Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26299969-20150412034422

The blank wall stared at me as I tried to shut down and go to sleep, but alas I couldn't. My hand gently stroked the fur that belonged to my cat, my brother across the room was snoring loudly, but as annoying as it was, it was a sign of comfort. Today had been depressing to say the least, I wanted to get it over with. Lately, my life had been boring, I didn't have too many things to do, Usually it seemed that i'd wake up, go to school and then go to bed, and repeat. Well it wasn't literally like that though, I had things to do between coming home from school and going to bed, but nothing extraordinary.

I closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep for the umpteenth time tonight. But I couldn't, it was as if something didn't want me to sleep. I looked at my cat, he looked so relaxed why couldn't I be that way? Then, in an instant his eyes jolted open, he looked around and meowed loudly, his pupils grew dilated, he stood up and left the bed. It wasn't too long before I noticed that my brother had stopped his snoring. I slowly drifted my gaze toward the other side of the room.

His bed was soaked and caked with some sort of black goo, the sheets were mangled and my little brother wasn't there. I stood up off the bed leaving behind the sheets.

''What's going on? ''The question was never really answered, at least not for the moment. I shuffled over to Jason's bed, the black muck seemed to be growing and spreading. I was careful not to step on anything. There was no telling what this stuff would do, I inspected every inch of the bed I could see, Jason wasn't there. But there was something in the middle of the sheets that caught my eye.

It was a joke book.

Unlike everything else, this wasn't smeared in the black stuff found all over, I grabbed it, and sat on my bed, the muck seemed to had stop growing. I leafed through, my little brother fancied himself a budding comic as of late, but I've never seen this joke book around the house. The cover of the book, had a sad face, it was a simple two lines with a curved one at the bottom, but this conveyed so much emotion. As for the inside of the book, there was nothing, no jokes, riddles, or substandard cheesy puns, this was not a normal joke book. But at the back page, was an arrow that pointed down to a flap tapped neatly to the bottom, the page was nothing more than a standard, loose leaf lined paper normally found in notebooks.

I took my fingers and lifted the flap, and the only joke in the whole book was written there.

The man wouldn't have killed himself had he seen the sawdust.

That wasn't a joke, it was a riddle.

The words on the page melted in a split second, as I saw the ink falling off the paper, It landed on my bed and it grew. Was the black stuff goo?

it was a possibility i couldn't ignore, so i looked down, and saw, jokes and jokes word for word they were all made from the ink. I leafed through again, finding nothing, it was then that i realized, there were no jokes in the book, because they melted off the floor. I laughed nervously.

The words then rearranged themselves, letters scribbling, words melting into one another, then they suddenly stopped, across the floor, was the letters:

LOOK AT THE WALL.

I heard laughter behind me, I looked and saw a drawing of a face, then it started to bulge out, until color automatically appeared on his face, of was it her face, the face smiled, it had no eyes to speak of, his mouth was something that looked like it'd belong to a clown, he had green hair and a grotesque countenance. It smiled, opened it's mouth, which was filled with jagged teeth. Then the figure started coughing, he wheezed, his throat made sounds of that close to a cat throwing up. suddenly his mouth stretched wide and far, it made an "O" shape, then the clown face gagged, his cheeks swelled and he threw up something covered in the same black goo, the thing he threw up was writhing and squirming on the floor, i reached down and lifted the black muck off, underneath was Jason.

The clown face disappeared, but not before saying the following.

"That taste funny, yuk yuk yuk." 