Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26809749-20161012190945

I wake up on a cold dark floor, or at least that's what I'm assuming it is. I cannot see anything, just the endless embrace of darkness. Slowly pushing myself off of the floor I stand up.

"How did I get here?" I thought to myself.

The last thing I remember doing was going to bed the night before after just another usual day of work and some video games when I got home.

"What's that smell" I say to myself, as it smells pungent, disgusting, and especially nauseating. The aroma, that smells like a combination of fermented meat, spoiled milk, mold, and mildew. I start to walk in the darkness, feeling my hands around for anything I may be able to recognize. The floor was starting to make "plop" noises as if I am walking through shallow water. The smells start to get even stronger now, having remained calm so long up to this point the smell was finally getting to me. I retched and almost vomited, I tried to get my bearings and tried to back track away from whatever that liquid was, while trying to make sure I do not walk into anything. The next thing I knew I heard a noise,

"rattle, rattle, rattle"

I will admit if it were not that dark in here, I would have automatically assumed it may have been a baby rattle. It finally unnerved me, I panicked and said out loud "Hello, is someone there"



 The rattling continues but seems to be getting louder, I run away from the direction of the noise not caring what could be waiting for me up ahead. The next thing I know I am on the ground in the unidentifiable liquid I was walking in before. It feels almost sticky, and the rattling noise is gone now, so I assumed that I have gotten away from whatever was making that noise.



"Owwww dammit" I scream out loud the pain causing a migraine to form.

I feel around for something to help get myself up, It feels almost like a box or a crate, the first actual inanimate object that I have found this whole time I've been here. I stand up with help from the crate, and feel around on top of it.

"What is this?" I think to myself as I pick up a small object, it feels like a metallic object. There is a flip lid on it. "This feels like my zippo that I had back in my apartment" I flip it open and try to light it. It worked, I finally have some light in this abysmal place. I finally thought to look down at whatever this sticky liquid is. It appeared to be some sort of crimson goo, with little pieces floating in it.

"Bang"

I jump a little accidentally letting the zippo go out, I try to light it again, no luck. The next thing I know I start to hear something that sounds like footsteps in the goo, I start to run in the opposite direction of the noise, the footsteps start moving faster almost in a run. After about a good 5 minutes of running straight in one direction, I start to see light, it seems more like moonlight coming in through a high up window. As I progressively get closer to the light I see a silhouette, I stop immediately in my tracks, petrified as to who or what that could possibly be. It just stands there motionless, appearing to look up at the window. The moonlight starts to fade as what looks like clouds covers it up.... more footsteps now, I crouch down instinctively. I hear scratching noises, or well I wouldn't say it sounds like scratching but more like a metallic object being slowly dragged on the concrete floor. It's getting closer, and then like nothing was there to begin with, the moonlight started shinning in again, and it was gone, like it was never there to begin with. I stand up and walk over to where it was standing, and there was a baby rattle. I bend down to pick it up and a chill shoots down my spine.

A booming and old sounding voice echo's "Does that belong to you!?"

I jump from how sudden that was, and scream back "Why are you doing this to me!?"

<p class="MsoNormal">It responds "Because it's fun"

<p class="MsoNormal">The next noise I hear still rings in my head till today, a evil and maniacal laugh, it seems to echo from everywhere around me.

<p class="MsoNormal">The moonlight goes out, and everything goes back into the darkness. The last thing I remember from that night is a loud "Thump", then everything faded away.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The next thing I know, I woke up in my bed sweating profusely. I look in the mirror to see if that dream really happened, No marks, cuts, or bruises anywhere. I look down at my dresser and there on top of it was the rattle. <ac_metadata title="The Unknown Darkness"> </ac_metadata>