The forbidden diary

The forbidden diary- Part 2

Chapter 2

When fear crawls towards the bed

She awoke frightened from the nightmarish dream she experienced, as droplets of sweat coated her face and her white pale skin resembled a ghost but realized that what she dreamed was actually the truth and that she almost perished if it wasn't for the sheer luck of surviving to tell the tale. As she rose from her mattress, she looked around with a worried expression from a sense of danger she had felt moments before, the room was littered with silence and a gloomy feeling of isolation struck her as she walked towards the dresser as she heard a munching sound coming from behind it, and the closer she got to it, the louder it became. The chewing sound got uncomfortably strange as if a toddler was consuming meat and crouching bones while making noises from its own feet. As she began to descend beneath the clothes, she noticed an obnoxious monster with big eyes and a gaping mouth that reached its shoulders. It sent a shock through her head as she tried to comprehend the strangeness of the monster, but then the creature rose from the ground and walked towards her, stumbling about until it reached her face, whitelist gloomy cried wept of horror she had never felt before. The monster was only an inch away from Gloomy's face, smiling furiously and squinted its eyes, ready to laugh at her situation. She awakened from her nightmare, unsure of reality and whether or not the thing was still alive, and terrified that her world was changing every day since the day she found the dairy. She staggered about when she awoke from her nightmare due to the excruciating migraine, she experienced the instant she awoke from her slumber, but the pain remained more and stronger with each step she made. as she rose up next to her dresser to look in the mirror to see what time had done to her, she discovered that her life began to fade as the years became harsher and more difficult with her aged body. She stared into the abyss of her eyes, only to find herself chained with shekels of regrets and resentments, a psychopathic grudge for how lonely she felt over the years, unable to find someone to call a friend, and the harsh reality of her choice that the house is rotting from the inside and her with it, but she ignored that fact to control her utter despair and sadness that would bubble up if she opened the door for those emotions to crawl from As she continued to meditate in front of the mirror, she caught sight of something behind her with a crooked smile on its face, but it vanished as soon as she turned her head towards it. She was terrified and turned to her left and right, hoping to discover the person who had followed her, but there was no one else in the room save herself. She proceeded quietly to her bedside drawer on the left, where she found her old journal, which was now dusty because she hadn't written in it in years, since she had moved into this house. The home Gloomy had resided in was living sentience that slowly devoured her life until she was nothing but bones. As she read her journal, she was deep in meditation when she heard a cracking sound on the floor from the ground floor, as if someone else was also in the home. She shielded herself from danger by holding a small iron black rod. The room was dark as she went downstairs, and the only light source was from the windows, which reflected the moon's blue light, although not every portion of the home was illuminated. She tiptoed her way to the living room, holding the rod firmly to her breast with shivers running down her spine with each step. She discovers the chimney's fire burning, emitting an unusual greenish radiance that was neither warming nor chilling. as she slowly approached the fireplace to turn it off, the fire dimmed by itself quickly and a windy whisper blew from it, and the whispers belong to one person. the whispers became louder and clearer, till the noise creepily came from behind. Her eyes twitched with tears as they poured like rain, and her legs trembled as she slowly twisted her entire body to see nothing but blackness. Unknown and gibberish whispers began to fill her ears as they teleport from every corner of the Livingroom, till the whispers were inches from her face, and cold bloody air poured out of those whispers, filling the home with the aroma of cold and blood. Gloomy couldn't see properly in the dark without the moon's bright light, which illuminated various regions and corners of the home. The voices soon ceased, but the aroma lingered in the air and made her feel ill and ready to vomit due to the powerful scent. Gloomy started walking towards the stairs to get to her room, but the foreboding feeling of being watched came over her and made her suspicious as she peered in every direction, terrified by the thought that it may be her hallucinations playing tricks on her head. Every fiber in her body tingled with fear as she felt the crocked hands touch her shoulders, while its grime teeth got closer to her left cheek "prepare the hellish fire of this cursed house, for I shall open the gates of hell to devour your sinful soul" it whispered into her ears with a voice so abnormally yet disturbingly natural as it's deeper than any normal creature she had witnessed in her life. She moved her head to her right shoulder, terrified that there was someone behind her, but all she saw was complete blackness. The only source of light she could feel came from her chamber's small candle that was small bug brightened enough for her to see clearly, but as the light came out from a small window of the chamber's door, she glanced downstairs, it was nothing but blackness, which made her feel uneasy as she continued gazing into the abyss that was her bottom floor, believing that there were distinctions between day and night. A chill ran through her body as she imagined someone down there locking its gaze on her as she began back unknowingly. In the midst of her terrifying thoughts, she hastened to open her chamber's door as she was terrified by her hallucinations. In a panic, she thrust the door creating a loud sound that echoed through the house, but soon pushed the door roughly to close it to not let in whatever was outside of her room. She waited there waiting for noise or something to cause her to act, but there was none as if there was no one inside her house save herself. Her heart skipped a beat and almost leaped through her chest cavity owing to the nauseating sense that someone was undoubtedly in the house, but she didn't want to find out. She took hesitant steps to the back, holding her chest to try to calm her pulse rate, till she crashed against the bed behind her, and the lights faded, and the moonlight shone through the window, but it wasn't enough to see the coroners clearly. She leaped on her bed, which made a screaming sound due to tiny sections of the bed's base being so antique. While she was in a state of fear, she noticed that the door to her chamber had been opened, and foreboding darkness crept from the door's borders. She ran out of her bed but tripped to the floor and banged her head hard, causing her forehead to bleed slightly, and then got up to lock the door right after she stood up again. She noticed bright red eyes in the dark seconds before the door closed entirely but dismissed them as hallucinations due to her fear of being alone in the dead of night. As the hours passed and the sleepless gloomy effortlessly sought to sleep, her thoughts were flooded with the red crimson eyes that began at her and later as her eyes slowly drifted bringing her to deep blissful slumber. Her eyes opened as they began to form what appeared to be dark