Small Spaces >Bril<

1: The Ghost Behind The Curtain.

The wind howled and rushed past the window, scurrying around the outside of the house. The sky was a cloudy grey, and the air smelt like fresh rain. The world felt still except for the soft but steady stir of the wind outside. No one would ever think that today would be such a significant day, but little did they know...

Brian woke up to the sound of a loud, obnoxious beeping echoing in his room. His eyes were unfocused and blurry. As he tried to focus on the object making the noise, he realized that his room was very bright. While he tried to adjust his eyes to the blinding light, he was hit with a bad headache. The pain in his skull disoriented him further, along with the continuous ringing in his ears. He reached around towards his night stand listlessly, fumbling around objects. Brian finally located the source of the awful noise and slammed his hand on the snooze button.

As Brian's eyes fully adjusted to the light from his two now opened windows, he took in the sight of his room. The windows were on the right wall of the room, right next to the door. The two big windows had small patterns on the edges and dark blue curtains that had been pulled wide open. The sky was polluted with light grey clouds, but splotches of sunlight still managed to peak through. Brian's bed was in the far left corner of the room, a desk and dresser a few feet away in front of it next to the wall. The soft, smooth sheets that wrapped around the surface of the bed were deep red, with little triangle patterns filling the cloth. Near the bed Brian was placed in, was a desk not too far away from him.The desk was a dark maroon colored wood. The surface of the desk was completely obscured by the mess on top of it. Objects clutter every corner on the desk and underneath the desk as well. Ranging from rubix cubes to lost toothbrushes. Next to the messy desk was a dresser. A deep reddish brown stained furniture. Many of the drawers were opened, contents either messily stuffed inside or strewn around the floor. Underneath all the piles of misplaced clothing was a colorful rug on top of hardwood flooring. The rug had many intricate designs etched out across it. Little diamond patterns had covered the whole rug, and stripes dissected the shapes. Warm colors ran through the fabric, infecting the rug with vibrancy.

His room was somewhat cluttered, objects scattered around the room. Even though his room was in disarray, Brian couldn't care less. Right now, all he could think of was his dream. The one that he had thankfully been awoken from by his alarm clock.

He really didn't want to remember his most recent memory from what this dream originated from, but it happened anyway. The Smiling Man's face pushed its way through Brian's clouded thoughts. He remembered the feeling of his cold hands that had free range all over his body. Brian remembered the screams for help that echoed from his own mouth. Suddenly, a shadow emerged from his peripheral vision. This really jolted him out of whatever place he had gone in his mind. The smile the man had on his face scared Brian, the way the man's eyes hadn't seemed to be affected by the smile. The man's twisted laugh, it seemed to echo infinitely through his mind. Brian shuddered. His room seemed suddenly so cold to Brian.

In the corner of his eye, near his curtains, Brian thought he saw something move. He jolted up and out of bed, staggering towards the wall furthest from the window. Brian was breathing fast, glancing around wildly. The curtain was moved by the slight breeze coming from an open crack from the window. Finally, he realized this and tried to calm his fast beating heart. He also realized that he started to hyperventilate when he backed himself up to the wall. While steadying his breathing, Brian walked slowly to the curtain. As he advanced towards the curtain, a knock came from his door.