Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26560003-20150702014946

It’s three in the morning, a normal highschool boy or human being at that would be asleep at this time. Not me of course. “I have tests tomorrow.” “It’s a school night.” I came up with excuse after excuse as to why I should be in bed. Maybe I’ll pull an all nighter. I brushed that thought away, I did need some sleep. I’ll get food and then bed, a hollow promise. Ten pizza rolls on a plate, Doritos and a can of Dr.Pepper, my kind of meal. I sat at my computer eating, reading. The same thing I always do. After 40 long minutes of that I drag myself to bed. Hopefully I can actually get some sleep tonight. I wake up in a very small, simple room. It’s dark, the only lighting being a candle. The smell in the air was extremely unpleasant, mold and dust maybe?I look around the room, the only thing that stands out are the pictures all over the walls. Polaroid pictures. All of people from behind. At the bottom of each picture there’s a note, each a short sentence. I looked closely at only a few. The first one, a young girl in a pink dress with long brown hair. The note read “Peed herself”. The next picture was a teenage boy from behind, about my age, a red plaid flannel. The note read “Tried to run”. The next was a woman, early thirties maybe. The note read “Stood frozen”. My hands were shaking, beads of sweat rolling down my face. I normally do good in situations like these. Not even a year ago my house caught on fire. My parents were away, and I got my little sister out only because I stayed calm. It’s just this really doesn’t feel right. I have no idea where I am, or what’s going on. I go through the door which leads to a very dark hallway with a ladder at the end. When I climb up and get out, I’m on my street. I was in the sewer. Things are getting really fucking weird. Where the hell did I just come from? How did I get down there? How long has that place been down there? Who were those people? .I can’t get a grasp on what’s happening, I can’t focus, I can barely breathe, this isn’t like me at all. I get home to an empty house, I have no idea what time it is but there’s no way I’m going to be able to go back to sleep. Debating on whether or not to wake my parents up, I decide to just watch tv until they get up. Won’t turn on; My fucking luck. I throw the remote against a wall, the batteries spill onto the floor. I immediately regret that but I don’t think I woke anyone up. Okay, I’ll read. I walk, grab my manga off the table and sit back down. After reading for about ten minutes I realize there’s something in my book. It’s only a few pages away so I quickly skim through the pages. When I get there I realize it’s Polaroid picture. I turn it over, and it’s me. From behind, sitting in the chair I am now. With a note that says “Sat frozen”. The hairs on my back stood up as I slowly turned around and what I saw next made me certain that was the last thing I’d ever do. 