House of Horror

22nd Septermber, 2011: House of Horror

I watched the dark waves around me reach at the boat, lifting it up and down and tossing it like it nothing but a small plastic bag in the wind. Splashes of water reached over the rim of the tiny canoe and splashed down, ice cold against my legs. The guy in front of me turned and grinned as he lifted his oar and slide it effortlessly through the rough water to propel us forward. I could see in the distance small specks of light flickering, almost inviting me to join them. I leaned forward and asked the guy if he could go any faster. He grinned at me and continued at the same pace. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled the sky lit up in angry flashes. The water got choppy and I felt more and more water slipping into the canoe. I felt the boat twist underneath the water. The oar slipped from the guys arms and he yelled as he lunged forward to grab at it. Unable to reach it as it was stole away by the sea, he turned and grabbed me as the boat turned over. It was quiet underneath the water. I couldn't see the boy any more, or feel him near me. I tried to break for the surface but I could feel the heaviness of the water dragging me further and further down. My lungs began to ache with a need to breathe and I reached higher and higher. I began to see spots in the water, dark spots which seemed to appear out of no where. I reached higher and higher and then finally reached the surface. Taking a deep breath in I looked around me. The boat was nowhere to be seen. Turning around I made out a figuring floating in the water as the lightning flashes again. The rain hit down hard, making it difficult to see. I swam towards the figure and reached out for the boy. I turned him over and saw his eyes were closed. Holding him onto me I looked for the lights. The rain poured down under, I felt the water sweep me away and holding on to the boy I struggled to move against the water. A large wave hit me, hard against my back. I was thrown underwater. I struggled to reach the boy as he drifted away from me. Dark spots appeared in front of my eyes, clouding my vision. I moved for the surface but was tossed back, again and again.

I woke up on a beach covered in sand. I slowly peeled myself off and went into the water to wash what was remaining of the sand off me. I looked down the shore and saw the boy lying on the sand. I moved over slowly to him, my arms and legs arguing from the strain. I turned him over and he coughed up water. He sat up looking confused and staring into the trees. I turned and looked in his direction as a man walked out. He helped the boy up and motioned for us to follow him. I walked after him into the trees. We seemed to walk for a long time, all the trees and areas looking the same, the same vines hanging low on trees, brushing against my hair as I ducked under them. We came to a cleaning with many wooden huts. People came out to see what was going on. He paraded us around the camp before leading us to a house. He pointed inside and simply said "rest". I opened the wooden door and let it creak. The house was nicely furnished and the lights shone brightly lighting up every inch of the house. I wondered why the people chose to live in huts outside with such a nice place right there. The boy and I walked into the spare bedroom where a bunk bed sat. In the corner of the room was an old wardrobe. I pulled open the first draw and pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly changed out of the wet clothes and into them. The boy threw on a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt. We noticed a few backpacks sitting by the bed and opened them. They contained a flash light and some food. I pulled out a chocolate bar and began to eat. We heard noise coming from one of the other rooms and I walked over and knocked on the door. In the room were several other people. They told us that they had also been in an accident and were staying there for the night in a hope rescue would come. I thought it was weird that there was so many accidents but thought little of it. The boy and I went back to our room and turned the light off. He switched the tv on and the light lit up the room. He began to flick through the channels as I lay on the top bunk half asleep. I heard a scream some time later and opened my eyes. It took me a minute to work out where I was and the tv was still lighting up the room. The boy was gone so I picked up a flash light and headed into the hallway. The hallway had streams of blood across the walls and splashed across the floor. I headed for the door where the others were and knocked. No one came to the door so I turned the handle. The room was dark and I reached for the switch in the doorway. My hand brushed something as I tried to turn the light on and off. The light turned on for a second then the bulb exploded sending the room into complete darkness. I turned the flash light on and shined around the room. The room was empty but blood splattered the walls and furniture. In the corner I could hear a strange sound. My light hit a girl who was chewing on an arm. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were completely black. She lunged forward at me and I slammed the door closed. I could hear her scratching at the door and it sent shivers up my spine. I walked along the corridor, but I didn't hear a sound from everywhere. I turned left into the next corridor and into the shared bathroom. The room was dark, and barely lit by the lamp by the mirror. I walked past the cubicles, checking each one for people inside them. It was quiet.. I could hear the dripping of a tap on the vanity and the sound of water spilling onto the floor. I turned and saw the first cubicle floor had water coming from it. Assuming the toilet had clogged I continued towards the back. I heard a shuffle of a noise as a couple of the girls entered the room. I yelled at them to be careful, but they turned. They seem to stare at me for a minute. I stared back only to realise they were staring at something to the right of me. Slowly I turned and came face to face with a figure I couldn't quite recognise. The features distorted in a haze. The thing rushed at me and I hit the tile floor hard. I turned as it passed through the girls and watched as their eyes slowly became dark. Their faces grew menacing as I struggled to get up. I reached for something to pull me up and grabbed onto a cord. Lifting myself up I noticed the cord was a hair straightener which was plugged in. The girls came closer and closer to me, with no means of escape I turned the straightener on and threw it at the group, hoping to hit the water and electrocute them. The hair straightener bounced and landed in the water. Nothing happened. I looked at the powerpoint and the cord had been dislodged and the turned off. I plugged it in quickly and turned the switch on. The room lit up in a blue haze as the girls screamed. I ran quickly, as the screaming had brought the attention of others.The hazy figure seemed to dash in and out of rooms and the house seemed to get darker. I ran through the corridor, feeling them behind me before I ran into someone. I struggled to get away from them as a hand clamped over my mouth and dragged me into a dark supply closet. I breathed heavily, shaking as the hand held hard against my mouth. I could feel someone behind me and I wondered if this would be how I died. I could hear the sound of thumping in the hallway outside. Slowly the sound got more distant until it was a faint echo. The hand dropped and I turned, shining my flash light at the person. The boy looked at me with a sense of relief. He told me he had tried to wake me but I appeared to be dead as I would not wake for anything. He explained he had shaken me and slapped me but I didn't wake and he was afraid that whatever happened to them had happened to me. He leaned forward and opened the door and peered into the corridor. He motioned for me to follow him as we slipped into the darkness. We crept silently through the hallway until we reached the front door. I reached for the handle as a scream shook out across the room. I turned to see the white haze lunge at us. It's impact was cold as ice as it threw me through the front door and onto the front veranda, disappearing into nothing as the sun hit the porch. I breathed heavily, my chest aching from the impact. The boy sat up next to me, his arms covered in dark purple bruises. The man who had led us there walked up to us. He smiled and looked behind him. His people seemed to come up behind him and they watched as he lead us down a dark alley. I don't know why we followed him, perhaps it was from exhaustion, perhaps it was from fear. The alley seemed to be filled with faces of the people in the room. He pointed them out to us as if he was proud. Reaching the end, he smiled once more, then something heavy hit me in the head. Everything went dark.

