My Writing

HALLOWEEN THEMED THING

SUP MFS IM BACK AND I AM CAFFINATED ANYWAY WE HAD TO WRITE THIS THING FOR ENGLISH BC ITS HALLOWEEN SOON AND WE HAD TO INCLUDE A COUPLE OF WORDS FROM THE VOCAB LIST AND I KIND OF GOT CARRIED AWAY AJD WROTE 1029 HALLOWEEN THEMED WORDS ANYWAY HERE IT IS

Um should I put a tw? Blood, ghosts, kind of insanitary but not heaps

Twas' a dark Hallows' Eve, all the land lit only by moonlight. A haunting wail was carried on the wind. I stumbled blindly through the moor, propelled by an unseen force which chilled me to the bone. Glancing to either side of me, I sighted an ominous figure in the shadow. They seemed not to walk but rather drift, sliding across the earth as their tattered cloak faded into the ground. On my dire quest to reach the forest before they reach me, a sinister apparition drew up from the ground, and with a wretched cackle flew around me with the wind. I gave up my sprint; a fruitless task.

The ghoul zoomed behind me and then back again just as fast: I felt a chill as if I'd never be warm again and the creature picked me up in a hex and carried me with it. I let out a piercing scream that carried far. They flew me through the forest and we reached a clearing with an entrance to a cave. The creature threw me down the narrow entrance to the cave and I tumbled with a thud and a screech into it.

Snapping my eyes open, I frantically glanced around the cave for the way out (which I couldn't find), but I was distracted by the bewitching beauty of the space. It was grotesque, gory, evil, but it was beautiful. Human skulls sat on shelves of rock on the sides of the cave, each with a candle on the inside which made them glow and shimmer stunningly. There was a slight aroma of roses and something metallic.... blood. It was on the walls, splattered so finely one might think it was just how the rock was made up. Tentatively I walked forward, reaching out to touch one of the dots. My finger came away sticky red with the half-dry liquid.

I presume the initial shock of everything had begun to wear off, as I started to breathe shallowly, opening and closing my mouth with tears welling up. I needed to get out of this grim place before I became part of the decoration. But I couldn't. I sat down on the floor sobbing, just wishing that the creature would come back and end it all.

It didn't. I sat there on the ground for so long that I fell asleep, still gripping my legs in a desperate attempt to try to hold myself together. I woke up after an undefined period of time, and all was the same as before. Days and nights passed - not that I could tell the difference - and I spent most of this time sleeping - to pass time and try to restore energy I've lost from the lack of food.

The candles in the skulls somehow kept burning all the time I was in there, and the blood on the walls stayed sticky. There was blood on the floor too, so now I am red. I carved a notch on the wall each time I woke up - it is probably inaccurate considering how much I slept and that I had no way to tell how long I had slept for.

Somehow, despite lack of water or food, I stayed alive indefinitely. I want it to end. I began to forget things from before - small memories which I knew everybody should have but I for some reason didn't: people I knew I knew, but I didn't remember them, important events of childhood, and so on. It was very scary.

Sometimes things appeared and I didn't know if they're real or phantasms - the candles burned so low that the shadows turned to faces and claws and wings. I woke up once to the bubbling of a cauldron stirred by two witches with long black claws made of shadows and permanent sneers. They walked through the walls and back again with strange ingredients for the potion, seeming to shift as they did so. They walked through me too as if I wasn't there. They kept stirring and adding things to the cauldron for hours until finally the smell was so bad that I passed out. When I woke up everything was quiet except for the soft dripping of blood from the ceiling. There was no evidence of the spilled potion, no odour, and no footprints in the blood. Once I was surrounded by a thick flock of bats that flew around me and screeched viscously, creating tiny cuts all over my body and blood which faded before it hit the ground. An atrocious monster was standing the corner of the room one day when I awoke, just staring at me. I stared back. It spoke to me for hours, sometimes yelling, and I came back with poetic, dark, and beautiful words. It was a bit rude and had a dour sense of humour, but I was glad to have some conversation and sad when it faded. There's been others too, many others.

I've been here for so long now (at least I think I have), that I'm not sure anymore if I'm alive or dead. I don't quite remember anything outside of the cave, I just know I came from somewhere with creatures of my own type. It was nice. But I like it here. It's quite boring sometimes, so I fill the empty time with drawings in the blood which gradually drip away, sleeping, and conversations with the world.

I remember hearing about dreams, but I don't have them. That's okay though, because I fear if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell the real from the imagined, and anyway, I get frequent visits. I like the things which visit me, most of them are comforting now that I'm used to it, even the ones I once were scared of like yelling, and blood. I don't really know anything about who I am, was, or what anyone or anything else is, but I like it here. There's always a routine. There's a lot of time to think, and I haven't cried since shortly after I arrived here. I hope that I can stay. I like it here.