beer, the mellow music in the background swayed us to spill the memories of the past. We reminiscing about collective moments and things we never told each other, the time flew by and the calm night sky was covered by a warm blanket of stars which of some fell to their doom leaving a trail for the swift eyes to follow. Gazing the tiny shimmers took us what felt like an eternity, yet an eternity you are willing to endure just for the few precious moments. More time passed and now the warm blankets were covering our bodies as well.

Before we realized we couldn’t think of more wishes for every star that has fallen so we were repeating the wishes by now, not that it matters as I always have one wish every time I see a shooting star. Then we noticed one of the shooting stars burn brighter and growing larger, clearly it was heading directly our way.

“What is that?” asked my girlfriend.

“I don’t know, an asteroid” I laughed.

“Don’t say that, wait, is it green?” she replied

“What the hell? it is glowing green, why is it not burning out yet?”

“Wish I knew, shit it hurts my eyes, I’ll try to take a picture” she quickly exclaimed with audible pain in her voice, she turned her head to locate her phone, and then something happened that she was lucky to miss.

The green light from the orb pulsed a bit brighter than it already was, this thing pulsed and I went numb, no, not numb, paralysed. Next was the pain, deep and sharp as if someone pushed a dozen of drills into my head at the same time. I was sitting there as if on a chair of tortures and yet the whole world around me was oblivious to my pain. The green light pulsed again and a sound came that startled my already freaked out mind. Imagine if some kind of hellish machine could roar and put that on full blast in your ears and you should be close to what I heard. Then the pain for a split second intensified even more just to immediately ease up. To my surprise, my memories started emerging and flashing in front of me.

I remembered talking to my friend Greg at work last week, he said ‘Just get it done so we can go home’. I saw parents holding hands, children playing in the schoolyard, my only friend in school grabbing me from behind ‘Where were you!’. I saw clips of documentaries I watched, animals, technology, wars, movies, extracts from books. I saw my friend Lucy saying ‘Yes!’ after I asked her to go to prom with me.

Why am I remembering it all? what is going on why can’t I fucking move? Another roar, the pain rose and so did the speed of flashing memories. Is that green thing going through my memories?

Lucy ‘Yes!’, what the f… I don’t know if I forced my mind or voice to push out ‘Hello can you talk?’ what am I doing I thought, it’s just a light. Roar and my teacher saying ‘Hello‘ to class then Lucy ‘Yes!’. I froze even though I seemed to be in some kind of limbo already. What do you want? was the next question I produced in my mind but there was no voice in my head now, I just felt immense hunger despite I just ate, or is that what this intruder of my mind is feeling. ‘Are you hungry?’ I thought, Lucy ‘Yes!’ ‘

‘What do you eat?’ it was a rapid fire of images, lightning strikes, volcanos exploding, atomic bombs going off, various projectiles hitting the target. Then another roar and more images, stars imploding, planets whithering like plants, strange fires and explosions, but I have never seen these thing meaning these must be the memories of the orb. I was screaming in my head ‘Leave me the fuck alone!’ but I was only struck by a swift ‘NO!‘ of my mother when she scolded me as a child. ‘What do you want from me?’ I knew it want’s energy and lots of it but I didn’t know what I have to do with it, I just saw a map then a compass and video a plant sprouting to life thanks to the sun. Shit the sun, is that what it wants? but would it no see it coming here? I could only hope this thing didn’t catch that thought but I was wrong. A vision of the sun burning right in front of me was presented, then my mother but with Lucys voice saying ‘YES!’

Not knowing what it is I took a gamble and presumed it has completely missed our sun so I asked ‘How do you travel’ then I saw tens of planets we don’t learn about in school, one planet than a blink and another then blink and another. Thus I presumed it just teleports. The exploding surface of the sun and my friend ‘Where?’ Stop I am not gonna tell you shouting in my thoughts. ‘Where?!’ it kept repeating it over and over but then the voiced and faces started to mix it was my mother, teacher, friends all asking where in the same demanding tone. I resisted as much as I could not to think of the solar system and that’s when it stopped asking the single question and the drilling pain came back like a kick to the face. Flashes of school classes and tv documentaries until a clear layout of our solar system was in front of me and the pain stopped and one last memory surfaced that was equally painful of whom which I forgot about until now, it was my father saying ‘You are a pathetic fool.’

