It had been a crazy night, a mixed blur of party lights and drinks, people who had blurred faces and soundless conversations. Alex wasn't sure were he was anymore, it was dark and decrepit with the stench of rotting flesh. Stumbling over his feet in the pitch black had him wondering if he was dumped there like whatever else was in this huge place. His phone read 8am but there was no sunlight outside the windows, his vision faded out completely. What was in those drinks?! What happened!? Feeling his way around the room to see if there was a way out but after circling the enclosure all he could find was 2 locked windows. Cursing at the air while panic set in as if it was black tentacles from the abyss ensnaring him. Feeling his way back to the corner only lead to him sticking his hand in something … squishy.
In attempt to calm himself Alex shut his eyes but the ever growing fear of being trapped there forever was almost overwhelming, despite not being able to see a small sense of calm washed over him. The smell of rotting something lingered in the air but Alex wasn't sure what it was. After a moment something strange happened, a click of a grandfather clock made his head jerk upward and suddenly there was this hunger that only someone who hadn't eaten in weeks could have ever experienced. W-what... don't tell me I've been here for more than a day... What is with this hunger... Clenching his stomach as it begged and tightened for substance only then did some scent caught his nose. Something about the bags beside him seemed to smell … delicious. It was driving him crazy, both the smell and the pain. Drool started oozing out of his mouth and his hands were subconsciously searching for the bag that he stuck his hand in a little bit ago, or was it a while ago. He cared not for time nor anything else but that bag that suddenly was missing.
A sudden breath about 4 inches from his face caught him off guard, snapping to attention and practically threw himself into the corner. Gasping out of fear for whatever presence had just announced itself but it was already gone, Did... Did I just imagine that? W-what was that? Moving slightly away from the wall is when it happened, a hand wrapped itself around Alex's ankle and dragged him forward causing him to slam his back onto the floor. Another hand came out of the darkness and gripped his throat and tightened hard enough to leave a bruise. Nails were digging into his flesh and his hands instinctively reached for the hand but there was nothing to be found, clawing at his own throat to free himself as his free leg flailed in attempt to kick whoever, whatever had him but his efforts and strength wasted when he felt nothing connect. It seemed like hours as he choked and gasped for air but just as quickly as the hands pinned him down, they were gone as if nothing happened. Laying there for a good moment gasping and coughing only to be replaced by a new feeling, what felt like a knife stabbed through his abdomen and dragged from one side of his stomach to the other.
Crouching against the knife that gutted him like a fish and reaching down to hold onto the blood and guts that threatened to spill out onto the floor only there was no blood or entrails to be found, even the cloth of his shirt wasn't cut. Panic again. Running his hands over his torso a few times to make sure he wasn't losing his mind, just like the hands. This... This has to be a dream right? … No way this kind of thing could happen... Dumbfounded and lost Alex laid on his side with his mind racing and attempting to rationalize what was going on, but there was no explanation. Turning over so that his back was to the ceiling and vomiting blood and saliva as if someone had stabbed a vital organ with a massive amount of force, panting and touching what he believed to be blood only kicked fear into high gear. Unable to see what was in front of him yet it smelled foul, almost gut retching. What... What is this? Did... this just come out of me? Puzzled he attempted another smell and nearly emptied more of whatever was in his stomach into his own hand.
Placing his head and hand on the hardwood floors. What the fuck is going on?! Slamming his fist down once, twice and a third time but obviously the floor couldn't tell him. Tip toeing on the fence of fear and rational thinking Alex pulled himself up and held his stomach, groaning at the pain of being phantom stabbed and gutted only confirmed that this was reality but his mind refused to believe it. Taking the moment to breathe and collect his thoughts was cut off by the floor giving out on him, that rush of wind passing by his ears and intense feeling of hitting the ground was all he could picture. Stopped short by the sound of something meaty being skewered, reaching down to touch the floor but the hand only swooped towards his stomach and that's when he felt it. Something metal that lead up to his stomach and liquid oozed down the sides of this piece of metal onto his hands, a slight move of his back brought all of his nerves back to life and they screamed. Soon enough he laid flat, unsure of how he got there and quickly reached for his stomach.
