The Nakahara Volumes

Locomotives: Part 2- Drugged

Nothing in the living world could have dragged her away from the dark thoughts her dreams had created, nothing but the blind reality itself as Sunako woke to her same alarms in the same dreaded world of the mortal.

Only angry thoughts went through her bewildered mind. For so long she had been shunned from their secret society and only now, at this crucial moment her damn alarm worked, when in the many times prior nothing could have gotten the wretched hunk of junk to work, she knew the gods had something against her, for Kami-sama's sake,  they put her in a house full of angelic radiant creatures who weren't scared of her!

But what scared her after the deadly meadows and lifeless flowers was to see her own meadow. What used to be a flourishing graveyard of untold death wishes was now, now normal. White walls, new furniture, flowers; not her, she thought. What is this?

The room seemed to slump weirdly, the walls outline seemed to tug upwards in a conniving little smile, soon it's vampiric teeth gleams at her defenses little figure on the bed. It made her heart jump.

A dream, another dream, her mouth almost rose in a freakish smile, almost as freakish as the walls, almost as freakish as the ghoul inside her.

"Josephine you tricked me!" Sunako squealed in delight hopping towards the corner of the smile where stood a door, not a door from her Aunts house, or any house she knew but the dusty glass door of the antique store down in the rickety old arcade.

When she opened the door, the smell of dust and the quaint old arcade filled her nostrils. This wasn't home, but it was where her friends could be found.

Once in the shop it was like any old day in her normal life. There was an old gentleman sitting behind the store counter reading an out-off-date newspaper while a deranged fan like contraption blew away the heat of the day. 

Sunako looked down at herself in her aunts choice of nightwear. She really did look like she was part of an old movie.

But she doubted in the 'recesses of her mind' as Josephine called it, the shopkeepers would mind.

Neither did she think, that Josephine would mind if she bought back her teachers and their life adventures returned to their gory usual state.

As she walked on the hard timber flooring she could almost believe that she was in the old antique shop where she had bid farewell to her most beloved friends.

A cackle sounded from behind her, looking back she could only see the door into her bathroom. 

'Strange doors these recesses have' she thought, walking to wear the best of the stores treasures should be. 

Around her, racks full of hats that westerners wore in old and dresses from duchesses' funeral attendance. Odd coo-coo clocks made of polished wood which had clock faces embellished with thin gold roman numerals that smiled a smile as evil as the walls. Hard wooden tables with feet like claws that scratched the floors waiting to pounce and rugs made of thick animal hide screaming for what they had lost. 

Sunako fancied she wouldn't mind swapping some of her boring day to day decor for this olden fetch.

But that wasn't why she was here, she shook her head, trying to concentrate on  what she was actually here for. To find her friends.

She had circled the store, she was sure of it. Maybe she had missed them? She tried again plodding bare foot letting dust rise around her at the sheer speed of her search.

'Maybe the shop-keeper will know.' she though walking back towards the dimly sunlit room, behind a dusty window.

"Excuse me, sir?" She tried trying to rouse him from his slumberous daze.

"Sir? can you hear me?" she said alarmed, not of the mans possible death,  but the possibility her friends were gone.

'..you live with the live...' echoed the voice of someone she did not know.

She looked around for the voice, but it seemed to come from the blank smiling wall. Its teeth smiling savagely as  it creeped ever closer.

"This, isn't right!" she yelled wondering when the recess of her mind would make sense.

The wall still seemed to get closer, knocking over stands and furniture with every floorboard it consumed. Crunching all the flecks of wood that entered its mouthly cavern.

"He's resigned." It says with a child like creepiness.

"Josephine?? Sir! you should wake up now!" I say with urgency wondering if the wall would knock him dead too.

My hands shivered when they tried to touch his shoulders, they went right through him.

"We must go." yelped the wall increasing its carnage pace the closer it got to Sunako.

"You live with the.... LIVE!" it yelped again, cackling murderously as it neared the counter of which she stood.

She stepped back, this man wasn't real none of this was real? Is that what it means, none of this, this fancy of mine is real? Well of course its not! She knew that!

Then why was she doing this to herself?

"Well done Sunako," it laughed maniacally opening its shark like jaws, displaying its rows upon rows of endless canines.

"You're in the world of horror!" it screamed in an ear snapping pitch, slamming into her and sending her through the window.

The world of...?

Where are my friends? In this world of... horror?

"In the world of the LIVE!" It squealed as Sunako's throat closed up, with subconscious blood and her ears bled out.