The green orb shot off and the pain subsided, I let out a gasp of exhaustion and pain. My girlfriend finally grabbed the camera and turned back to where the light was.

“Wha.. where is it? I only turned for two seconds. And why are you so pale all of a sudden?”

My memories and will are broken, I remember my past but the places and faces are all wrong, twisted. I remeber talking with my mother at work last week and my friend scolding me when I was a child, but I know he is younger than me damn it. Yet what’s worse I am worried that this night might be the longest the earth has seen and that it might be my fault too.

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Lost Soul part 3

Part 1 by Enni

Part 2 by Jokerswild

The phone kept ringing in my hand but I couldn’t answer it due to the shock paralysing my body. Strange noise filled the shaking room and then part of the roof was just torn away, disappointingly Tony and Roman were the first ones out rush the door. Another part of the roof fell inside the room, but thankfully Luna moved me out of the way saving my life and snapping me out of the shock. Some part of it must have struck me because my bracelet has broken and lost in the chaos. As I noticed the bracelet is gone I alow saw that the box from the game had a hole town in it with a faint light shining through it. And then really grotesque hands coming out of it and reaching in my direction. Luna fainted at the sight and I just cried looking at the long fingers protruding in my direction. I felt the hand grip my wrist and at the same time, the front door burst open under the foot of my father rushing in together with my mother.

“No! we are too late..”

“Mom! help, I’m sorry I didn’t know!”

“William, quick, the tracker!”

I was being constantly pulled towards the shining hole in the game, my father pulled out a small square black device out of his back pocket and threw it at me. I barely managed to catch it as the hands yanked me harder now, losing my balance and falling towards the light the last thing I heard was my mother trying to say something that was cut off.

“Find your gr…”

I relive these events often in my dreams hoping I could remember more details but to no avail. It has been ten years now of waking up hungry and cold, thankfully through my childhood, my grandfather often took me for camping in the woods where I learned how to make shelter and find food in case of an emergency, and now I’m glad I never tried to thwart his efforts to teach me.

I have one stealthy shack on the ground and one on a tree if I need to run away from animals or the Ha La Lau, I see them sometimes wandering nearby alone or in packs. I avoid contact with them fearing they will kill me on sight like many animals they do. Maybe they won’t, after all, we have practically the same shape, but then that’s all we have in common.

As for the food, I found the most similar plants to what we have on earth and planted them nearby, occasionally I hunt for small animals, mostly hope they will fall into my trap. I try to search for some more resources during the day but I’m still afraid to wander off too far. Tonight I was awoken by a branch being broken close by, I instinctively clutched a sharp piece of metal I once found and used as a knife and peeked out. I heard a rustle and then silence. It wasn’t the Ha La Lau because they glow at night and I haven’t seen or heard an animal…

 

 

If you know someone suitable for this challenge feel free to let them know about it maybe they will join us. Or maybe you? do you want to write another part of this story? let me know in the comments.

Welcome to the game.

First of all, I would like to thank again to everyone who took part in the Destination Unknown series. If you don’t know what it is, check my blog if you liked it then I invite you to join a new series. To many of you, these might be tiny numbers but I’m happy that all together we got 309 likes and 361 comments especially when I didn’t expect this thing to work at all. I have decided to finish this project early as I treated it as a beta. (It ended with a potential to continue so you never know.)

For the next challenge/series whatever you want to call it I wanted to set defined rules to improve, unfortunately, the rules and ideas I had turned out to just cause problems when applied to a group of writers and work better on a book with one author. Then Enni messaged me that she has a short intro ready that we could use for the next challenge threw all my ideas out the window, surprisingly that helped. I had to re-think everything and probably improvise along the way, if you have any ideas for improvements please comment below and we will consider it before we start. Here is what Enni wrote

‘Mommy, please save me, they will eat my soul’ I cried over my phone
‘Honey, don’t lose hope Momma will be there. Keep your tracking device on’

I kept the tracking device on for my parents to search and make me free from these Ha-la-lau, that’s what they call themselves. I don’t know from where they come. All I know they capture humans, after torturing them they eat their souls. They think this will save their civilization.

Oh No! these EM waves from their ship, My tracker. I wobble it high in the air. It lost the signal. My Freedom is in your hand…

As you can see it will be likely sci-fi, or a demonic cult with high-end tech, same thing. I would like to tell me as whom you would like to write, enter the role of the teenage child and the parents or as a third party helping the parents to find the child.

