I was driving through a desolate town with short yet quaint basic white suburban houses lining the empty streets. There was a small children's park filled with everything a child could want to play on but no one was there. Just the wind, me and my car.
The feeling of isolation started to creep into my head but I pushed it aside due to the excited feeling that came with moving houses. As I was passing what could only be described as an old abandoned church the wind whistled a high pitched song every note slowly deafening me and enchanting me, coaxing me to go forward.
The thing came into view, a massive, deep, grimy pit. It had the slightest scent of death and sadness to it, the dreary aroma hung in the air waiting for something to happen, as if it knew something was going to happen. It was situated in the middle of the road and corroded away a bit of the concrete making it a grotesque mouldy green colour. making it nearly impossible to get past it in my car so I got out, not just to go around it but also to investigate this mysterious hole, but as I looked up from getting out of my car it vanished into thin air. And the wind turned silent, everything stood still, there was no sound. No movement. Even the sky just sat and watched.
I stared at the floor knowing what or where it was or if it was even real. Am i.. hallucinating? In the ground at the centre of where the pit was... or where it should have been was a singular dark hand-print. It looked as if it was beckoning me into the pit from the Inside, as if it was asking me to join it in the hellish hole that It resided in. The longer I stared at this hand the Tighter my chest got. I felt my heartbeat racing as my stomach Churned and my head began to fog up. A splitting pain runs down my back and through my soul. I became nauseous, almost keeling over and throwing up. I slowly retreat into my mind trying to fight to stay sane. I was standing, refusing to move towards the beckoning hand. as I was about to move Closer I was ripped out of my hypnotised state, it felt as if I had been staring at that hand print for years I looked at the pale, bony, frightening hand that had a grasp of my shoulder,
Following the arm up I saw a ringleader outfit but the person wearing it had no face, the faceless head was staring blankly at me. Where its eyes should have been were flaming balls of fire burning into my soul. as if it wanted me to say something.
Looking at that... thing I felt my knees become weak and my knowledge of the world I once knew began to slowly shatter. My thoughts eventually caught up to me and I screamed at the ghostly ringleader as loud as I physically could with a pitch that only animals could hear. I didn't know how else to respond to the situation at hand. My mind was racing with pictures of the pit and the faceless ring leader. My screams continued until my throat hurt. After about an eternity of on and off screaming I stopped to take a breath and recollect myself. As I looked up lots and lots and lots of eyes came into view all of them silently judging and ridiculing my very existence as a human and they gave me a cold shiver down my spine but it didn't feel right, it felt controlled as if my body was being told to shiver. A loud low voice rang in my ears 'you need to leave, you need to leave, you need to leave,' it got faster and faster as it carried on. I felt a constricting feeling in my neck and my vision went blurry, I fell to the ground clutching my ears. the voice suddenly stopped and then it screamed 'WAKE UP!' I slowly stood up and looked around 'what?' my voice barely whispers. I felt a cold hand shake my shoulders 'IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP...'
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A/N heyyy!!! i hope you enjoyed the first part! i have been writing this for ages and have decided to put it up here, this is most likely gonna be the longest chapter but i hope it was a good one.
please please please tell me if their are any mistakes or if it doesn't makes sense.
i need to edit the rest of it so i will probably post the next part later or next week. hehe
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Amnesia.
Mystery / ThrillerHEAVILY inspired by the Magnus Archives!!! (it's like a mash of a ton of different things) how would you feel if you woke up in a hospital with limited memories, and the only memories you do have are patchy and distorted, as if they were being alte...
