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 Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:21 pm
Suddenly, you awaken. You are alone. A look at your clock reveals it is midnight--outside the window, the full moon is dark; a streetlight flickers and dies. You feel eyes on your back, and you realize that someone is in your room. There is a soft mumbling, words unintelligible, monstrous--like an inhuman throat is trying to produce human words. Turning slowly, you see a dark shadow in a corner, rocking itself back and forth. Back and forth.
Any attempt to illuminate the monster is thwarted; the darkness of its corner is impenetrable. No one answers your calls. When you speak to the figure, it doesn't answer, unless there's a slight alteration in the unintelligible mumbling.
Finally, when you approach the shadow-monster, it vanishes.
There is no trace it was ever there.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:45 am
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Despite the lamp's light illuminating the room, there was still an unusual eerie air within the bedroom. Light streaks across the room except for one corner. As if there exists a thick black curtain, no light can penetrate it. Instead, peering from that solitary corner are two glowing red orbs. The color of dried blood left out centuries.
Shoulders hunched over and neck bent forward, from behind it might have appeared that the large man was studying. After all, his desk lamp was on and there was a pen in his hand. Then slowly, degrees at a time, the body began to lean forward. There was a loud crack as the person's head hit the obsidian desk top and a mass of papers fluttering in the air as person woke up with a start.
"GAH!"
Looking down at his desk, the male pursed his lips as the gentle swoosh-swoosh of falling papers could be heard. He was about to bend down and pick them up when he felt that inexplicable feeling of being watched. Like the gazelle that flinches at the lion's gaze, Jezabroux turned his head slowly and nearly let out a yell of fright. Instead, he opted to grip the edge of his table to keep from falling. Any sounds might provoke it into attack him. He did not want that. Though if that were the case, it should have attacked him the moment those paper flew into the air.
There, sitting in the corner of his room was a mass of writhing shadows. Perhaps, if it were just simply that Jezabroux would have not been so horrified. As he stood there frozen in terror, the smell of decay filled his nose and the sound of thousands of flies buzzing at once filled his ears.
Cover his nose with his arm, Jezabroux picked up the desk lamp in one hand and held it out in front of him, approaching the imperceptible mass slowly.
The mass seemed to split for a moment, like something seen in a scifi movie with holograms scrambling when touch... it flashed like that before recombining. The buzzing was even louder and it was at that point, Jezabroux realized it wasn't buzzing. But rather it was mumbling, mumbling words form a language so archaic that he had been mislead. The buzzing sound was simply its voice.
Waving the lamp in front of the shadow, Jezabroux stared in morbid fascination as no light illuminated the monstrous creature in his room. If light could not touch it... could he? Reach with a tentative hand, he let out a yelp when the writhing mass of darkness momentarily swallowed his hand before flying right into him.
He smashed his eyes shut and when he reopened them, it was gone. There were no traces except for it ever having been there. At was as if... it had been a bad dream.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 11:03 am
You're sitting on your bed at the end of the day, winding down from what was actually rather more stressful than you had expected. The temperature's quite normal, so when you start to feel beads of sweat trailing down your spine you're confused, to say the least. You reach back to adjust your collar; your fingertips come away bloody...
Removing the shirt reveals that the beads of sweat have in fact been beads of blood. Your shirt is liberally soaked in the stuff; there's a huge spot on the bed--
You blink, and it's gone. The blood, the stains, everything-- except for one tiny drop on the collar of your shirt.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 1:48 pm
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