|The Fine Line Between Fantasy and Reality
Author: Camon1 PM
I woke up in on the most beautiful day of my life. How did it turn out this way? A short horror story, showing that things aren't always as they seem. Major twists at the end, so stay until I'm done for the best results :DRated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Suspense - Words: 1,741 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-19-13 - id: 3093389
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So I had this dream. And I felt like sharing it. This is just the prologue, I swear I'll have more up soon :D Stay tuned to the end for some cool twists and turns!
Rated T for violence and mild language, but nothing too severe. Also, some pretty scary stuff will go down, so be warned.
Have fun, you guys :D -Camon
There's a pounding. In my head. It forces my eyes open. My brain is strangely clear; you'd think that after what happened last night, my head would be awfully muddled. But of course, I don't remember what happened last night. So my head remains blank. I take in my surroundings and realize I'm half hanging off of my bed; what? I move slightly, and immediately tumble to the floor. Really? I pick myself up off the recently swept wooden floor, and turn around in circles. Yep; I'm in my room. My bookshelf near the door is still pristine and untouched. I treat my books like babies; I'm weird like that. My second story window open to the beautiful chirping of birds in the front yard's very own oak tree. I swear, that thing is older than dirt.
My head starts to ache again, and this time the pain resonates throughout my body. I have never felt a pain like this before, so I decide to try and cure it in the place I cure most of my problems; the shower.
I grab a fresh set of casual clothing out of my white dresser next to my bed, and exit my room. As I pass through the long, carpeted hallway, I can't help but admire all the pictures on the wall; everyone of them telling a story, bringing back a specific memory. Like the one where I got my first dog, or performed my first song; that was a thrill ride, let me tell you. Heh…
I round the corner and enter the first door on the right. I still smell the soap and bleach from when my mother cleaned the bathroom yesterday. I almost slip on the tile going towards the shower; man, when she cleans, she cleans! I set my clothes on the trolley next to the toilet and slip out of my clothes. They must be the clothes I wore last night and slept in, because they reek of god knows what. I step into the shower and turn on the faucet. I make sure to let the water run before switching on the shower head; last time I forgot, and was immediately showered with freezing water. Nope! Don't want that again, no thank you! As the water heats up, I can feel the steam building up in the room. The water vapor threatens to drown me, and I automatically remember what I forgot.
"Aw, shell! The vent!" I cry aloud.
I step quickly out of the shower and fall straight on my rear. I mentally kick myself; why am I so forgetful this morning?! I crawl over to the wall switch and flip on the vent that suctions the steam right out of the room. I feel the relief instantaneously. However, just for good measure, I slowly stand up and carefully make my way over to the window, opening it as well.
"Now…" I sigh. "Let's get back to what we were doing, eh?" I have to wonder if I'm crazy or not, talking to myself. I swear, I have more than 1 personality housed in this little 5'6" package of mine.
I step back into the shower a second time and let the warm water run over me. I start washing my hair and body immediately, making sure to cleanse the sticky odor off of my body. Whatever happened last night left a very strong reminder on me; I wonder what it was….
After I have removed the last of the sweet smelling suds out of my hair, and rinsed the soft lather off of my body, I stand there and think. I read somewhere that 80% of a 20min average shower is spent contemplating your life. Huh. I don't doubt that at all.
As I near the end of my shower, I suddenly wonder; where is my family? I didn't hear any noise coming from down stairs when I woke up this morning. But, then again, I did wake up at 11 o'clock on a beautiful Saturday morning. My sister, Laine, is probably gone off with her friends, my dad at the country club he owns. Which means I am probably alone with my mom and my thoughts, and knowing my sweet, sweet mother, she is probably avoiding excess noise in fear of waking. My mother is so amazing…. Always so considerate and kind. I wouldn't give her up for the world.
