Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26671016-20141103215408

 So, I have this idea for a horror story and I need your opinion on it. There is a man who years ago was in a mysterious accident. He has no memory of the event and cannot find an answer as to what happened. When his life takes a bad turn, he begins finding solace in his dreams. But his dreams begin taking a dark twist. They start becoming darker, and eventually has dreams of killing people. In these dreams, he has no control. He knows he is dreaming, yet feels like he is awake, and it is as if someone is controlling his body. Slowly, he begins to remember events surrounding the accident. At the end, he starts to enjoy killing people in his dreams, but it also seems as if the dark tendencies from his dreams are leaking into real life. Gradually, he discovers the answers.

  The accident was a case where he had murdered his classmate. He was excused due to insanity and after a short stay in a mental hospital, he comes out with no recollection of the event.

   He had killed his classmate for tormenting him about his dead father, who had abused him. This abuse had severe psychological effects, although nobody knew that.

  The person "controlling" him during his dreams (which had turned to not be dreams after all, but him actually killing people...) was in fact himself. The police come to take him to the insane asylum permanently, but with an eerie grin on his face, he plunges the knife into his own heart.

Here is the prologue, which is a mystery as to why is part of the story at first, but as you can see in the description above, it fits in nicely and I plan on using it to add more mystery to the plot.

  The boy looked down at his feet. Today of all days, he had to go to school.

  "Honey, I know it's hard, and I know you don't want to go, but please, PLEASE, just get on the bus." His mother wrapped her arm around his shoulder and guided him to the bus.

         ~*~*~

    Recess. The boy swallowed nervously and walked outside with the rest of his class, dreading the moment the teachers left the boys alone.

  Roger sauntered up to him, wearing a smirk on his face. "What's wrong? Miss your Daddy?"

  The boy looked up angrily, tears in his eyes. "You know how I felt about him! I'm glad he's gone!"

  "Oh, that's right. I'm SO SORRY." Roger and his friends laughed at the boy, their taunts hitting hard.

  The boy clenched his fists. He was powerless against them now. But they would pay.  </ac_metadata>