The rules as for now there are not many.

Minimum of 600 words per part. If for some reason you kill all the main characters you need to introduce a new character to replace them. And that is pretty much it because YOU make it interesting by adding your own style and plot twists.

I would like it to make it 20 parts long with preferably 10 writers. I am not sure if I will be writing parts myself, it depends on the flow of the story. Instead, I will be playing sometimes with you sometimes against you, sort of a wild card, a watcher. I will drop a clue, a secret message to help you reach your goal but foremost to make you think and research things to be able to continue, for example, a coded message that you will have to find a key online to decipher it or just co-ordinates to a location. I also might hurt, trap or kill a character. To avoid unnecessary amount of posts from my side I will drop the messages in the comments and your emails. Hopefully, the authors from previous challenge return, If you are new and want to join please do, and if you know someone who might like it let them know.

Please comment below with tips and to join and we will assign parts to the people. I feel like I forgot the most important part for new people, the idea is simple, one person writes a story and drops it and some interesting point then you pick up where he left off and continue it in your own way, then drop it for another person.

Ah yes, this is the intro, we need a name for the series, it’s not out of laziness but out of respect for you that I would like you all to come up with a suitable name.

 

Photo by Antonello Crippa

Destination Reached

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

 

The mirror had to be destroyed, but not yet not while we are here.

“Agatha is everything ready?”

“Yes Mit.”

“And Ann?”

“She was taken care of her while you made the connection, she is with her partner now.”

“Great, now my favourite part..” “Mit!” Agatha interrupted.

“Are you sure it’s a smart thing to do? I know it’s game for you but one day it will bite you back in the ass.”

“I guess you are right, but we used them so much they deserve to know, they need to know what they did.” said Mithra.

Now ladies and gentlemen lets cut the crap and I will explain something, especially to my authors. Yes, you there reading it, I love breaking the ‘fourth wall’ especially when the bricks hit the audience. Confused? Let me explain. We used you, it’s what we like to do me and my sister. The dream you have read about, you all had it and don’t remember it. My sister has a special ability, she found you and visited your dreams for days, implanting ideas, giving instructions. The flames that consume her in the dream actually consume your memory of what happened.

We gathered the six of you randomly, yet you formed a strong group. You can’t remember yet but you all came together to Oslo, following the visions. You found the house and barged into it. I don’t own the house no, it belonged to Ann, her husband James and their daughter. The Man of the house naturally stood to defend his family from the 6 strangers so you killed him, then tortured and killed Ann. Funny enough the whole six of your brains refused to take in what you did to their 5-year-old daughter. What is funnier to me is that all of you thought you are writing fiction out of your own will, you couldn’t be more wrong. What you wrote was a statement of your actions that the police will be very interested in. I had to control your minds fooling you to think it is just another story you wrote.

It was not easy with the 6 of you, Lucas resisted the most that’s why there was so much craziness in his part, Amanda was close to figuring out how to starjump. Did any of you recently felt time missing? remorse, regret or sadness? maybe relief from letting the anger out? that would be your subconscious mind going over what you all did. Your group murdered an innocent family and tried to burn the house down, tried since Lloyd’s old Zippo wasn’t so trusty after all.

If you are wondering why I wouldn’t be the main suspect just think who is more likely responsible, a man who can’t be found and starjumps or a group of people who describe the crime scene and try to blame it on a fictional character? Both police and I know that adding more fiction won’t make it less real.

Don’t be angry or disappointed, if the mirror remains intact you can still figure it out.

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Destination Unknown (Part 7)

Part 1 is here, rest is linked on my blog. Ennis I am sorry for cutting in before you I was bored so I wrote this.

With the attacker’s last swing he stuck the axe in the wall which blocked a blade that was meant to cut at neck height. Fortunately, my grandfather never made anything easy for family or foe alike. I don’t know who he wanted protection against but another blade shot out of the wall so fast that I only noticed when his legs came right off the second after. As if that wasn’t enough, from the frame of the mirror sprayed some sort of acid which filled the corridor with a horrible stench of burned skin. Looking at this horrible scene I thought this man doesn’t deserve it, nor can he tell anyone about what he saw, I need to finish him off. After a quick check of what’s at hand, I saw that the sword was thrown outside the mirror as well. The corridor was too tight for a wide swing so a push will have to do.

