Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 8 Ⓧ

Terror and pain coursed through aching veins. The heart pumped blood slower than it should be originally, struggling to produce as much blood as it would. This pain, all of it... this searing pain that antagonized the body, couldn't possibly be explained in any words. Although, one might say that this pain was hell. Sore arms lifted up, spreading out towards the dull, grey ceiling above. Colorless hands spread out, folded in, and then spread out again. The arms fell down abruptly, sinking into a plush blood red colored comforter. "What-" A strained voice croaked out, immediately cutting off to be replaced by awful coughing. The room was lit just barely by a dim light that emitted from a gothic lamp on a wooden stand. The wooden stand was mounted to the left of a large bed, the bed that had the deeply colored red comforter and now motionless body.

The bed was practically the only thing visible to an eye in the room, minus the lamp itself and some of the pale ceiling and flooring. In the bed lied the pallid body which was still, with the exception of the slow rising and falling under the comforter. An hour passed, and upon that another as well did so. After those two hours, the ashen form that lies dormant under the comforter unexpectedly shoots up, taking in deep breaths erratically. As fresh crimson blood streams from anywhere it can in the body, its heart is beating much more rapidly than before. That's when the figure begins to produce bloodcurdling screams, those that could be related to a banshee's. The long chains of shrieks start cutting off into smaller ones, hushing more and more as time passed. Finally, the screeches die out altogether, turning into whimpers and soft cries.

"Can't someone help me?!" The still pale person hollers out, wiping blood from under the eyes. The eyes flash with sorrow and abandonment, not at all seeming to be those of a normal being's. The left eye seems normal at first until you perceive the bright red iris; as for the other eye belonging to the right, the whole sclera is red-orange and instead of having a pupil and iris, just has a dark colored circle with an 'X' through it. Faded, thin arms throw the heavy comforter off and onto the monochrome colored tiles. The body reveals to be unclothed, every inch drained of color. The figure exposes itself as that of a female's. This thin, dull skinned female swings her legs over the side of the bed. She hops down off of it, breathing irregularly while rubbing her arms with both hands. She narrows her eyes, trying to make out what was against the wall; well, not that it's even a wall. There's a brass door knob that glows softly due to the little bit of light.

The girl twists the knob, pulling it out, looking at the contents behind. The door exhibited behind it a closet, only consisting four hangers with different clothing. One hanger held a dark black hoodie and another hanger held a shady grey tank top. The third hanger gripped cloudy black jeans and the last hanger a bra and panties, both a deep red satin material. The female quickly grabs the hanger with the underwear, taking them off quickly and slipping them onto her, releasing a breath. She then proceeded to dress herself in the rest of the clothing, staring a bit at the hoodie before putting it on. She walked back over to the bed, placing her hands on the mattress, which was covered in a soft grey bedsheet. A sigh escaped the girl's lips as she glanced behind her, looking more to the other side of the wall. She then spotted a door.

She turned quickly on her heels, heading over to the door. This one's knob was curved out, one of the one's that you would push down and pull. And that is exactly what she did to open the door; push down and pull. She walked out of the room, finding herself in a hall that only had a little more light than the room. She blinked her unique eyes a few times, allowing them time to regulate themselves to the small change in the lighting. Looking to her right down the hallway, the girl spotted a door that was opened slightly, showing that behind it was only pitch black. She curiously walked over to the door, pushing it open fully. Her hand felt around on the wall, searching for the switch that would illuminate this room; sure enough, she found the switch. She flicked it up, instantly closing her eyes as the lights turned on. She waited a couple of minutes with her left hand over her eyes. After those minutes, she removed her hand, stepping into the room and closing the light wooden door. Her feet had abandoned the warm dark oak wooden flooring of the hall, sliding onto the pleasingly cold white tile of the new room. She glanced around the room, instantly recognizing it as a bathroom. There was a standard white porcelain toilet against the wall ahead of her, and a combined shower and tub to the left from that.