I awoke in the room with the bunk bed. The boy laying next to me on the bottom bunk. I looked down and I was wearing a long t-shirt which was covered in blood. My head ached and I reached behind to feel blood mattered in my hair. The boy moved slightly but did not wake. I shook him and he opened his eyes. "Fuck" he said. I looked to where he was looking at the white haze stood at the end of the bed. Waiting.

Flood and Crows

I would like to thank my Insomnia for kicking in once again. I hate when it does that because I don't get to dream and then I get frustrated and angry. Anyways due to my lack of sleeping, and the necessity to wake up every hour on the hour, I decided to update with an older dream.. Here we go

4th July, 2010 : Flood and Crows

I was sitting at the computer, flicking through websites when a bulletin came on the news. There was going to be a heavy rain storm that might lead to flooding. My family seemed really panicked about it and insisted on us packing our essential stuff into the car. I packed my things, slowly, while watching the sky turn a dark black. There were warnings of floods coming left right and centre. There were these huge ships that had been constructed for people to stay in during the flood "just in case". We walked outside and it had begun to rain lightly, the thunder crashing loudly in front of us. We piled into the car and started driving towards these ships. We got stuck in the mud at one point and the people around us kept looking at me funny. We got free and headed to the ships but there was no room for our car and our things. We tried all the entrances and they were all filling up slowly. Someone had placed a large ladder at the top of this huge building. People were climbing up it and into the place to get out of the storm and in hope the shelter would protect them from the rain. We got out of the car and tried to park it in the garage of the place but it was full. People were arguing and screaming at one another and we kept trying different places. We eventually came back to the building and I climbed up the ladder. I peered through the window and noticed that the room was filled with pillows and people were gathered inside it, trying to escape from the storm. By now the sky was almost black and the rain was coming down harder and harder. I told my parents to get inside and I'd find somewhere for the car. I was looking for a place but I couldn't find any, people kept stopping and looking at me, then speeding off in another direction.

 I wasn't sure what was going on until the man approached. He opened the bonnet of his car and began to attach wires to the engine. He said he had to do something to me, or something really bad would happen. Unsure I looked at my parents for help, they didn't seem to see me so I laid down in the rain, he opened up my shirt and grabbed a knife and slit down my chest, he opened my rib cage and put the ends of the wire on my heart. It shocked me once, he said it wasn't enough and did it again and again. Finally I felt like something was pulling me away from this scene. After struggling for a while, I gave in and let go of whatever I was holding on to and everything went black.

I was sitting at my computer, talking to someone on msn. They said a huge storm was coming and it would lead to floods that would wipe out a lot of people. I told them I wasn't leaving. The rain was getting heavier outside my window and I watched as the rain seeped under the crack of my door. It wasn't long before the water reached my ankles, I said goodbye to whoever I was talking to and walked out of the house. I saw a few cars speeding past and I waved my arms to get someone to stop, A car slowed down and there was a woman and a man in it, I thought they were going to help me, instead the man pulled out a gun and shot me four times. I fell to the ground and I could see my blood mixing with the water. I was trying to get up when the Man approached me again. He said he could help, I had to trust him. A pool of black ooze appeared on the floor, He said that if I wanted to live, I had to let it in me. I could see others walking the street with the ooze; they seemed to be like zombies. I could feel the ooze travelling up my leg and into the wounds, I didn’t' want it but I didn't have a choice. Then everything just stopped.

I was standing outside of my school talking to a girl. She told me I had to go home and get her a book before class started. I walked towards the park and noticed there were quite a few birds floating around. As I turned the corner I noticed a large black crow sitting on the fence. Its wings were out as if it was drying the rain from before, although nothing was wet. It called out loudly and stared into my eyes as I walked past. I felt a sharp sting in my leg and turned to see another crow, its beak embedded into my leg. I pulled it out gently and let it fly. It swooped again at me. I fell to the ground, attempting to protect myself. I looked up and there was a large black dog, its eyes red growling at me. It bit me hard on the arm and began to drag me up towards my street. When I got there, I saw the man again, Just standing there laughing at me. He asks me if I've had enough. Then there was a large crack of thunder. Then I woke up.