Mist's Horrorverse

late night

I sit at the table and take a sip of my tea and look out the window. The wind blows the trees back and forth, and the radio plays its music softly. the wind creates a howl that soothes me.

As I let the calm wash over me I realize that my tea is already finished.

I stand up and walk towards the teapot and pour myself another cup of tea. As I do I catch something in the corner of my vision outside of the window.

I spin around to look at it and it's nothing, my overactive mind playing tricks on my eyes.

I go back to making my tea and thinking about tomorrow, what I'll eat, what I'll do in the morning. When I finish making my tea I walk back to my table and sit down.

I set down my cup and tune the radio to the news and turn the volume up. The static hisses but soon turns into an audible voice. " -rain will last for a few hours, it doesn't seem to be of a flood risk though."

I take a sip of my tea, letting its warmth radiate through me. "A reminder to you all, the Vanbrook Burgler is still on the streets so lock your doors people."

I didn't think much about it, I'm pretty far from Vanbrook so I should be fine. I instinctively look to my door and see the deadbolt I installed a few months ago keeping the door locked. A reminder that I still need to keep myself in check, lest my brain gets the better of me and causes spur-of-the-moment changes.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a pill bottle, and take the dose my doctor told me to take.

I close my eyes and yawn, stretching my limbs widely. I get up and finish my tea, put it in the sink, and grab my radio to take into my bedroom.

I walk into the hallway and flip the light switch, nothing happens. The light stays off. My eyes scan the darkness, fear grips me. I changed that bulb yesterday.

Wait... No, I changed the kitchen lightbulb, I forget that the pill takes a bit of time to work. I pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight and walk to the end of the hall, towards my bedroom.

As I walk past the bathroom I catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I turn around quickly and shine the light inside. For a split second, I swear I could see a figure standing there. Only then does it disappear?

I nearly dropped my phone and radio, my breath hitched in my throat. What was that?

I could feel my heart rate spike and my hands were shaking.

"No, calm down. Your okay." I say to calm myself down. After all, the brain is a tricky thing. It does stuff like this.

I walk towards my door, facing the bathroom just in case, some part of me still convinced what I saw was real.

I open the door and walk in, set the radio down on the nightstand, and sit on the bed. Just trying to calm my breathing down a bit more before I sleep. "All is calm, nothing wrong in the world now. Just breathe" Is the mantra that goes through my head.

I open the bedroom door and get ready for bed, I put the radio on the end table and fix my bed. After I finish I walk into my bathroom to brush my teeth.

I grab my toothbrush and stand over the sink, peering into it. next to the drain, nearly washed away but unmistakable was a few drops of blood. I tried to rationalize it, maybe I cut myself shaving earlier. No, I haven't shaved in a few days, that can't be it.

I tried so hard to rationalize it away, but I couldn't. I stared at myself in the mirror, mentally falling apart. Its like a domino effect, one brick falls and the rest come cascading down.

But then, in the corner of my eye, I see it, a shadow duck out of view and out of the bathroom. I turn around quickly and watch the doorway intensely. "It's ok, just breathe." I chant as I walk towards it, "It's Not Real." I say as I go through the doorway.

The bedrooms are empty, everything as it should be. I walk towards the bed.

A flash of static goes through my mind and the back of my eyes. I stumble and fall to my knees. I try to stand and it happens again, but worse. I stifle a scream of pain, it feels like someone digging hundreds of thousands of needles into my brain.

The static starts to appear in my vision, the room is blurred and hazed by it. I clench my head in pain as I see something underneath my bed.

A hand. It's then followed by a second. 

The Static is constant, the pain neverending, and this thing is causing it. 

It starts crawling out of the darkness, I can't make out any details, just a haze of static. It speaks to me, its voice burning inside my skull.

Its words were unrecognizable, not even legible. but their intentions clear as day. It needs me, it's chosen me.  

Im writing to you all, I need to get this out there. today is the day before Halloween, its slumbering. Waiting for tommorow,

 I come to you all because no one else would believe me. After all, who would believe a paranoid schizophrenic?