I'd like to talk about how amazing Kleinburg University is. I met a whole bunch of other people who were interested, and we were assigned to groups to work on a project. Besides Rob and Cruyiff, the other students were pretty damn friendly to me than other people. They asked me so many questions because they knew how smart I was. I'm usually asked questions like twice or thrice every 15 minutes or so. And because that, I fell 100 percent confident with everything around me. No one is any mean or bad to me. I was well respected and then became very well know across the university. Seriously, well known that I've befriended a couple of older kids. My oldest friend, Calvin Joyner was like 3-4 years older than me, and yet he admires my knowledge and power. Almost everyone of my age and 2 years older wants to befriend me.
All went well but then came this new student in my class. His name is Brooke Macmayor, but he does not seem to feel well. Or confident. He is always silent, I never see him talk to anyone, besides the staff. He is overly independent and I don't feel like he has this attitude to be happy or enjoying. Is he abused by his parents? Did someone pass away? I don't think I know. But I also looked at his face. So familiar. I felt like somewhere, but the memory is somewhat erased away from me. I felt sorry for him, so I walked towards him, but whenever I get close to him, he's gone in mid-air. He seemed to walk away from anyone who stands his way. In class, when we were learning about observing the stars and planets, I got close enough to Brooke, and I gave him a little pat to get his attention. As soon as I touched him, he turned his face towards me as fast as a flash and stared at me. I examined him. Bright red pupils, pointy nose, blond hair and sensitive skin. His lips are a bit hydrated and it seems it always is. "Sorry, wrong person," I lied and turned back to work.
I went home for today and went riding with Rob and Cruyiff. "How was your day?" asked Cruyiff. "Mysterious," I answered. "I met with this new guy named Brooke MacMayor and I think he has problems." "That ain't mysterious," said Cruyiff. "No, I mean he's all independent and all that shit and he's got no attitude to be as happy as any of us. He looked like he had been abused physically by parents or something. I went to check this guy, and he just stared right at me, like he wanted me to back off. As a matter fact, his bright red pupils scare me." "Gee, good luck with that." We remained silent the rest of the way home.
I got into my apartment until I realized someone moved in next door to me. I knew this because I heard some loud talking next door. Because of the thick wall, I only heard muffling. At the time, my phone started to notify me a message. I checked to see that Professor was trying to tell me something. He said that Chris is gonna need my help, so if I mind going there. He also suggested me a break for tomorrow, so I could do some planning at home. I was told to help Chris with the NEOWISE. Professor apparently wasn't sure what it means. It is a project by NASA in which they send the Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) to space to observe comets. Currently, about 170 comets are observed, and it seems like Chris need to know some theories with the carbon gas found in a recently found carbon. It's called Comet Christensen and recently passed constellation Sagittarius. Chris wanted some help to come ideas as to why we find carbon gasses in some comets like Comet Christensen.
The next morning, I decided to get some time to enjoy the spare time I have before I get into research. I watched a movie, played GTA 5 Online and Call of Duty 3. After 3 hours of the time, I got into research. I thought deeply and hard about proving my theories. After 2 hours of work, I heard muffled talk from the new next door guy. Why is Brooke here? Why isn't he at university? Is he working for me? Then, I heard some rather unexpected words from him. "Hypno...John...Expiro..." I even heard my name in the conversation. So I went into my storage from university to pull out a hearing gadget I made a few days ago. I took it out, set it up and leaned it against the wall the separates Brooke and me. I put my ear into it. The gadget was pretty impressive because I was able to hear everything from the conversation clearly. "OK, so how will he get to you?" "He is coming over to my lab by tomorrow. From there, you will help me clear out John." Clear out John. What does that mean? I thought. Many questions came into my head. As a matter fact, I think I heard Chris Hadfield's voice in it. "Then, after he is knocked out, we'll take him in and examine his skills," said the may be Chris.
The next day, I woke up 6AM in the morning. I rushed to the kitchen and started to get myself some cereal and milk. As I was pouring milk, I remembered the conversation from yesterday, and it got me to worry. Then, as I slowly walked into the elevator and down the ground floor, I felt like I was being watched. I looked into the nearest security camera which was on the entrance corner ceiling, and it seemed that the camera was following me. I moved left, right then back and forward. The camera was only facing me. It was odd. I walked straight out of the building and walked to the bus stop. Six feet away from the bus stop, I stopped and everything was silent. I walked one foot, and I heard one step. I walked another foot, and I heard another step. I walked one more foot, and there was no sound. I was definitely being followed. I waited 5 minutes at the bus stop and looked around if anyone was close by me, following. I entered the bus, and no one else came in the bus. As the bus took off, I looked into the side mirror and I only saw some random guy in his puny car. Looks like an electric car.
I was one bus stop away from my destination, and I peered into the side mirror again. I saw an old model of the black Honda Accord. And it had Brooke in it! I rubbed my eyes check if what I was seeing real, but then when I peered the mirror again, he is gone all of a sudden. Am I hallucinating? I had a good night rest, so I can't be hallucinating. I stepped off of the bus at the bus stop and walked towards Chris's lab. It took me 20 minutes to walk there, then I went to the front door to ring the doorbell. Before my finger touched the button to ring the bell... BANG! I got hit in the head and passed out.
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I dreamed of falling, and I knew I was dreaming. But, for some reason, I felt cold, like I was actually falling. Then, I felt forced to wake up, by the stimulating pain. Oww! Fortunately, I did wake up, 'cause I was actually falling! I also had some armor and equipment on me. Seems like a swimming equipment, because as I look down, it looks life a deep ocean waiting for me to splash in. In a matter of 3 seconds, I hit ocean surface... and I fell in class? I was in Professor Camel's room and no one is in there. Just the usual, the desks, chalkboard, everything. In front of me, is a note. "Good Luck! May you find and unleash the powers of your nightmares!" Then I fell into the trapdoor, where I landed after falling into class. I got scared because of the loud noise that was produced after the trapdoor was activated. Then, I realize I was underwater, surrounded by a shoal of fish. They went passed me and all over the place until they stopped to find out that I was in their shoal. Then, they swam away from me. I meant no harm to them, but they still looked scared. As they were all gone, I find myself in the middle of blue nowhere. I swam around to find any civilization of any sea animals. There were none I could find. Probably I'm far away from it. I should follow the direction in which the shoal was going. But then, something else hit my head. It was a concern. How am I lead to this place? Why am I in the middle of nowhere? What was going on?
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Nightmares From The Deep
HorrorJohn Detoro is an average university student who had just moved into an apartment, but away from his family. He still talks to them by phone and by far a smart student whom can handle living on his own. He had been lately studying hard, until one an...