crimson clouds concealing the sky from the stars; moments later, she awoke to find herself in an empty broad field of wheat that spanned miles and miles of the area she was in. As she panicked, believing she must have died, but later on she turned her head swiftly to see and intensity of a red crimson sun as it was closer to the sky, extremally close to the surface of the earth, and almost scorching everything. The sun's burning red light penetrated every sentient beginning's skin, yet as the sun's flames danced around the dazzling spherical sun, gloomy rose up from the ground, her eyes staring at the red sun as it began to grow larger, unable to move. A mysterious dark huge figure stood in the middle of the field, shady cast over gloomy, pointing at the sun as it grew bigger and bigger in the dream. Gloomy sought to flee the heat of the sun, but he couldn't escape it as it flung its fire, burning every wheat in the field to ashes, and the dark figure vanished with it. the flames began to eat gloomy's legs with its red crimson fire, whilst screams of agony can be heard from miles away as gloomy frantically tried to dime the fire but was unable to, till she turned to dust that hovered through the midst of the sky. She leaped from her bed with a banshee-like scream, awoke from her nightmares terrified out of her mind, and quickly searched around her. The night was still young as the moon's dazzling blue light illuminated the room and the wind howled weakly through the window openings. She exhaled hard as she gazed at the door, frightened to find that it was wide open, but she couldn't move her legs because she was scared and fatigued from the nightmare. She eventually got up to lock the door, fearing that the figure could have waited for her to approach the door, and she returned to her bed and tried to sleep again. As her eyelids closed once more, the door slowly closed with crimson eyes staring at gloomy one more before closing, and she fell into a deep slumber. As a group of ravens swooped aloft in the sky, signaling the arrival of fall with its haunting yet beautiful atmosphere, the dawn shined as its golden sphere rises to light the field of grass, and the wind sings its final melodies before falling into slumber. Gloomy awoke with a searing headache, as she struggled to understand whether what had happened the day before was real or just a dream. She walked out of her bedroom among stacks and mounds of antiquities and studied papers on ancient history. The floor was a combination of mud and books, and the walls were covered in vines from the mushroom house's gills, which were slowly dying as the years passed. Gloomy was numb to time as the days passed since she couldn't plan her job routine. She was scared that one day she would not recognize the area where she had spent her entire life. She pondered these things as she wandered deep into her thoughts, wondering whether a life of seclusion was a choice rather than an option, yet even with all of the misery and loneliness she had faced, she adored her life of solitude, being obsessed with adventure, and discovering the treasures of the past that humans had left behind after they died of greed. Loneliness had been a part of her life since she came into the mushroom house and when everyone else fled the field because of the haunting forest just a few miles away. Gloomy walked outdoors to wash her laundry and dry the bed linens, and the field where she resided became breezy yet disturbingly quiet for an outdoor area. The birds stopped singing, but the ravens continued to gurgle loudly as it echoed around the meadow. A strange feeling gloomy had felt was the sudden nostalgia of the redness of the sky, as if it had stopped at sunset and never moved. The world or the place gloomy inhabited began to sleep and left her alone, and the sensation of terror crawled from beneath gloomy's spine as she began the view in front of her staring at the infinite crimson sea filled with nothing, but pleasant sounds made by the wind. As she gazed into the abyss of the red sea, she noticed a dark figure stood abstractly in the midst of the red grass, observing her from afar, evoked a feeling of anxiety and discomfort for her. The figure stood there, not moving or doing anything that caused Gloomy to react, but the sense of the nightmarish scenarios surged into Gloomy's mind as she folded the clothing laundry and entered the home. The strange abstract between the figure and the field of grass produced a noticeable contrast between them, that made it artistically appealing for the eyes, yet the uncomfortable sensation of danger as no one lived near the mushroom home except the Woods' inhabitants that were preparing for the winter. As she went close to the house's door and a sudden wind rushed forming small grayish clouds covering pits of the sky, and there was the shadowy figure standing in the midst of the grass field as it stared at gloomy calmly as she entered the mushroom house. She closed the door behind her as she lowered her head out of tiredness and numbness, unable to look around her house out of disgust at the life she ended up in and how isolated and lonely she had become. Gloomy was in the midst of her thoughts about her day, about the dreams she had recently, and about the shadowy figure that had been following her since she read that diary when a leaf flew above her so elegantly as if it was performing for her, but then came more leaves that were also dancing elegantly. A sensation of understanding seized Gloomily and caused her to turn her head towards the door, and there was the dark figure standing there menacingly at the door monitoring her response, but Gloomy couldn't move a nerve of her body till the figure slowly approached her. while the sound of the wind quietly howled, and its footsteps crush the papers creating an unrealistic feeling of terror. Gloomy's veins tinged with dread as the figure approached her till, they met eye to eye, and as the figure stood there observing her from a close distance, she noticed something odd about the figure's hollow shape, as if it were a ghost, so she stared at the broken mirror to realize that the figure wasn't there. She pondered within herself, trying to figure out if she was having a nightmare or if it was something else beyond her grasp to comprehend the duality of her predicament. The figure departs from her view as the wind abruptly stopped at the instant the figure vanishes, leaving her with a sense of relief but coming with it a sense of fear. Gloomy became hysterical as the shadowy figure entered her mind and made her fear every corner of her own home, to a level that she looked all over for the figure and even traced her footsteps near the excavation of the old ruins as she sprinted towards the ruins, the wind howled from behind her and leaves curled in the air, and the trees coiled in strange forms as if stopping her from accessing its borders, so she had to fight her way into the ruins. The ruins remained the same, but what was changed was the horrible sense of dread and worry coursing through her veins. She turned around to see where the dark figure was following her, but it was as if it wasn't there. The day was coming to an end, she walked back home, aimless and disoriented after the terror she had witnessed the day before, to think about what had transpired to her. The open field of grass created an ominous sensation due to its rich red colours and tallness, but with the figure wandering through it, it was a terrible notion. The nights during fall always brought a sense of fear but also questioning the nature of what lays behind, and those who had lived to see the next day were imprinted with fear as a

