31st May, 2011
I was standing in a square looking up at a balcony. The square was filled with a lot of people all looking towards the balcony, eagerly waiting for the arrival of someone or something. Through the crowd I spotted someone I recognised and pushed my way through the people. I reached her and she grabbed my hand and motioned me to the alley way. We stood in the shadows as the crowd began to cheer at the appearance of a man standing on top of the balcony. She pointed down the alley way and told me to take the third door on the left. I headed down the alley way and finally reached the third door. I turned the handle slowly, the knob was freezing cold against my palm and snuck into the room. It was dark inside and I could make out the sound of sand falling to the ground in the distance. I walked up towards the light, which was streaming in from the broken roof above. A man was sprawled on the ground, he was running a comb back and forth on an old tapestry. He must have heard me approach as he yelled out. I lunged at him and he dropped the comb. I threw my weight against him, and he fell down, smacking his head on a rock. I leaned over, checked his pulse, he was out cold. I walked over to the tapestry and drew a small octagonal box from my pocket. I opened the top and sprinkled some blue sand over the tapestry. The sand ate through the image, replacing it with another. I smiled as I gathered the residue from the ground and placed it back into the box. I left the room to meet the girl, who was waiting outside. She asked me if I got it and I handed the box to her, walking back towards the square, leaving her behind. When I reached the square the crowds were in a panic, large rocks and fire fell from the sky and people ran, those who were hit turned into zombies who mindlessly roamed the street, grabbing at people who were running the wrong way and dragging them down into a similar state. I started to run towards the safe house which was a few streets away, pushing people out of the way I dodged at the rocks which seemed to double with each one that impacted the ground.
I turned a corner and ended up in a suburban street. The streets gave off a feeling of eerie silence. A guy was walking next to me, he looked nervously around at the houses. I could feel eyes watching me, but no matter where I turned I couldn't see any. He looked at me and said "we should stock up" and I agreed. We started heading towards houses with open doors, we packed food and any other supplies we could find into bags and then moved onto the next place. Anything that was long lasting we kept, those that were perishable got left behind. The more houses we went to the more a feeling of dread and danger crept up on me. I could feel myself getting nervous as I walked from place to place. I took his hand and told him, I thought it was time we found a safe house. Somewhere we could stay and where the eyes couldn't follow. We continued to walk at a brisk pace until we reached a hedge. For some reason we decided we should climb over it, as it would be our safest bet. He gave me a boost over and I landed softly on the grass. He climbed over after me and grabbed my hand as we walked down the old stone path. We reached an iron gate which we pushed hard. The gate gave way with a creak and we headed into a large house. The house was dark inside, and while the feelings of eyes seemed to diminish as we climbed over the hedge, the house itself made me feel uneasy. We went room to room, each one identical to the one before with a simple sofa, a fire place, and pictures on the wall. Finally we came to the back door. Pushing it open we were standing in a sunny garden. There were flowers growing and garden gnomes. Despite the sunny deposition of the place I began to feel even more uneasy. We walked around the garden for a while, when one of the garden gnomes caught my attention. I bent down and looked at it. It looked exactly like the girl from before, she was even holding the box I had given her. With that I knew this place wasn't safe so I grabbed the guy by the hand and we headed for the back fence. Climbing over, I could feel vines on my legs, pulling me back. Twisting out of the grasps we fell hard onto the concrete path outside the house.
We wandered down the dark grey street until we came across a duplex. I knew this was the house that used to belong to my uncle... I also knew there wasn't something quite right about the house to begin with, but I figured it was better to stay in this house knowing, than an unknown house awaiting surprises. The door was opened when we got there, it looked almost inviting. We walked into the house. making sure to keep all the lights low. I headed up stairs to the kitchen and placed the food in shelves. I then opened the pantry door and began pulling out blankets, a tv was playing softly in one of the rooms and I went in to turn it off. I got an eerie chill down my spine. I walked to the window and saw Grant and Jason from ghost hunters. They were investigating the house opposite us. They looked up and gave a small wave. Behind them I could see a mist forming and I pointed at it. They turned and began to chase after it. I headed down stairs to find the front door wide open. It was swinging back and forth, despite the fact that there was no wind. I walked over and slammed it shut hard. I turned the key in the door, locking it. I went back to the window to check on the boys. They seemed to be fine, doing the same thing. I heard a creak and turned to see the door open again slowly. The guy I was with came down with a large brown ottoman. He placed it against the door to stop it opening. I said, it was pointless since the door opened outwards, and he suggested putting it on the outside. I realised then doing that, would notify people of where we were. He placed it outside anyway and I started to get frustrated. I could feel darkness closing around and eyes on me. I looked at the guy and walked over to him. I kept saying this isn't what is supposed to happen. It's not meant to be this way. They're meant to be here, they’re meant to get rid of this. Why are the things in here? And the guy looked at me. His face was blank as if he wasn't sure how to respond, as if I had gone off script. I got angry at him, I threw the door open, climbed over the ottoman and walked off the porch into the dark. Then I woke Up.
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