User:Sinfulhonesty

The rake (unreviewed)

Richard was always a skittish type of person but even he thought it was unusual for him to be this paranoid, but then again so would you be if you got lost in this side of the neighbourhood. It was unusually dark despite having street lights, it was strangely quiet though you can almost always hear some sort of fight going on at all hours of the day. Richard didnt know what was going on and it was making him extremely unnerved. He hated going home at this time and he needed to walk faster but nerves took hold of him and he stopped looking around slowly. He could swear someone was watching him but all that greated his gaze was darkness. He swiftly walked to his home at the end of the street and slammed his door closed locking it behind him quickly. Sighing heavily he turned on the light to have it blow the fuse instantly, sighing again he shuffled around his kitchen to find the flash light he knew was in one of his draws. Scurrying around he found the flash light turning around and turning it on, slowly looking up he was met with a face in the light, fright took over his body and he froze dropping the light and hearing the creature scurry into his house, he stood in fear for a few moments before picking his flash light up and found the currage to check the rest of the houses lights. Nothing. "Shit" he thought "Power cut". He found his way to the power box in his house and studied it. It should have been working. He didnt feel safe, he could feel the creatures eyes on him but when he looked for it there was nothing there. He shook it off and conviced himself it was just a hallucination from sleep deprivation. "Sleep" he thought as he climbed the stairs of his house. It felt like an eternity. He eventually reached the top of his stairs and entered his room and jumped onto his bed falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Being awoke hours later by a loud noise coming from his kitchen. He couldnt bring himself to get out of bed, the image of the.. thing he saw still burning in his mind, he tried to shake it off, "it wasn't real" he told himself but part of him refused to listen, as if it knew better then to simply dismiss it. He seemed to have caution in every action as he reacher to turn on the light by his bed, the power was working now and he had been blinding by the sudden surge of light entering his pupils. Regaining hia sight he looked around his room cautiously, scared that whatever made the noise had found its way to his bedroom. Despite his paranoia his gaze was met with nothing but the empty room and he sighed in relief. His relief didnt last long as, the same noise that came from his kitchen, had now come from outside his bedroom door. It seemed he had attracted the beasts attention with the light now escaping from under the door. He thought about swiftly turning off the light but then realised, whatever it was, already knew he was there. Fear flooded his body as the face he had saw earlier flashed before him. "the face of nightmares" he thought, analysing it in detail, something he neglected to do before in spite of fear. The creatures skin hung loosely around its face almost as if the skin itself was too big for the being. The black, bottomless eyes that could break even the strongest of people down to nothing but a child. It had a smile that reached from one cheek to another looking as if it were almost forced to stay fixed by something under the skin. Its skin looked almost like paper, dried out, stretched and worn. The image of that creature haunted his every thought quickly being reminded that it was right behind his door by a loud and monsterous screech that seemed to pierce his ear drums. Richard awoke the next morning in a daze, his head was spinning but even more so was the room, he felt hungover and though he had no memory of the previous night he was sure he hadnt been drinking. Confused and blinded by the small stream of sunlight slipping past his curtains and into his eyes he got out of bed and pulled on some clothes quickly checking the time before he left his bedroom. "11:30 Sunday 11.10.1999." He starred at the clock confused. "Sunday?" he thought to himself leaving his room to check other clocks "But it was Thursday night wasnt it?". His confusion continued throughout the day finding most of his possessions either out of place or gone completely still unable to recall the events of when he was last awake. Eventually he decided to sit down and try to collect his thoughts, attempting to remember anything that help him understand why his house was unremarkable from the one he remembered. Suddenly it hit him. Like his subconscious had repressed it from him. The image of that terrible creature staring at him in the dark. He looked up from where he was sitting and there it was sat at the far end of the room with its back to him. He was paralysised with fear as the creature turned to face him. Its smile held up by bounds that went around its head and into its mouth held in place by metal clams inside its mouth. It stared directly into Richards eye's before rushing towards him hissing at him the same thing he heard that night, the final thing Richard would ever hear. One work. "Rake"