"You're telling me that you were impaled by a sword and then miraculously came back to life? How?" Michael asked. "To be honest, that's what I'd like to know. But I think my sister definitely has something to do with it."I answered. "I-I know this is weird, but have you been noticing anything creepy lately? I mean, more usual than it already is." I said. "It isn't weird at all considering everything that has happened so far." Michael paused to glance at the door behind him. Wait... Was the door there before?
I looked at June as we were talking. It's weird how something so traumatic could change a person entirely. June was this opportunistic, joyful person; and now, she always has tears in her eyes. I keep getting the feeling that this isn't real, and that this is just another false awakening. I just stood there as my mind wandered for a while.
Soon, a horrifying image came into my head; a dark, dingy room that reeked with the metallic smell of blood. It looked as if someone poured gallons and gallons of it all over the floor, and a rotten corpse was laying there with it's pale, soulless eyes. Where did this come from? "Hey..." I snapped back into reality. "The door is unlocked." June said without looking at me as she walked toward the door.
The dusty gray door drew open with a long creaking sound. A disgusting rotten egg smell emitted from the pitch black room. The smell grew stronger the closer you got to the center of the room. I slipped and fell on a puddle of a thick liquid, the familiar metallic smell was all over my hands. "Hey, I think I found a light!" Michael's echoed through the room. A soft click was heard, and a dim, old yellow light lit up the room. A corpse, two corpses, the large puddle I was sitting in was blood and the room was filled with old hospital equipment and Polaroids.
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The Final Exam
Misterio / SuspensoA telephone rings. It's eerie song emanating through the entire room. As I reluctantly pick up the phone, I can't help but feel I've done this before. Music. "Hello Margaret." She says it in such a way that it becomes clear to you she's smiling on t...