Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24976741-20150101191328

Have you ever stared at something long enough that you start questioning if it's real or not? Like something that you did, or a moment that you replay over and over again in your mind. Just something, anything that you yourself wouldn't even believe that you did. Weather it's winning the lottery, or moving somewhere new, even doing the, unforgivable... you just sort of feel like your in some sort of relentless trance, and sometimes you just don't want to leave it, ever.

It was getting late, the sun had just starting to set as I noticed the time. I  just needed somewhere to clear my mind as I sketched. At first I was in the park, but the surrounding scenery of the lush forest had compelled me. It's cold out, I could feel the frost as the wind wisped across my face. The surrounding bush hanging from the trees had started to fade, as the sun approached the edge of its last glimmer, I'm now able to hear my own footsteps as they crunched across the silent land on the frozen grass beneath my feet.

It's dark and I'm alone now, then again it's not like I ever had anyone to begin with. As the time ticks by in such a bizarre way, I can feel the temperature around me slowly drop, such as gravity itself had started to grow heavier and the surrounding atmosphere started to grow thicker. I could feel my ragged body as it started to give in to the accepting coldness. If I knew this would of happened then I would of wore a heavier coat, unlike the simple lack luster jacket that I wore now. Whether it was the wind blowing through the trees or the sounds of actual people, I heard them nevertheless as they danced through the air. They danced on a rhythm almost like a tribe ritual, at first it was symphony of delight, but soon after it turned into roars of angry, and before I knew it it had became screeches of sorrow. Out of my panicked disarray I quickly started sprinting faster into a sudden dash, fearing both the voices in the trees and my awaiting cold slumber.

My vision wavered in a slow and blurry motion as I ran, each tree passing me as they seemed to grow taller and taller by the moment. I couldn't stop myself for what felt like years had passed before I ran out into a clearing. What I saw next was astonishing. There were lines of candescent white trees with glossy blue leaves that glowed a soft greenish color. It was like a warm dream, they felt so mysterious, the atmosphere itself felt, "special". What appeared at first to be a large house, that had long since lost its color, turned into something marvelous as the moon had shown its gentle light on it in such a way that made the house look like it produced its own source of light, as it radiated a magnificent and unique soft blue color, such as it was from the heavens itself. Feeling a sudden compelling urge, I wandered into the old creaky house unaware that my own legs had started to move on their own, much later did I realize something important that was blinded from my sight, all the surrounding vegetation was either highly decomposed or flaked, and no animal dared to journey out into the clearing.

When my eyes had finally adjusted to the dusk inside, I noticed that the house was covered with burnt marks of char and broken dishes that were scattered about. By the stairs I found several children books, when I had opened one called The Boy Who Had No Name I found a note inside. I decided to open the note and see what it said, upon opening the note I noticed a picture that had to have been drawn by a child. The picture was of a little girl dressed in pink carrying a teddy bear, she was holding hands with a dark tall figure wearing a mask. Beside the picture in big blocky hand writing was the words me and Ammy, this sparked my curiosity. Due to my curiosity I decided to read the book.

There once was a boy who was born with nothing in this world.

The boy learned many things and slept by himself uncurled.

He had no family, no home, and most importantly no name.

He spent countless nights looking upon a gentle flame.

For that flame was his only hope his only light.

Upon looking at it the world seemed so bright.

But after so much time no one came by.

And the boy stood there and let out a cry.

Why must I be so alone in this world that's so cold.

A voice could then be heard and had told.

You are not alone for I am now here.

In order to reach me you must please come near.

So the boy did what the voice had told and vanished without a trace.

And upon his face a mask and been laced.

Some say that he comes to those who fear.

Please tell me your name and I will so kindly hear.

Exploring more I came across a shattered picture in the kitchen. The picture was a family photo consisting of a little girl, an old man, a woman, a grandmother, and a dozen unrecognizable people. The people in this photo seemed extremely happy, for some reason a sudden feeling of sorrow mixed with envy arose in me. As the feelings grew stronger it was like I could hear all their laughter coming from the picture, like the picture itself was a portal to the past and they were all laughing at me out of pity, out of hatred. I threw the picture at the ground out of frustration, as it splintered apart from the impact I could feel my head starting to hurt. Memories are of the past, this once happy family sooner or later would turn on each other for their own personal gain. I took note of the dry blood on the corner of the photo, and once again for the meat tenderizer lying adjacently on the floor next to me. Family, useless.

