Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28228332-20160416223938

THIS PROJECT GOES BY ALL MEANS GOES TO HYPTOS.

If I were to tell you of a story, a story beyond the sea, a story so sinister, it will -.

The darkness of the night surrounded me, I picked up my bag, and stooped down the steps. My feet were shaking, it was like a dance party down there. About to enter, I feel regret up and down my spine. As I push the doors open, my heart raced, I couldn't control anything. The huge room, the air was fresh, and the cool area of the place was hitting me like a train. I met a guy named Phil. He was a nice man, we talked and took strolls in the park. We were shaping up to be great friends, nothing could break us apart. I wanted to show Phil my house, it was nice, I fixed it up for company. We sat down and watched Netflix, all night, he didn't plan to stay over anyway. I really didn't mind, he was a friend anyway. As the wind beats against the glass, the morning was really rough, so, I let Phil stay. I had to. So, after using the bathroom, I noticed Phil's phone was on the coffee table, well, it couldn't be bad I mean, what am I worried about? So, I went to check it out, it had a smooth case on, it felt rubbery too. Phil came back from upstairs, he saw me holding his phone, he cried "No! Don't touch that!" He grabbed it from my hand and shoved it in his pocket. I understand why he was over protective about his phone, because lets be fair, everyone is now a days. I felt weird when he took it from me that way. It almost felt like he was keeping something from me, yes, we only were friends for a day, but, it felt really forced. Later that day, my phone vibrated in my pocket, I saw it was a text from Phil. But, this isn't possible, I never gave him my number. I also noticed my background wasn't of my cat, but it was orange, just orange. I unlocked my phone, and the background was still orange. So, I tried to change it, but it shocked me. "Phil?" I yelled, hoping for him to answer. Nothing. Absolutely, nothing. I checked upstairs and in the basement, still I couldn't find him. I read the text from Phil, it read, "Mike, come in the bathroom, I'm waiting for you there." This felt incredibly creepy to me, almost like he wants to murder me or something. So, I took slow steps to the bathroom. I slipped on some sort of liquid, it was orange paint. This made no sense. The paint drops got bigger as I approached the bathroom. I came to the door, my feet drenched in orange paint. I heard panting coming from the bathroom, it sounded like a dog was in there. I grabbed the knob, and turned it the slowest ive ever turned it. I slowly opened the door, I took a peak in, and all I saw was orange paint on my walls. I fully opened the door to see Phil, with a giant bucket of orange paint. "Hey! What are you doing Phil?" No response. I closed the door, and turned behind me to see, EVERYTHING painted orange. I saw Phil, on the couch, he looked dead, with looked like blood seeping from his mouth. I walked over, to see not blood, and not orange paint, but orange blood, coming from his mouth, and he gasped and said "Don't you just love it when everything is orange?"

-Hyptos 