“What the hell is going on up there? is that James shouting?” asked Ann

Shit shit shit what now? “I’m coming down, wait!” how will I explain this mess?

I had to end his shouts of pain so I pushed the sword into hopefully his heart, wet crunching sound did silence him indeed. Before I pulled out the sword a trap door in the floor opened swallowing James and the sword. As soon as his body landed on a pile of bones the floor was whole again. “Jesus grandpa…”

Going down the stairs my head was in vertigo thinking what will I say next.

“What’s going on? wait.. is that blood? where is James, what did you do?” her each word sounded more hysterically.

“Ann… there was an accident… fuck there is no way to explain it” I said.

“What happened?” she asked slowly.

“Somehow he got up there, he had a knife and was already bleeding. He must have hurt himself because he was shouting nonsense, then he attacked me and I defended myself.”

“Oh god.. it was him shouting no more starjumps.”

“Yes, just as he said it he slit his throat and fell through a trap door in the floor which I don’t know how to open or where his body is.” I spilled as fast as I could before she could interrupt me.

“What the fuck are you talking about.” tears started flowing down her cheeks

“I know how it sounds but that’s the truth, I’m sorry Anna.”

“Asshole, I told him to not go off his meds…”

“I’m sorry, I know how you feel.”

“HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!” Her eyes were consumed by an inferno of rage.

Ignoring her rage I proceeded to tell her what not many people knew about me. “Once I did have a partner, a beautiful bookworm with red hair. Her name was Olivia, we dated for a year and a half, after which we moved in together. For the next year our relationship was a dream, and that dream ensured me I wanted to marry her. I still see her face, she told me she is pregnant. I had everything, a house, beautiful woman and now a child, so I decided to make her happier and to propose later that day. We decided to celebrate with a day off work, wine and sunbathing in the garden. I knew she won’t drink now but I needed more courage so, after some I dozed off in the sun. I was awoken by the thud of the book she dropped. I went for the ring in my pocket and she must have realised what is happening because she stared at me, mouth slightly apart, eyes watering. This made me nervous so my slight spilled over the floor like marbles while I went with my practised speech. When I finished talking I looked at her to see her face purple and with tears, not moving. The thud that woke me wasn’t the book but a roof tile which fell hitting Olivia in the back of the neck severing her spinal cord. She was laying beside me paralysed not able to breathe while I was fucking talking how much I loved her. When I realised what happened it was too late, So I know how you feel.”

At this point, the fire in her eyes was extinguished by the river of sadness that came from my eyes.

“Mithra… I am sorry… I need to clear my head… I..I..I need to go” said Ann storming off through the front door

I didn’t try to stop her there was already too much to explain upstairs. I made my way up feeling the symbols on the rail to make sure I don’t end up like James. At the top, I noticed a new symbol was being formed on its own. “what the fuck..” is the mirror using people as power? Maybe Agatha will know what the new symbol means.

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Hey guys I am reading all the comments on all blogs and would like to thank you all for the positive feedback. You all made a good point of setting a limit on the parts otherwise we will make a book. Like you said 20 seems like good maximum. I want to give everyone at least 2 parts, that will result in 12 or 14 parts which is a lot, If we won’t be reaching the end by then we might be in trouble. When we are done I intend to do a similar challenge but with defined rules etc to make it even better, on a specific page for it.

Destination Unknown (Part 4)

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Ann had me there, she might be my friend but she didn’t know that much about me. No one did except maybe for my ex-fiancé Sylvia, who left me after finding out my secrets. I had no choice, I had to lie about my sister’s existence to keep her safe. The only way to protect her is to put her in my rest house here in Norway. This 500 square meter two-story house was bought by my parents when my father, a Civil Engineer, had a construction project here in Oslo, back in the 90’s. Both floors have two main doors, made from Betula pubescens wood with some strange carvings my mum personally designed being an artist that she is. There’s also an old rusty spiral stairs that connects directly to the second floor that is securely locked for its purpose. Several months ago, when I asked Ann to look…

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Destination Unknown (Story Challenge pt1)

This is the first part of what I hope will be a long and interesting story, it is booked up for 3 parts already. For a better idea read my previous post https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133348354/posts/1435

The idea is simple, I write a story and drop it at preferably some cliffhanger, then another person has to pick up where I left off and continue in their own way preferably twisting the story. Comment to join.

