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Often Wrong

By Ethan Murri



“It is common for the human mind to be wrong.



Think about that.



Think hard about that.



You could be wrong right now. You think your brain is afraid of the dark because it can no longer tell of its surroundings. And it naturally assumes the worst.

That isn’t what’s happening.

What’s happening is that in the dark you can no longer see the demons. The demons can see you though. Your subconscious knows that in the light you’re tied. But in the dark you are behind. By one.

The Demons know this. They know that you are behind and will taunt you.



<p class="MsoNormal">''‘Oh look at me! I’m on the chair. I’m that face on the ceiling. I’m in your dresser.’'' But your subconscious mind and your conscious mind are so separated that you convince yourself of your mind being over reactive.

<p class="MsoNormal">In Christian belief, one third of the People of heaven were cast down with no soul. These people are demons. The other two thirds became all the people that exist.

<p class="MsoNormal">So that means that every person that ever existed, does exist and ever will exist is the 2 thirds.

<p class="MsoNormal">And half of that is the amount of demons that exist. Don’t think there are demons everywhere?

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<p class="MsoNormal">You’ve naturally heard of people dying in their sleep. Happy people. Healthy people.

<p class="MsoNormal">When a human who got what they didn’t is happy, demons get upset. And they kill them. That is why you’re afraid of the dark. That’s why.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">That was the explanation I tried to give myself as I was in my bed. I might be among the 2 percent of people to be in a room full of demons than be a 14 year old who is still afraid of the dark. I bet that would have worked to calm me down if it weren’t for the fact that I just convinced myself that I were in a room full of demons. Maybe that was the wrong way to go.

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<p class="MsoNormal">But in my defense, at least I wasn’t living happily. So the demons wouldn’t possess me and kill me in my sleep. I look up and think about why I do things like this before I could sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe I am just afraid of the dark. I start to drift to sleep when I hear a knock on the door, and the door beginning to slide open. My parents I thought''. They would kill me if they knew I was up this late.''

<p class="MsoNormal">I could hear my dad’s neon blue sweater’s sleeve scraping across the frame. I know because his has an odd plastic-y fabric, that makes a characteristic sound when scraping.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s asleep.” I could hear my Dad say, and then close the door.

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<p class="MsoNormal">I waited a couple seconds before opening my eyes. I looked around and saw the ceiling with those weird black dots that sort of static over popcorn ceiling at night. You know those? Like, they kind of look like little black mini-dots. That just start flashing in different spots. I know it’s a trick of the eyes but….

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<p class="MsoNormal">I know that it’s just a trick of the eyes but still, it was unnerving. I sort of stared at the ceiling for a bit before feeling a cold brush on my exposed leg. I immediately pulled it back into the blanket, I sat for a bit looking at the blanket above my leg and held the spot where I felt the cold. I pondered for a bit, but I can’t remember about what. Probably about how my leg simply got cold and, I was just filling myself with paranoia. I looked over at the door and thought I saw a dark blue sleeve of some sort by the frame, but couldn’t make out whether there was something there or what.

<p class="MsoNormal">For a moment I felt oddly cheerful.

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe I’m just making myself freak out over meaningless things. I press my back against the wall and try to sleep.

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<p class="MsoNormal">And that’s why I’m here.

<p class="MsoNormal">So how did you die? <ac_metadata title="New Pasta titled &quot;Often Wrong&quot; in need of feedback."> </ac_metadata>