Climbing up the stairs that first greeted me upon entering I found myself in a long hallway on the second floor, I immediately noticed ink like shaped foot prints leading to a room that was lined with burnt velvet. Entering the room I found myself in a study piled high with books. Taking a closer look at these books I was astonished, all of them were first editions or books that were thought to have been lost throughout time. There were even books about lost parts of history. I had found a completely unharmed book alone on the desk, although the book had no define author the word skull was boldly written and retraced under the title of the book several times over again. By the book was a note, the note had a kiddish drawing of a teenage boy and a dark figure with a mask, in bold letters read me and Ethan.

The book was about a completely average boy who lived in a completely average house. Each day was also the same, each day was always normal. It was the same drab routine every morning, evening, and night. The boy lived with his two parent, his brother, and his sister. Nothing ever happened to the boy, until one night. The boy was only 6, his mother had died. His father soon became an alcoholic who abused his children. His brother was always harsh and unloving and his sister always stole and was uncaring.

One day when the boy was now a man he had enough. He waited, when his sister stepped into an alleyway on her way to home he shot her 3 times in the head as she had dropped dead. When he came home his father was in a drunken rage. His father was about to beat him, that was before the man stuck the gun down his father's throat. His brother tried to flee, but miscalculated the man's skill. Before leaving the man turned the stove on, 2 hours later someone lit a cigarette and the house exploded.

My head's starting to hurt again.

Leaving the room I decided to enter the one across the hall where the door was a faded pink. Upon entering I quickly noticed the dozens of child like drawings scattered across all four walls covering up each one of them completely. There were also ragged ripped up dolls everywhere, staring, at me. They were, disturbing, for a child. They were all of child smiling with their broken teeth and scratched out eyes looking directly at you. One of them that caught my eye was of the dark figure waving, although he was probably drawn to wave at the viewer it's almost like he's waving directly at me, orchestrating everything in the room to focus their attention on me, waiting for the perfect moment.

I don't know if it was because of my surprise or if it was because that room made me so anxious, but I turned around in a heartbeat and slammed the door shut, it almost felt like someone was, actually watching me.

Already edgy about the last room I decided to turn around and get the hell out of there, but something in me still persisted to take a look at what was behind the door at the end of the hall. Before even reaching for the door I heard a loud crash come from down stairs. I made an attempt to run, but something in my body kept me from doing so, it was like I was a puppet being guided by invisible strings that stopped me from doing what I wanted. My hand kept moving towards the door and before I knew it it swung the door right open. I didn't even move, I didn't need to move, the very room itself melded around me until I was right inside it.

Inside the room sat an alter, on top of the alter were located 5 dolls, each doll looked like someone in my family. The first was my mother with a noose around her neck, the second my sister with three pins in her head, third my father charred with one pin in his throat, fourth is my brother also charred with one pin in his spine, and the final one, is me, with a knife next to mine.

I could hear something whisper to me as two lines of candles started to light themselves, "What is it that you fear?" "Are you afraid of losing something.""That's why you're here isn't it, please tell me, I'll listen."

For whatever instance I seemed to have gotten, I somehow managed to escape whatever invisible strings had bind me and made a full fledged dash out of there. When running I could hear the door from behind me slowly open, but I didn't hesitate for even a second to turn around, I just kept running.

Approaching the stairs I saw that they had collapsed, I didn't care about that though, I made a leap of faith out into the darkness, as I was falling I caught a glimpse of something shadowy that had the shape of a lion, but with legs of a tarantula attached to it's back. The landing was rough, but I got to my feet quickly and continued to sprint out of there. I noticed that the surrounding walls were starting to be covered with papers featuring the same painted red eye over and over again. I could hear something landing right behind me, it was a teddy bear with one arm ripped almost completely off at one side and the other with a rusty knife. Even if it wasn't something as threatening as earlier, I still didn't like the look of that mangled thing and I rather not take my chances.

As I was running towards the forest I could hear all the animals as they were calling to me, it was almost as if they were cheering for me, yelling at me to run faster or I was going to die. Even as I ran out of range I could still hear them calling out to me with their screams. I swear there must have been a blizzard, there was so much snow going past me at such an incredible rate. I could feel the icy winds as they felt like they were ripping through my skin on my face and hands, but I didn't stop, because if I did I was afraid that I was really going to be ripped apart.

It came at me in a instant, I had just hit a tree.

When I woke up I was lying on a park bench, my head was throbbing. Was it all a dream? As I went to go rub my head I noticed I was holding something, it was a ball of paper. I reluctantly uncrumpled the paper thinking it was probably just a note to myself about something important. I recognized the bold hand writing and the child like drawing, my heart stopped for a moment.

Inside is a drawing of a man and a tall dark figure wearing a mask, besides that figure says me and Jin.

Don't forget, I'm always here, we're always here, waiting, for when you fall into despair once again.

-Jin Skull

Inside the crumpled piece of paper was a glossy blue leaf...wait, but my name is Jin. 