Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32764586-20180107191254

You woke up to the stench of piss, sweat, and blood repeatedly smacking you in the face as if it were the heavyweight champion of the world. You instantly noticed that your stomach was roaring with hunger, the beast within craving food. You moved around a bit but noticed your arms and legs were tied down to a chair. Your heart rate increased drastically, and you tugged and pulled with all your might. Alas, the chair would not budge, and the bonds would not break. Your pinkish skin was covered in filth, and a small candle dimly lit the room you resided in.

From the corner of your eye, you saw something move in the darkness. It was quick, escaping your view within seconds. Your body quivered and sweat drenched your face now. Your fingertips grip the chair you sit in as you hear footsteps walk towards you. Your eyes study the darkness intent on finding out what's just out of your view. It's then when you see it. It emerges from the darkness on all fours and crawls toward you. It has no feet, only hands, and its pale skin is almost as white as paper. Green eyes stared into your eyes it stood on its legs. You could feel your chest heaving in and out, in and out, in and out. Your heartbeat quicker every second as the beast positioned itself in front of you and blew air into your face. The smell of sewage and rotten eggs splashed against your nose and caused you to hack up your own flem.

You then sit up in your bed, shivers running down your spine. You chuckle to yourself, realizing that it was just a nightmare. Your smile quickly fades however. You see your door slightly ajar. Slowly, you pull the sheets off of your body. The room feels cold, colder than you remember it every being. You make your way out of your room and towards the living room. You see a light turned on in the kitchen and hear a soft gurgle ahead. With all the courage you can muster, you step into the room and prepare yourself for whatever may be there. It's then that you see the creature from your dream. It's in your kitchen now, sitting in a criss-cross position facing away from you. Its skin is twitching and a pool of blood surrounds it. You fight through your fear and reach into the silverware cabinet near you, pulling out a serrated knife. You creep towards it, careful to be silent. You position the knife above its head, take aim, and strike.

With all your might you bring the blade down upon the beast's neck and tear through the skin and tissue. The creature cries out with a high pitched shriek. It struggles for a few seconds, but you take the knife out and repeatedly stab the beast. With each strike, a sick squick sound echoes through the house until all that remains is a carcass. From behind you is the sound of heavy footsteps pounding towards you. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that your parents must have woken up. To your surprise, however, it isn't them. Another one of the creatures stood behind you now. It was much bigger than the previous one. It let out a deep cry before rushing towards you. You slice its arm with the knife before it knocks you to the ground. You feel a large fist strike you in the jaw before tossing you backward. The beast kicks you in the ribs before slamming you against the wall. You struggle to breathe, the immeasurable pain flowing through your body.

You see the knife a few feet away from where you land. The larger beast rushed to aid the other. It fell to its knees and wept into its hands, banging the ground with its fist. You almost felt sorry for it, but this was just the opportunity you needed. With haste, you retrieved the knife and wrapped your arm around the head of the beast. It didn't even struggle when you sliced its neck. It just allowed itself to die. You ran out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into your parent's room. You were exhausted and just wanted to weep into your mother and fathers arms. You fumbled around the wall until you found the light switch and flipped it on, expecting to find your parents sound asleep. Instead, the bed was empty. Your eyes widened and you ran back down the hall and to the kitchen. When you arrived, you saw your mother and father on the floor in a pool of their own blood. You walked over to them and fell to your knees, weeping violently. You sobbed and sobbed, sitting in the mess that you had made of the two people you loved the most.

You felt a cold hand slap you across the face. You opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. You were in the same cold, dark room you were before. Tears stained your face, and the beast that haunted you all this time had its elongated fingers wrapped around your cheeks. It stared at you, concentrating deep into your eyes. You stared back, and with a voice rough as gravel, you spoke.

"Please... enough games. Stop screwing my mind and just kill me already."

The beast looked at you for a while before smiling. It opened its mouth to respond to you with a voice that can only be described as heavy and deep.

"No. The fun has only just begun. I'll see you later friend. Thanks for playing with me."

It chuckled at its own statement before exiting the room. You allowed your head to fall to your knees. The cold wooden chair you were tied down to sent shivers down your entire body, and you could only hope for one thing. You could only hope for an end to the eternal torture. You could only hope for death. 