 

He woke up in the middle of the night again 3:13 am on the clock. It was the fifth night in a row. Each time he was awoken by the same dream. In that dream, he saw a woman standing in a large room made of stone with strange engravings on the walls that felt familiar yet distant. The woman was wearing a plain white dress her golden hair blowing in the wind, but the air in the room was still. As soon as she makes eye contact with him she opens her mouth to a scream and suddenly bursts into flames. At this point, the clocks show 3:13 and sleep is gone. Nothing changed in his dreams, nothing until tonight, it wasn’t really a change but rather an addition. He was standing in front of a large and old house to which he was drawn to by a strange feeling, upon entering he was suddenly in the stone room and the woman in front of him. 3:13 again.

Due to many interesting skills acquired ever the years he decided to concentrate on the details of the dream. Oner next several nights he was drawing what he saw in the vision. that’s what he thought of it as normal dreams don’t repeat themselves so often in such detail. For the first two nights he was sketching the woman from the dream in a way that many artists would be proud of. It took him another 3 nights to note most of the symbols on the walls, they were strange, upon studying them he determined they are most likely ancient Sumerian, unfortunately, he did not know the meaning of them, in fact, there are not many people left knowing ancient Sumerian.

The house was easy to draw, so easy he didn’t need to strain himself to remember the details. It was after he was finished that he realised it was his house. Not the one he was currently living in but one he owns in Europe. Without hesitation, he decided to go, packed his bag and made a mysteriously short call to book his plane. Which sounded as follows when heard from only one side. “Hello… it’s me, Mithra… I’m going to Norway, the usual… tonight.. thanks.”

It was midnight when Mithra arrived in Norway, the taxi took another 30 minutes. Finally, he was standing with a bag over his shoulder looking at the house he was seeing in his dreams every night for almost two weeks, the only house on the long and dark street. His eyes narrowed and his heartbeat raised slightly, the light upstairs was on when it definitely shouldn’t. Mithra stopped by the large and certainly heavy front door, he was about to grab the handle when he suddenly heard the sound.

Next up is Enni so check how she will continue the story, I hope the challenge is not too hard. After Enni it will be Amanda. Leave comments on the stories if you want to join us, I will repost all parts on my blog so it is easy to find them in one place. Also, rules I didn’t mention, it can be short or as long as you like. You can change it in any way you like as long as there is a main character. If you want to kill Mithra you need to create a new main character beforehand.

I have an idea for you all.

I had this idea recently that sounds fun in theory but is likely to fail as not many people read this blog. I was thinking of interacting with other bloggers to create a story together. It would work as a way to get out of your writer’s block, sometimes out of your comfort zone, and an exercise and a challenge in one. In my head, it would ideally work with more than two people.

Let me explain this simple idea. I would come up with a random story with a cliffhanger on my blog, then if you want to participate, you leave a comment that you want to continue it next. If more than one person wants to participate than we have to set the order who is first. Because every story would be left on a cliffhanger, you would have freedom of changing its direction in any way you like. You can twist the story in any way you like as long as some elements stay consistent. When you are done remember to live links to all the parts and another person continues. The challenge in it is to be able to continue someone else story. Every writer would have his own view of the certain world and could change the genre of story in each part.

For example,

We have a certain character walking through an abandoned town at night, at some point he comes to a large and grim-looking house when he hears a woman screaming from within, without hesitation he charges to kick down the door and when it swings open… (my part end and next person picks up and if he likes he can twist it as such) With the force of the kick he tumbled through the doorway, but instead of falling on the hard wooden floor he expected he felt grass underneath him, upon looking around he realised he was in a forest. But he just kicked the door into the house, when he turned around there was whats left of the door and through it, he saw the dark street of the town but here he was among the woods with the sun shining.

Then that person evolves the story to some flexible point that the next author picks up the take us further. Do you get the idea? To simplify and recap you read a story, then pick it up where it left off, choose whether you stick with the theme or completely twist it and then drop it somewhere for the next person to pick up. At the end, we all should have some great story to read with a lot of plot twists.

So if you think that it sounds like something you would like to try then please leave a comment so we can start it. If not then maybe someone will take this idea and use it on a more active blog.