As I turn off the water and step out into the chilly spring air that has wafted into my bathroom, I stop for a moment and breathe in the paradise. The day outside is so beautiful, so perfect, it almost feels artificial. My breathing rate slows… Well, enough of that. I dry my feet on the bath mat and walk over to the trolley, grab a towel, and dry myself thoroughly. I dress in my freshly pressed clothes and exit the bathroom. I walk back down the hall way and to my bedroom again. After searching my desk for my keys, which I finally find under piles and piles of unfinished artwork, I put on my shoes and walk, once again, down the hallway. This time, however, I make my way to the grand staircase. As I walk downstairs, I still hear no noise. I do notice, however, all the windows and doors are open, letting fresh air and the quiet tranquility from the neighborhood waft in.
"MOM?" I call out. I receive no answer. I shrug my shoulders and pass it off that she can't hear me. I step off the bottom stair and walk across the foyer and into the dining room.
"Mom?" I try again, softer this time. Still silence. Weird…. Still, I roll it off as nothing and walk through the swinging doors and into the kitchen. I grab a glass out of the cabinet and fill it with juice from the fridge. I sit at the small chef's table in the kitchen and drink my juice quietly. I plan on visiting the park today, but I don't want to leave without telling Mom. Knowing her, she would freak out if she found me gone first thing this morning. I hop off the tall barstool and walk back into the dining room. I notice something on the floor that I hadn't seen when I passed through here the first time…. Upon further investigation, I see it is one of the house phones. The screen has been smashed in and the buttons gouged. Wow… someone must have been out to get this phone for some reason. I laugh at myself for the thought and set the broken device on the table, aiming to have it fixed later. I walk into the living room and try my luck again.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! I'm leaving! I'm heading to the park, and I've got my phone!" Oops. That was a lie. I forgot my phone in my room. Whatever, I won't be far. Besides, if I catch up with Lex, I can just finagle his. I decide to grab my coat out of the laundry room, just in case it stays this chilly outside. As I wander through the house, passing rooms and closets as I make my way to the laundry room. Something is off, though. There seems to be minor scratches on the walls; which isn't good, because that goes deeper than just paint. I don't think too much about it, though. As I near the laundry room door, I notice a peculiar smell. What is that god-awful stench?! I look around, trying to pinpoint the location of the vile odor, and unknowingly step into a sticky puddle on the floor. I look down slowly, seeing the growing mass of red seeping under the doorframe. I gasp in shock, dropping my glass, spilling my remaining juice on the floor and sending thin slivers of glass in all directions. The juice intermingles with the thick red liquid.
"What the…" I mutter.
My eyes instantly grow to the size of quarters, full of fear.
"M-Mom?" I ask in a shaky voice, fearing the response. I hear a small whimpering from the other side of the door, a suppressed woman's cry. Oh my god, Mom! I push through and slowly follow the trail of blood, which is now taking on a smeared look as it progresses across the floor. As the crying gets louder and more intense as I approach, I stop.
"Mom?" I whisper. The crying gets even worse. I look around the washing machine and see her. Fear stabs my heart like a knife. She is holding a broken phone, like the one I found in the dining room, curled up in a ball, tears streaking her face. Her arm is bleeding severely. Without warning, I lose it.
"Oh my god, Mom, are you okay?!" I reach down to help her, and am greeted by a sharp kick to the stomach. She screams, tears flowing from her face even harder now.
"Noooooooooooo!" She cries.
"Mom, what the hell?!" I look back into her eyes, pure terror written across her face in bold letters. She is staring at something behind me. I whip around, and my heart stops. There, at the end of the long laundry room next to the other door, stands something I have never before seen the likes of. It is like a dark mass, floating there. It has no defining features, other than the fact that it has a slightly humanoid figure. Other than that, nothing. It just… floats. It is rather tall, and dense, like a heavy smoke made of pure black. I just stand there.
"Oh hell no…"
I flip around, grab my horrified mother, and bolt out the second door behind us. My beautiful day just got worse.
So this is the prologue. I hope you like it, and stay tuned for more freaky goodness :D