Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27894245-20160406201657

Clouds, a distance piece of one’s self, and one’s sight. Like imagination, it is seen differently from person to person. Similar to one’s fears. I learned that the hard way, if you want to say it was a “hard way”. If you want to know my story, well, be prepared. There is a lot to be said, and a lot I won’t say. And there is a lot I don't remember about……...my past life. Some is just a blur and some is clear as day like family, some my personality, and well, this. This event was tragic enough, so don’t blame me for leaving a few parts out. (Sigh), alright, let’s begin before I lose myself again. It all started on October 30, 1941. I, Nigel Slayer, was invited to the party, that would change my life forever. At first, it had came in the mail on a cold, autumn’s day. Not to suspicious, seeming how I’m always getting party invitations, and declining them. But what made me accept, was the note inside that went along with the invite. The note had read, “Those who live to attend, receive an eternal reward. You are 1 of 5 people to have this special chance.” This letter now shudders me. I HATE seeing it. But alas, I can only leave so much unsaid. On the back of the envelope was the number for the R.S.V.P. I don't really remember the number, it's not important anyway. But what really scares me, is- who answered. The answerer was what sounded like an old man, with a deep, raspy voice. He had said, “Thank you for answering to my son’s R.S.V.P. If you are one of the guests with the special letter,” i'll have to stop there at the moment. I don't remember the button he mention, so i'll refer to it as….. blank. “ hit the blank key three times on your phone.” He stayed silent on the other line, waiting for me to hit them. I looked back at the letter, and back to the phone. Hesitantly, I hit the blank key three times. Once I did, the man replied, “Good. I have special directions for you to take to reach our house. Warning: like the letter said, you will ONLY get your reward if you can survive the great journey. But trust me, it will be worth your while, I’m very sure of it.” he then told me to get a piece of paper, and a pen. And told me to write down the directions on how to make it to his “son’s” house.But before I could finish he said “there is one more catch, if you come in a outfit you might get something extra. Whoever has the best costume there, will get the extra thing. After all, it is that time of year.” I didn't think this was abnormal because well...like he said. So I finished writing down the address, but before I could ask any more questions, he hung up within 1 or 2 seconds flat. So I thought about what my costume was going to be. I don't really remember what the costume was but I remember being inspired by the dream taker, a creature from legend. I don't remember much of the look of that god forsaken costume but I do remember it had a suit as a part of it. And of course…….. the mask, that GOD FORSAKEN MASK, the mask that haunts me every day, it's the perfect mask to strike fear into people's hearts, but yet it cur-... im sorry, im getting of track. Anyway, I knew that the party was the next day so I prepared the costume that night. And no I won't go into any more detail about the costume or I might freak out again. Anyway I look at the address and it was a long time away. I don't remember how long away it was, but I DO remember it was 2 or 3 hours away from me. But I had to go, I already R.S.V.P.ed to the party and pulse, a reward for going, I was such a fool. I noticed it was near a forest…… I hated that GODDAM FOREST!! I swore never to go to that forest again, AND I didn't remember that house being around there, although i wasn't there for long, I got so sick, I wasn't the sa- no i'm done talking about that forest, I won't relive that. Well it was the next day and I…… had doubts, I knew that forest was bad news but I didn't want to hear people complaining about how I didn't go to there party. And plus, I don't usually go to parties, maybe it would fun, why, WHY did I think THAT? So by the time I was ready, and plus the time it would take to get there, I was probably going to be late, so I rushed. I don't remember much of the trip there, but do remember phasing in and out and being unbelievably tired despite getting a full night's sleep. So by the time I was in that……..forest, I felt like I was being watched. When I was almost there, I saw man in the road that look like he was made out of……….shadows. He held his hand out and I blacked out. I don't expect you MORTALS to understand the pain, nightmares, and mental torture I felt, if you mortals felt that you would die, in fact looking back on that that's basically what happened. when I was back up I was in that forest, I felt weird, like I was a ghost, but had a physical form. I looked down and there it was, my mask. That happy face staring back at me, I pick it up and put it on, at that moment I knew that I wasn't human anymore NO, I was a monster. But it felt……...right, I finally felt like I had a purpose in the universe. Nigel slayer is dead, there is only, the man of wood.  