User:Theshadowdark10

The Room Don’t go into the room. That room is dangerous. The room will destroy you and everything you know. My name is Max and I went into the room a long time ago, so long now I can barely remember it. It started one day when I was at home researching scary stories on the internet. One talked of a horrible room full of your worst nightmares. When I say your worst nightmares I mean it. Remember that dream you had as a kid, the one that scared you for months, the one that made you refrain from falling asleep. It’s not the same for anyone, it’s always different, but always the same result. Think back to your childhood and remember those dreams that scared you for weeks. They are not just dreams like your mother told you. They’re something more, they are much more. Every single bad dream you ever might have had was real. It might seem like they weren’t, and you will probably just brush this page of writing off as if it was just a stupid story, and maybe it’s better that way. Because if it is just a story you won’t have to worry about it. But even if you do think this is just a story please just stay out of that damn room. When I saw this story I felt scared since I am not the bravest person in the world and I usually don’t watch or read anything scary. Even though I laughed at the story I still knew that I was probably going to have bad dreams about it. The story talked of a door that appeared in your house, a door that was not there before. An impossible door that would lead to nothing if it was real. But somehow it leads to a room, a large horrible unimaginable room. The door is black with weird ancient carvings on it. The doorknob is made of steel with a spiral moulded into it. The door is coated in a thick red slime that looks like rotted blood. Of course as I expected, I had dreadful dreams of the horrors behind that door in the night. Every bad dream I had ever had come back to taunt me and fill me with unthinkable pain. I woke up squealing in fear, waking my girlfriend up in the process. She is a beautiful woman with bright long blonde hair and a smooth lovely face. It took some time for her to calm me down and tell me it was only a bad dream. I stupidly believed her, I believed it was only a stupid nightmare. After a few weeks I had almost completely forgotten about the whole thing, I thought it was over. Then, I saw it, I saw the door, the terrible, horrible, disgusting door. As I looked at it I felt as if it was staring back at me urging me to give in to my curiosity and open the door. The smell of death and rot almost overcame me. I managed to resist the temptation to see what was inside so I waited for what felt like an eternity for my girlfriend to get back home from work. I heard a knock at the front door, I quickly answered it and as expected it was my girlfriend. I was going to show her the door and let her decide what I should do, she always was better at making decisions than me. I said hello expecting her to greet me back as she always did but what came out of her mouth wasn’t her. Her voice was deep and croaky like a horrible, grotesque man’s voice ‘OPEN IT.’ I was gobsmacked at the sound of her voice and what it had said. I nervously asked her what she had said and she told me that she had just said hi. So I told her that I needed to ask her about something so I tuned around pointing at the terrible door that stood in the hall. I realised that I was no longer pointing at a door, I was just pointing at a blank wall. ‘What are you pointing at’ my girlfriend asked suspiciously. I was about to tell her about the door but I hesitated. She would think I was crazy if I said a single word about what I had seen. So I didn’t, I didn’t even say goodbye, I wish I did now. Later that night the curiosity overcame me, I went downstairs and, as I was sure it would be, the door was sitting right there in the hall. Slowly I walked towards it, each step I took terrified me more and more. I tried to stop myself, I really did, but I just wanted to know what was there. I slowly turned the disgusting red slimy doorknob and walked through into the unknown.