I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me."
Page 1: "Hey Rose, it would mean a lot if you could pick up some milk on the way home. I'm making your very favourite dessert... raspberry souffle!
Page 2: "I have some great news... Jimmy and the boys really loved the custom designed leather shoes! They've piled up orders and orders which are all due next month!
A shoemaker... interesting.
Page 3: "I... I... I'm going to be a father? Oh rose that's wonderful! It's been both of our dream, it's finally coming true!"
Couldn't he have just said it to her?
Page 4: "I'm going to pick up a cradle for our child, care to tag along? Also we have to decide on a name! The day must be approaching soon."
Page 5: "I've done Cynthia's room. She's going to love it. Can't wait to welcome her to this world, to our little family. I'm sure you're excited too.
Page 6: "What's wrong rose? Everything okay?"
Page 7: "Rose?"
Page 8: "How could you tell them that I HURT YOU?"
Page 9:"Rose, I'm sorry."
Why is he talking to himself. Clearly the woman isn't writing back.
Page 10: "Honey please, don't hurt yourself, I know you're upset, you have the right to be."
Page 11:"Don't you dare talk to me like that!"
Page 12:"Rose, please forgive me."
Is this guy Bipolar or something?
Page 13:"I'm sorry, about what happened to Cynthia. She left us before she even saw us, what a tragedy!"
Many pages in between seem to be ripped off.
Page 43: "Why? Why won't you come back to me!"
I begin to hear a faint music of the music box. It grew louder and louder. Wasn't from inside the room definitely from the next room, if there was any. Now, I am done with staying in the bed, balling my eyes out, fearing this house that is haunting me. I gather the courage, get up and decide to take a look. I gently open the old squeaky door. It's the hall. The hall where I first found this room. I don't understand, is this house changing patterns!? Is this some sort of a maze? Suddenly another door to my right opens, very dramatically, very cliche. Yeah, I know. The music grew louder, it's from in there. Definitely.
I take a little peek, a small carousel toy, small, but as big as me, emitting colourful, attractive lights with music. That's the music box song that I heard. I step inside. The room is dark, but I do see a cradle, the carousel, some blocks and so many other toys, also a very freaky bunny soft toy.
I look around, honestly I've always wanted one of these carousel things since I was a child.
From my back I hear noises of someone stacking and moving around the blocks. I turn around quickly to see the message in its colourful letters
"LEAVE"
The carousel stops turning, the lights begin to fade out. I am not afraid of the dark but afraid to die. These signs keep telling me to leave, I want to leave, but I can't. I cannot find the way out.I look towards the bed, to find a child sitting, its iris big, very very big and black covering the area where the white portion should be. This kid looks deadly. The door is still open, before I even think about making my next move, the door shuts itself, like it read my mind or something.
The kid starts laughing. A baby's laugh can be charming and adorable, but this isn't. This is more like evil. Nothing scares me more than evil, haunted little children. Suddenly this laugh starts to turn into vociferous wails like that of a child who hasn't been fed in days. But this isn't only coming from the child, it's echoes from all over the room! The bathroom door begins opening. The tape recorder starts playing, "Oh, Cynthia! What a wonderful name! Great that the doctor warned us it was a girl! Now we know exactly what to buy. I also know a few lullabies she might love." the voice of a woman starts singing the lullabies. Indeed they were charming. I look towards the bathroom, a skinny, pale figure starts to emerge. The kid says, "Mama."
Humans are very much like animals and as per my knowledge there is nothing more fatal than that of a raging mother trying to protect her child from a predator. It can get violent. Yes... I am the predator here. She lifts up her head to reveal her bleeding forehead, eyes just like the child's. Before I know it I am attempting to open the door, banging it, crying, screaming for help. It wont open! She begins walking towards me. I don't know how but I manage to break the door, must've been very weak. I run for my life, lock myself in my room. I begin sobbing and fall to the floor, resting against the door guarding it.
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Author's Note:
Psht. I know it's a little over done. Please leave comments, feedback, criticism, anything that helps me improvise!
Hope you are enjoying it so far!
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Control
HorrorI have 12 hours to get out, will I be able to make it through? Who is in control?