The shirt he wore was torn as if he had been stabbed through and through but there was no blood, no organs leaking, no... nothing. Alex freaked out and scrambled to a corner only to be cut off by a bag in his way, once again that smell of rotten meat forced it's way into his nose but all he could do was drool. Tearing open the bag in front of him and didn't care about what was inside, devouring it's contents within a matter of moments. Morning tore into the sky and some of the people around the house had called the police to come find out what was happening inside of the small place, opening the door they found a male hunched over with his back to them snickering. There was blood all over the walls and floor, even under him. Drawing their weapons and shaking while telling the male to turn around with his hands up, but all the male could do was raise some bloodied hands as the police officers inched closer to him.
There was a torn hole in his cloths as if he was impaled but no blood other then the soaking around it, once they got a good look at him a few of the officers had to turn around and puke. In his mouth was a piece of intestines just dangling from his teeth, a wicked grin on his face and his eyes completely white as if his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood running down from his mouth and soaking into his collar, they weren't sure if it was his own or from whatever person he was eating. Dropping the entrails from his mouth Alex slammed back first onto the hardwood floors writhing in pain but this caused the officers to shoot him down, 10, 20, 35 times and there laid Alex. Dead.
It was only when the paramedics made their way onto scene and started gathering up the corpse that the image faded, Alex sat up with a jolt. Frantic and scared he forced himself back into a corner while taking in his surroundings, he was still with his friends that night of the party. Only something was strange, other then the people there staring at him like he was a crazy person. Seeing their faces and in a blink of an eye they all grinned manically and reached for him, darting out of the room only to find more people with ominous grins and outstretched hands. Bashing his way out the front door of the house and falling to the ground Alex turned back and saw nothing but a normal party, the house however reminded him of what he just experienced. Those two windows on the top part of the house freaked him out the most, unable to think straight he got to his feet and started running. Before he knew it, Alex was in the middle of traffic and one turn of the head he was struck by a speeding car that sent him flying into the bus in front of it, hitting the far corner of the bus caused his spine to bend backwards and his head to collide with a metal piece and caved in. It wasn't til his spirit left it's body did he notice that there was no house he just came running out of but an empty lot til the house showed itself and opened the front door. Being sucked back into the house Alex screamed for the people circling his now lump of meat, the ghosts inside grabbed him, dragging him back into the space he had just saw just to live the experience over and over.
In attempt to calm himself Alex shut his eyes but the ever growing fear of being trapped there forever was almost overwhelming, despite not being able to see a small sense of calm washed over him. The smell of rotting something lingered in the air but Alex wasn't sure what it was. After a moment something strange happened, a click of a grandfather clock made his head jerk upward and suddenly there was this hunger that only someone who hadn't eaten in weeks could have ever experienced. W-what... don't tell me I've been here for more than a day... What is with this hunger... Clenching his stomach as it begged and tightened for substance only then did some scent caught his nose. Something about the bags beside him seemed to smell … delicious. It was driving him crazy, both the smell and the pain. Drool started oozing out of his mouth and his hands were subconsciously searching for the bag that he stuck his hand in a little bit ago, or was it a while ago. He cared not for time nor anything else but that bag that suddenly was missing.
A sudden breath about 4 inches from his face caught him off guard, snapping to attention and practically threw himself into the corner. Gasping out of fear for whatever presence had just announced itself but it was already gone, Did... Did I just imagine that? W-what was that? Moving slightly away from the wall is when it happened, a hand wrapped itself around Alex's ankle and dragged him forward causing him to slam his back onto the floor. Another hand came out of the darkness and gripped his throat and tightened hard enough to leave a bruise. Nails were digging into his flesh and his hands instinctively reached for the hand but there was nothing to be found, clawing at his own throat to free himself as his free leg flailed in attempt to kick whoever, whatever had him but his efforts and strength wasted when he felt nothing connect. It seemed like hours as he choked and gasped for air but just as quickly as the hands pinned him down, they were gone as if nothing happened. Laying there for a good moment gasping and coughing only to be replaced by a new feeling, what felt like a knife stabbed through his abdomen and dragged from one side of his stomach to the other.
