Randomly Writing Stuff

Nightmare Pen

(A/N): So I had this weird dream a few days ago where my sister and I found a strange pen in her room. Whenever I held it, I suddenly couldn't see, hear, or feel anything. It was really creepy. So what better idea than write a short story based on the idea?! :D

It wasn't special; at least, it didn't appear to be. The simple pen was entirely crimson, except for a black grip made of rubber wrapped around it near the tip. Weeks had passed as it lay on the school library floor, going unnoticed by all who walked past it. Everyone acted as though there was nothing there.

One freshman girl, however, saw it while retrieving a book from the bottom shelf. The pen was a bit scratched and battered by now, but the girl was still compelled to take it. She wanted to write her new novel with the worn writing utensil. So, she took it, and waited until she was home to write.

Late that night, she got her journal and turned on a lamp over her desk. Inspecting the crimson pen once more, she discovered writing on it that wasn't there before. It said:

For the writer~

First comes darkness

With shadows of red.

Then comes silence

And finally, death.

The tiny inscription left an unsettling message, but the girl simply addressed it as a sick joke. Opening to the right page of her notebook, she began writing the first chapter of her novel. The pen wrote in thick ink the same crimson color as its casing. It might've been better to use it for editing, but it looked good enough.

Two hours later, she was nearly finished. As she ended the last sentence, her work area became darker. Focusing on the lighting, the girl could tell it was flickering and becoming dimmer, making the room darker than it already was. She rose from her seat to ask her parents about the problem. When she reached the door, however, she found that it was locked and stuck. The girl stayed by the door so as not to hurt herself in the lack of light. Just before the room was bathed in complete darkness, she thought she saw the silhouette of a person in the far corner.

Then the singing began.

"First comes darkness, with shadows of red," it sang. The tenebrosity closed in on the girl, rendering her incapable of seeing anything but the eerie shadows surrounding her. Their red eyes and wide, psychotic grins bore into her, holding her in the suffocating grip of helplessness.

"Then comes silence," it continued. The world went quiet. The girl could hear nothing; not even her own breathing. Each passing second in the dead air brought her even closer to going mad.

"And finally..."

She couldn't take it anymore. Unable to see, hear, or feel, and on the brink of insanity, the girl sang the last word with the mysterious voice.

"Death!"

She was soon dead, pen in hand, fear and hysteria still lingering in her otherwise empty gaze.

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Sunlight shone through the window, waking her from her restless sleep.

"Good," she said to herself. "Just a creepy nightmare."

Stretching, she rose from her bed and got ready to go to the library with her mother and little sister as they'd previously planned.

The girl was searching the shelves for her favorite book when her sister hopped in front of her, holding out a red object. The older of the two raised an eyebrow, and the other answered her silent question.

"I found a cool pen!"  

(A/N): Eh...
That, uh...
That got pretty dark.

*badum tss* :D
High five! Anybody?
Nobody?
Alright.

But I swear this turned out darker than intended. I think I just got carried away. Not sure if I should be proud of that. Also, if you see the second picture I've put above (I made a slideshow on gickr to put it there! Thanks to jewel1307 for writing a tutorial for people to know how), you can see just about how much editing I did in this. Should I be sad I had so many things to fix, or proud that I fixed it up to make it better? If the edits made it better.

Did you like it? Did you not? How did you feel reading it? I must know all! So comment and tell me! :)

LUV Y'ALL

Eerie out.