The Forgotten Soul

Nightmares

(The picture at the top is the main character)

"Quotations" are for when characters are speaking

Italisised and Underlined are for character thoughts

Bold is me or my thoughts

This story is going to be in first person most of the time

AN: I'll be adding more characters throughout the story and giving them all backgrounds and descriptions. All pictures will be at the top. And quick disclaimer, I didn't draw any of these. A few of the characters will be ones a made through an app. I'll tell you which ones those are. This is not one of those.

NOW ON TO THE STORY-

"HELP!!" I shout as I try to run down a long, wide hallway, my injured leg slowing me down. "SOMEONE! PLEASE!" My breathing was becoming heavy. I wasn't quite sure what I was running from, but I was to scared to look back.

My pure white gown-like clothing seemed to go down further than usual. It usually only reaches about halfway down my thighs, but for some reason it was down to my knees.

I turned a corner and hid in a small room. Inside the room were dusty old boxes and a cracked mirror. I went inside and closed the door as quiet as possible and locked it quickly. I hid behind a large pile of old boxes, trying to catch my breath. I look down at my gown. "Huh... I guess it is longer..." I mumble under my breath. After catching my breath, I look at my injured leg. Something was off.

I looked at my ankles. The first thing I noticed was the consistency of the color of my skin. That was the first thing that wasn't right. I looked past my ankle and at my foot. "A human foot?"

I stood up and limped over to the broken mirror. Before I could really get a good look at myself through the broken glass, the door opened. I spun around and saw a large, looming hand grab my face, covering my mouth and nose. I tried to gasp for air. Out of the corner of my teary eyes, I saw a needle headed straight for my neck. I tried to sway it away, but all that got me was a firm punch to the gut.

I was knocked back onto my back, coughing. "What a bad little boy..." I heard a bone-chilling voice say. "You know what this means Caleb." The voice said. I looked up and saw a knife pointed at my face. I try backing up and I bump into the mirror, cutting my back. I wince and shut my eyes tightly, whimper a bit.

I heard a cackle and when I looked up, the knife that had been pointed at me was being swung at my face. I scream and look away as I put my arms in front of my face, trying to guard myself.

Before the blade came into contact with my light brown skin- I woke up, screaming...

Woah... that was longer than I expected 😅
Hope yall liked the first chapter. If you didn't then sorry. I know it's probably kinda confusing at the moment but things will get clearer throughout the story. I promise.

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