Crouching against the knife that gutted him like a fish and reaching down to hold onto the blood and guts that threatened to spill out onto the floor only there was no blood or entrails to be found, even the cloth of his shirt wasn't cut. Panic again. Running his hands over his torso a few times to make sure he wasn't losing his mind, just like the hands. This... This has to be a dream right? … No way this kind of thing could happen... Dumbfounded and lost Alex laid on his side with his mind racing and attempting to rationalize what was going on, but there was no explanation. Turning over so that his back was to the ceiling and vomiting blood and saliva as if someone had stabbed a vital organ with a massive amount of force, panting and touching what he believed to be blood only kicked fear into high gear. Unable to see what was in front of him yet it smelled foul, almost gut retching. What... What is this? Did... this just come out of me? Puzzled he attempted another smell and nearly emptied more of whatever was in his stomach into his own hand.
Placing his head and hand on the hardwood floors. What the fuck is going on?! Slamming his fist down once, twice and a third time but obviously the floor couldn't tell him. Tip toeing on the fence of fear and rational thinking Alex pulled himself up and held his stomach, groaning at the pain of being phantom stabbed and gutted only confirmed that this was reality but his mind refused to believe it. Taking the moment to breathe and collect his thoughts was cut off by the floor giving out on him, that rush of wind passing by his ears and intense feeling of hitting the ground was all he could picture. Stopped short by the sound of something meaty being skewered, reaching down to touch the floor but the hand only swooped towards his stomach and that's when he felt it. Something metal that lead up to his stomach and liquid oozed down the sides of this piece of metal onto his hands, a slight move of his back brought all of his nerves back to life and they screamed. Soon enough he laid flat, unsure of how he got there and quickly reached for his stomach.
The shirt he wore was torn as if he had been stabbed through and through but there was no blood, no organs leaking, no... nothing. Alex freaked out and scrambled to a corner only to be cut off by a bag in his way, once again that smell of rotten meat forced it's way into his nose but all he could do was drool. Tearing open the bag in front of him and didn't care about what was inside, devouring it's contents within a matter of moments. Morning tore into the sky and some of the people around the house had called the police to come find out what was happening inside of the small place, opening the door they found a male hunched over with his back to them snickering. There was blood all over the walls and floor, even under him. Drawing their weapons and shaking while telling the male to turn around with his hands up, but all the male could do was raise some bloodied hands as the police officers inched closer to him.
There was a torn hole in his cloths as if he was impaled but no blood other then the soaking around it, once they got a good look at him a few of the officers had to turn around and puke. In his mouth was a piece of intestines just dangling from his teeth, a wicked grin on his face and his eyes completely white as if his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood running down from his mouth and soaking into his collar, they weren't sure if it was his own or from whatever person he was eating. Dropping the entrails from his mouth Alex slammed back first onto the hardwood floors writhing in pain but this caused the officers to shoot him down, 10, 20, 35 times and there laid Alex. Dead.
It was only when the paramedics made their way onto scene and started gathering up the corpse that the image faded, Alex sat up with a jolt. Frantic and scared he forced himself back into a corner while taking in his surroundings, he was still with his friends that night of the party. Only something was strange, other then the people there staring at him like he was a crazy person. Seeing their faces and in a blink of an eye they all grinned manically and reached for him, darting out of the room only to find more people with ominous grins and outstretched hands. Bashing his way out the front door of the house and falling to the ground Alex turned back and saw nothing but a normal party, the house however reminded him of what he just experienced. Those two windows on the top part of the house freaked him out the most, unable to think straight he got to his feet and started running. Before he knew it, Alex was in the middle of traffic and one turn of the head he was struck by a speeding car that sent him flying into the bus in front of it, hitting the far corner of the bus caused his spine to bend backwards and his head to collide with a metal piece and caved in. It wasn't til his spirit left it's body did he notice that there was no house he just came running out of but an empty lot til the house showed itself and opened the front door. Being sucked back into the house Alex screamed for the people circling his now lump of meat, the ghosts inside grabbed him, dragging him back into the space he had just saw just to live the experience over and over.
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