sometimes the thoughts in my head scare me. it's like wow i wasn't even sure i was capable of that and i am and then it progressively just gets worse. explains my fear of the dark and why i always go to sleep with my tv on. it feels like somebody is watching me. just staring into my bedroom and waiting and waiting for the right moment to strike. it's always an reoccurring thought especially at night....it's just like i know somebody is outside. and maybe they aren't watching me, but somebody else who knows. sometimes i wish i could control my thoughts especially the scary ones.
it's cold and dark. you feel numb and you don't know where you are. your heart is racing and as you try to remember anything. anything at all that might help you. then you hear footsteps. small dainty footsteps. sorta like your mother's, however your mother is dead. the footsteps you hear get closer and closer until they come to a complete stop and you don't hear anything. not even your breathing which had begun to pick up speed. you try and stand up, but find yourself chained to a wall, by your legs and you can only go out so far and yet there is no light and you are still unaware of who or what made those footsteps. you're scared, but you tell yourself that it's okay. whoever did this will come back to the scene of the crime. is it a crime tho. nobody is dead. nothing is broken. you aren't bleeding. if you were you'd feel the dried blood or liquid version. you turn around and try to find where exactly the chains go to and you feel a wall. it's smoothe and one things for sure, it isn't a cave. your next thought is you're in somebodies home. you sit and think, in your own little world the footsteps start again and this time it's as though they are right next to you. you break out of your trance and feel somebody's presence. you reach out and feel nothing. now you're fearful. something is in here and yet you can't touch it, yet you feel it's presence. why? perhaps it's your imagination tricking you again or it's sleep paralysis, but you know neither one of these is true. sleep paralysis you'd still be in your room. if it was your imagination you'd have unimagined this already. ah now you've gone mental. trying to understand and the worse part of it all you still have no idea how you got here,who are you really, why you aren't harmed, and how can you get out. so many questions that need so many answers, but you'll never get them unless you find your way out, but you can't see. after all not everything makes humans superior. the footsteps start up again, but this time it's followed up by a small whispering. you can't make it out, oh how you wish you could. the footsteps begin to become quite as if they are no longer in the same area as you, instead they are in another room, but the voice that's attached to it is in the same room as you, but it's so low. it freaks you out. you feel something cold and metal touch your face and then a sting. and soon a liquid running down your face. blood. the whispering has now multiplied. you try to nurse your face, but it hurts to much so you just let it bleed. you scoot closer to the wall. holding your knees and rocking back and fourth. slowly you are beginning to go insane. you rock and rock and rock. fear filling your chest. not sure if what to do, however you can't do anything. nobody is coming, why can't you see that. it's okay, i control it all.... shall i make you remember to watch you suffer. suffer to your inner demons and all they have to say. it's your fault. but you don't know it's your fault and that's okay. that's what's makes the game fun after all. doesn't it. the footsteps are back, but this time they're heavy. "thud....thud....thud....quite" all is quite again. the whispering has stopped. the foot steps have stopped. you're breathing can be heard. surprisingly. probably should've cut that off, but then where's the fun in that. clock nosies. yes clock nosies. start. "tick...tick....tick....tick..." there's no tock for this clock. it drives you insane doesn't it. the ticking continues it's pace and the sound of children. you know that really old sound of children at the playground. that begins to and oh no the whisper is back. you feel a presence. actually not just one, more like five...just kidding not five...who knows how many...but you feel them and you don't like it. something grabs at your feet and you scream. a blood curling scream that if you could be heard they'd hear you, but nobody can hear you, well...never mind you are unheard of. now focus oh wait how can you when all the sounds that could make anybody just mental are surrounding you and not only that, but it's dark and your chained up and you can't run away. oh if you could see you'd see my sadistic smile. are in my pain. do you want to cry. you wish it'd end, but it'll never end. you're trapped so give up but you never did truly try now did you. you're my little victim let's play a game. watching you suffer gives me such pleasure. you having trapped with no way out and the thought of you going insane makes me smile oh so much. they grab at you and you scream and scream begging for somebody to come and save you, oh what joy. can you hear them now. can you make their voices the things that they whisper. oh please tell me you can. can you hear the tick...tick....tick.... or the thuds and the footsteps. play the game. play the game play the game. it stops. you're still crying, but it stops. you're crying is an annoying sound you know that. nothing is touching you, but you're in pain. i bet you're all bruised. oh to think of the colors of your skin. the purples. the reds and oh and how can i forget the blues. the colors. i wonder if they hurt to be touched. oh please touch them. i beg i want it see you in so pain, that it gives me pleasure. in fact i want to touch them. tick.....tick.....t i c k......tick....play the game. the whispering begins and it never ends.....