reminder that mother nature is not just kind and beautiful, but also a concealed dark that rests far above our reach to fathom its oddness. Gloomy wanted to sleep after a long and stressful night's day opened, but eh peace never lasted as the wind-blasted inside her chamber opened the windows and along with the crackling sound of the hardwood floor coming from stairs near the door. The crackling sound of the floor echoed through the house with each step the noise made, and the closer it got, the more frightened gloomy became till it grabbed the door's nob, trying to twist it but fortunately was locked. The thing at the door tried to open the door by force, creating scary noises of hammering at the door almost breaking it, and with the sound of the wind and the pounding of the door formed an unrealistic nightmare gloomy as she clenched her blanket so forcefully almost ripping it apart. Things had calmly stopped, and the pounding sound eventually ceased as the sun began to rise to beam its crimson light inside the dismal chamber, putting an end to the living nightmare and letting the night sleep. Another slumber and another hole she slipped into as the blood-red sun faded away from her, but this time there was no shouting or wailing since she had given up on them because they didn't improve anything. As she plunged into the abyss, a figure appeared outside the hole and stared at her as she was in the abyss. Gloomy felt something unusual about the dream she is in and realized she wasn't falling but floating in the pit she was in. stranded in the center of the abyss, unable to return to the surface or fall and wake up, and as time passed, she crawled and began to tear her eyes. As she got out of bed, a chilling sweat fell down her brow, to find herself in front of the broken mirror, eyes as lifeless as the sea and lips as frightful and frigid as the ice cube. She sobbed from the tragedy of her existence, wept from the isolation and loneliness she felt throughout the years and pounded the dressing table in pure anguish at the fact that the shadow figure still pursued her every time she felt more comfortable. She sat inside her closet with an old, molded photo she had taken from her bedside drawer, which displayed her parents standing in front of the mushroom house. As she slid into her wooden closet, which she had built when her parents were there, she fantasized of moments when she enjoyed laughter, times when she dreaded feeling sad, and times when she feared being furious. Her parents were a part of her soul, but they had neglected the one thing she had desired, and that was their love, as she remembered them as neglectful even though they kept her alive, but without love, she had faddily forgotten that she possessed emotion and had become nothing more than an entity that lust for her approval from shadows that were once alive. She rose from the closet, making a loud cracking sound as she opened the door, and proceeded to walk towards her bed, falling into a deep slumber to forget the feeling she had just felt and the anguish she had gone through.