Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25910425-20141230174935

There seemed to be a haze outside; all murky and unfortunate. Yes, I did say unfortunate. The mist was a horrible thing to come across here in Aplain Falls. I live in Aplain Falls, a mysterious and doomed village that was founded in 1881. Here in the small town was the infamous haze. If you came across it, you were undoubtedly going to be in an disastrous event. This is what happened to me. Indeed I did go into that fog, but what lay ahead of me was far worse then I could've imagined...

Tuesday 13 May 2008

I awoke to see the door wide open. My fingers stretch out, touching the rough canvas cover of the mattress. Getting up, my eyes were twitching after the countless interruptions during my sleep. I was so tired that I needed to go get a coffee. I prop myself up with my hands and slip my freezing feet into the magneta colored socks that had indigo lines drawn all over them. That was from my idiotic little sister who decided to test her pen markers on them.

Walking out from my bedroom, I take each step on the stairs easily as I'm frigid. Watching carefully with caution, I slip and end up bouncing to the very bottom of the staircase. "Watch what your doing!" someone laughs. I look up to see my mother, but she has such an ill voice I don't even recognise. She's been sick for days. I notice that she is drinking my favorite drink - cranberry juice. I smile delightfully. "Want some, Charli?" says mom. Yes, Charli is my name.

I tuck in to the wooden sphere-shaped table with the maroon chippendale chair that we've had for years. Its comfortable to lean my back on, although the bottom hurts my buttox. I slide a cotton evergreen pillow underneath which is from the living room. My mother doesn't like me using it in the kitchen. She never notices it is there anyways. Breakfast is now served. I smile. It is delicious! A simple roll of jam with magdalenas. They are a round cracker that is sweet - and look a bit like a Ritz cracker.

While eating, I turn my attention to a cabinet that's wrapped in bubble wrap. "What's that?" I ask. Washing away at the dishes, mom sighs. "Its your grandmother's," she replies. Grandma Viktoriah? But she died in a ''fire. ''How could that cabinet possibly be here? "How is it here?" I question. "Oh, we found it in the garage," mom responds. "Its years old!"

Finishing, I help remove the bubble wrap. "Ah! Its a bit rusty, but I reckon we can sort it out," mom cheers. I smile. She insists me to have it in my room - and so I do.

Its night time and I'm sitting in my bed watching TV. Jungle Escape. Its a funny reality show. The door opens and its my mom coming in to turn it off. "Night!" she smiles. I reply back with the same thing. She shuts it, but its the same every time. The creaky floorboard stops it. The cabinet is opposite me. Maple and oak at the sides with cherry at the top and bottom, center being ebony with brown handles. It has glass windows. I drift off to my dreams again which will be the same as usual - a wonderland with superheroes and mermaids. Its quite pathetic, but fun.

In my dreams, everything seems frozen. I see a crowd of people surrounding a gigantic TV which is broadcast live to the world. The azure colored mermaid castle I normally see is just onyx black tinted with a light obsidian-colored roof. I watch the TV. I gasp. ''It's me. Me in the TV. ''It features memories from yesterday where I was playing in the garden with my friend Hickory. I hear voices. ''Hickory. Charli. Hickory. Charli. ''It's my mother. I open my eyes to see that haze - the ghostly fog. I went through it. I was playing around in it with Hickory.

The same memory repeats on the TV. I'm getting bored and I just look at the black castle. I'd normally see the mermaids splashing around and diving in, but there's just clowns with tails instead. Mermaid clowns or something. Also, the superheroes would be flying above in, which what would be, the hot pink sky. I just see the same thing - clowns with capes instead. Superhero clowns. The sky is red too. A sound is heard - the TV's been paused. Suddenly, I just fall back. Everything turns dark.

I awaken to see the cabinet is one step closer to me. In fact, ''right by my bed side! ''I scream. How did that move? I wonder. I pick up the sound of footsteps. ''It must be my mom! ''Phew. The door opens and slides across that loose floorboard. Looking down, I see my mother's gown she wears every night. Although, when I look up, it isn't her. ''It's a clown! ''I scream again, falling off my bed onto the floor.

"What's wrong my dear?" a voice is heard. Its coming from the clown wearing the gown. Crying, I hide under the bed, until I feel a presence touching me. ''It's the clown's white hands! ''I scream again. Slithering out almost like a snake, I knock into the cabinet which falls over. Landing on top of it, I see the colors of it have been switched around. The cherry, maple, oak, and ebony. Its almost like a puzzle. Touching it, it switches again. If I keep tapping it, it just does the same again. When I do it for the final time, it doesn't switch. The cabinet door opens.

When I enter the cabinet, I see the most horrifying thing ever. A rope, chainsaw, and a decapitated clown head. I scream. The lights turn off and it is all pitch black. I cry and hide under the desk table with my blanket. A chainsaw noise is heard and I notice the clown head moving about. I also hear a rope whip sound. I stop crying and just sigh. ''This is it... somehow. ''Clown laughs are present. That loose floorboard is center and clowns climb out of it.

Waking up, I just cry. ''Thank God it was just a dream! ''My mother enters. "Oh honey! Another one of your bad dreams is it?" she says. I nod and hug her, asking to stay with me. Mom climbs into the bed with me and we share a long cuddle. "So, what was it about?" she wonders. I tell her the full details - the superhero and mermaid clowns, the gigantic TV, the cabinet being close to me with the presence of clowns, what was inside the closet... mom just laughs. "What's funny about it?" I speak. What was next ended all my safe feelings. A deep, low and creepy voice was heard. It came from my mother. Her head turned - ''she was a clown! ''"Oh, honey, that wasn't a dream!" she chuckles. I see her with the chainsaw in her arms and the rope around my neck. I close my eyes before hearing that brutal sound of murder.

Present day

Every 13 May, every female child in Aplain Falls experience the same thing. It is with caution that the parents and their children must go away somewhere else for that time being. That following day, on 14 May, the police found me brutally murdered in my bedroom. My mother too. That clown was impersonating my mom. Every mist you see, turn back. There will be harsh consequences and bad luck if you don't do as I say... 