Short Stories and Poems

Lost Soul

Horror
903 Words

    I woke up today feeling strange. I got up only to have the feeling continue throughout the day. Why is this happening? I don't understand. As the day ended, I fell asleep with a paranoid feeling as if I forgot something. I brushed off the feeling and went to sleep.

   

* * *

    I'm walking through the forest behind my house. My walk continues for what felt like hours. The forest seemed different, gloomier, somewhat dark and twisted. This isn't normal. I felt as if I was being watched, my paranoia spiking. Suddenly I'm being pushed into a deep hole. I look up to see myself, but something seemed off. I Held a shovel, and my smile seemed wicked and terrifying. I look down only to see something shine in the moonlight. I bend down to investigate. I brush a bit of the dirt away; it's a doorknob. I twist it, and it makes a clicking noise.

    I awake in a cold sweat. The room is dark, and I'm alone. I feel the same as I did in my dream. I feel as if I'm being stared at. The feeling of forgetfulness comes back. I feel the urge to look out the window. I follow my urge and what I see send a spark of chill through my body. It's me, the wicked grin and shovel from my dream. I pull my covers over my head and hide from its gaze.

    After an hour or so I lift the covers off my face and look out the window hesitantly. She's gone, I let out the breath I seemed to be holding. I relax and cuddle into my warm bed and shift onto my side with my eyes closed. I open my eyes only to be frightened by the wicked clone.

* * *

    I scream myself awake. My heart is racing, and I'm frantically looking around the room. I see nothing but refuse to lay back down. I turn on my bedside lamp and get out of bed. I close the blinds and curtains to my window and lock my closet and door. I was not going to be murdered in my sleep. I Jump back in bed and fully burrito myself in my blankets. Nothing was going to harm me tonight. I leave my lamp on and close my eyes. I let out and relieved sigh and begin to count too one hundred. 1, 2, 3, 4...... I'm out before I reach five.

* * *

    I wake up peacefully. I slept fine after my nightmares. I cuddle into my warm bed and yawn. I sit up and climb out of bed. I get the sudden feeling I forgot something as I begin to get ready for the day. I walk to the kitchen to get food. As I'm eating I look out at my backyard; the woods feel as if they are calling me. I stand and begin to walk towards the door; I feel overpowered and in a daze. I walk the length of my backyard and soon enter the forest. I see a shovel propped on a tree, and as if I were a puppet my body begins to walk towards it. I grab it and continue walking straight.

    After what felt like hours my body stops suddenly. I Position the shovel and begin to dig. I dig for hours without end. Why am I doing this? Who is controlling me? I hear a small whisper, and with every foot I dig, it gets louder. Soon it is loud enough for me to understand what is being said.

    “Come here, Jesse,” the mysterious whisper says.

    Jesse, that's my name. Why is it calling me? Why does it want me? Why am I so special? I'm being called enchantedly as I continue to dig. I can't help but follow it. My shovel hits something hard, I toss the shovel off to the side and drop to my knees. I begin to brush away the dirt quickly. Once I see the wood grain and uncover it all, I stand. I stare dumbfoundedly at what is before me. A door? The voice whispers to me once again, snapping me out of my confusion. I reach for the knob slowly.

   With a click the door is open, and suddenly I feel pressure pushing me in. I let out a shrill scream as I begin to fall. Everything is dark, and I start to feel hazy from the rush of adrenalin. Slowly my eyes begin to close as I feel my breath being sucked from my body.

    “Help…” my voice is small and dying.

    I hear the whisper yet again, but there is a new voice. A deep and dark sounding growl.

    “There is no rest for the wicked.”

* * *

    I rise awake in a cold sweat, my breath heavy. It was a dream, only a dream. With a heavy sigh, I plop back on my bed. I stare at my ceiling, relieved. I smile and close my eyes. My heart is pounding, but I can still feel myself drifting.

    Suddenly I hear the whisper, the deep and menacing whisper.

    “There is no rest for the wicked.”

    My smile drops and I feel a wash coldness causing me to shiver. I open my eyes only to see black. Suddenly multiple deafening screeches are coming at me all at once. I cover my ears, but it doesn't help.

    “Lost Soul.”