Hey, this is a new story i've been working on and i have more. It's not always this depressing so just hang in there and get ready. This is just from like the middle of the story. I'll post the rest maybe tomorrow or Monday. So please read it, vote and comment, and i'll return the favor. Alright thanks.
Paranormal Attraction: Prolouge
Here I am trapped in the basement of a killer's lodge, with no one to keep me company except for the dead that haunt the lodge. I sit here and wait for my time to come to join with the every present lingering souls. The souls that died here, died both young and voilently, so therefore they have no comfort in death.
For example, the blonde in the corner wrapped in the fetal position. Her head is resting on her forearms therefore sheilding her face from my view. Her hair is in a high pony tail, but it stays unmoved in the light draft coming in through the not-tightly sealed panaling in the basement. She is scared to move out of the corner, even though she now has nothing to fear since she's already dead. Blood covers her abdomen mixing with the color of her black shirt and pink shorts even though you can hardly tell since its almost black on black. But I can see, and it rips at my heart seeing what the monster did to a most likily innocent 14-year old.
Or the little five year old boy sitting as close to me as possilbe considering he is not solid. His body is covered in black, blue, and purple bruises around his neck and forearms, so its easy to tell how and why he died. He simply struggled for his life, and the monster decided to end it early just for his sadistic games.
But the most shocking of all, the girl on my oppisite side of me propped up on the other side of me. She's not striking because she's a ghost, but because she's almost an exact replica of me. The green eyes that were probally once as livily as mine. The long, althetic legs and the pin straight shoulder length brown hair. One of the big differences between her and me is the pallid of the skin. But the biggest difference is the fact that she's already dead, and im not.
The only way to make it through this place is to gets the ghosts to help me find a way out. To bargain with them and help them find peace in death. But that's hardly possible since they find no revenge in helping me. If I could help bring justice to them, maybe they would contemplate helping me.
The girl who is sitting next to me turns in my direction and turns her blank stare on my eyes. Then she speaks for the first time, "He's coming soon. Find a way to survive for the next day. Play into his hands and maybe he will consider letting you live for another day." Her voice doesn't sound like she's dead, but it sounds more melacholoy than anyone's voice I've ever heard. Like she's sad for trying to help me escape this nightmare. But it means more to me than I thought it was, since she gave me advice.
That's when I hear the foot steps coming down the wooden stairs. I turn my head that way and see him decending the stairs. Dressed in black worker boots, dirty-faded blue jeans, and a flannel shirt anybody could hardly tell who he was and what he did. At least until you look into his eyes. The eyes are the doorway to the soul, and his are raging and dancing behind the façade he puts up.
He got to the bottom of the stairs and turned to face me.
"Now, let me see what you can possiblly do in order to spare your life another day." He said.
