Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30338398-20161112150930

„Am I the only one here?“

Nicholas shouted as he had just woken up. If he had known where he was, he wouldn't have been stuck here for six days now. Cause you see, Nicholas had just one of his dreams again. Dreaming that he was outside or at home. His mind trying to trick him into a comfort of illusion. But every time he felt the comfrot, it slipped away from him. Because for six days now, Nicholas had been living in a strange place like no other. A dark, wet, cold place that almost seemed like a basement. Well, if it was a basement, it was a big one, since to Nicholas the darkness in the distance looked like it was going on for miles and miles. For six days he had been stuck in here, not knowing where he was or what had happened. He just woke up here, not remembering how he got here or where he had been. After the first two days of panicking, he finally fell asleep. He slept for what seemed like days, though there was really no way for him of knowing how many hours, days or years have passed. That's the first time he had a dream that he was at home, resting, watching his television and could smell a familiar smell in the air. It was pancakes. His mother's pancakes, the best ones. He would remember how when he was little he enjoyed them so much. He heard his mother calling him „Nicholas!“ as he stood up to run to the kitchen. But right before he got there, he woke up. Realizing that he was still in this awful place he started crying. That's how it's been for six days now, every time he woke up. But today, he didn't want to take it anymore. Before he was afraid to move from one dark corner where he woke up six days ago, but today he had a plan. He was finally going to try and get out of here, even if it seemed impossible. Though there was only darkness surrounding him for miles and miles, he thought that there must be a way out. After six days he finally got the courage, though he was very weak from not eating or drinking, he knew that soon enough if he didn't get out of here, he would die. Nicholas started walking, which he hadn't done in days. He walked for what seemed like hours until he finally couldn't take it anymore, the his empty stomach and his weary legs were about to give up. He sat down to rest, fearing that this was it. He wouldn't have it, he just wouldn't. He stood up and started running and shouting for anyone, he was desperate. He finally hit something in the dark as he was running with the last strength of his body. He fell down to the ground, which to him didn't hurt anymore. It was a pleasure to lay down on the ground since he was so weary. He didn't even have the strength to carry on anyways. As he was laying down he started to open his eyes, he just wanted to see how far he got after all this time. As he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a light. He couldn't believe it, he thought he was dying. But as his eyes adjusted to the view, he realized it really was a light. It was a window, a light coming from the other side of the window. He nearly burst with joy, as he was trying to get himself to crawl to what he thought was the end of his nightmare. As he crawled closer to the window frame he had realized where he was. He could see familiar trees outside the window and the windmill in the distance. He was in the old house in the forest few miles from the town he lived in. He was so happy, not even questioning how he got here, he only thought about getting out. He thought he was so silly running in circles in the dark all this time or just waiting down here in this room for days not daring to move. As he tried to crawl closer to the window to escape this nightmare, he had realized that he couldn't. His arms gave up on him, and so did his legs. He almost cried, as he realized he would need to spend another night in this God forsaken place, but it was the only thing he could do. He tried falling asleep again, hoping he would live to see another day and get out of here. But he knew that he could do it, after all he didn't go through all this for nothing. As he turned around from his stomach to his back to go to sleep, he saw something he hadn't seen before. There on the ceiling, something was looking at him. He could see six glowing red eyes, red as blood and frightening as a killer's gaze. As he moved his head left and right trying to figure out what it was or if his mind was playing tricks, he noticed two spikes like objects also on the ceiling close to the eyes. As his eyes were more and more focused on the thing, he could make out a figure, and realized that those spiky objects were in fact it's hands. It was using them to stay on the ceiling, almost like a spider. It was black though some parts that were more illuminated were definitely a dark shade of blue. Nicholas panicked as the creature started coming down from the ceiling in some twisted unhuman like motions. Before he knew it, the red glowing eyes were almost touching his face. He realized that now he couldn't run, he had no strength even to stand up. He started praying, he couldn't do nothing he was almost out of this forsaken place, he must be losing his mind, this can't be real. He fainted, he was too tired to stay awake even if this thing was real. The next thing he saw was himself in the reflection of the TV in his room. He thought he made it out, finally he was so happy. He stood up and ran to the kitchen wanting to greet his mother with a hug and finally eat something. What he saw was his mother in the kitchen. Laying down, dead with blood marks on her body and his father next to her, dead with the same marks. Disappointed it was a dream and that he was still in the house in the forest he started crying. All he could do was wait for his mind to wake him up to go back to the dark horror of that forsaken house. Only this time, he couldn't wake up.  