Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24765745-20141229142405

 Hunting the Thoughts 



It was cold outside, sunset already passed and all of Max friends came to celebrate his promotion. He had dacorated the big house from his parents, who were in Holiday right now, until the ceiling. Snacks and Drinks stood on the little table infront of the dacorated television and weak, colorful light came from a little discoball. Until now, today was a great day for him and all of his friends were cheerfull and ready for party. They talked for a while and told some really cool things to each other until 11pm and the party could start! Max girlfriend Grace turned up the music and all the people began to dance. She grabbed Max to dance with him too.



''How do you like the Party??“ Max asked his girlfriend happily.



Grace looked trough the room a little hastier than she needed to, where you couldn't hear or see anything through the music and all the people anyway, before she responded back to him: ''Hehe its great....“



Is something the matter Grace?“Max asked No, everythings alright. I just thought i needed to go to the toilet“ She laughed and the issue didn't need to be talked about anymore.



Short time later they moved apart and Max went on to speak with his other guests. First he went to Leo, Mary and Marc and poked the girl from behind on the shoulder. With a shock Mary let go of her glass and it shattered on the ground. She turned around to Max and laughed as she realized that she was scared of him. Max had a little smalltalk with them before he went on greeting his other twenty guests. In the end he went to Zero and Luc and as he greets them from a little distance with a ''Hey guys!“ They turned again faster as they would have needed to and looked quite nervous through Max.



''Maaaaan, whats up with you guys that youre all so jumpy?!“ Max clapped on Lucs shoulder



''No, its fine i a little jumpy all day, right Zero?“ Luc laughed nervously and looked over to Zero



<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Yeah, everythings cool. By the way dont you wanna turn up the music i can still hear voices“ Zero pointed with a head movement to the stereo equipment

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“What? That thing is already on full volume, you cant hear anything if you dont shout in the ears from each other“

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Well, then i think its me....“ said Zero a little dissapointed and looked around the room

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“do you guys need to go to the toliet or something? 'cause if you do, thats over there“ Max pointed to a dark corridor next to the door

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">„No, thanks haha...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Luc made a dismissive gestication and Max went head-shaking over to some friends on the couch with the snacktable, wich was almost empty, and began to talk with them...

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Max....Maaaaaaax....Maaaax“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Max awoke with a start and rubbed his eyes tiredly, he must have fallen asleep while talking to his friend.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">First of all he looked on his watch, it was 3am. The music and the little discoball were shut off and there was a stuffy silence. The only thing that lighted the room was the moonlight wich shined through the close-drawn curtains. When Max looked through the room he realized that all of his friends and the remaining snacks from the TV table were gone. He tumbled up from his couch and weaved to the light switch.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Turn around“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">When he pushed the light switch and the Light got on he heard these words like someone whispered them to him while passing by, but when he suddenly turned around there was only his empty living room. He heard a silent chuckle as he looked around in the room, but he couldnt say from wich direction.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Oh maan, i think the others infected me with their stupid haluzinations...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He stepped on the floor and turned on the light, while he went to the bathroom. He washed his face and looked in the mirror.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Man... The party didnt do you any good...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He had a strange feeling as he walked on the floor, he looked around, a little warily, but he locked these thougts out of his head. Only to make sure, he tapped in the kitchen. When he turned on the light he felt a slight breeze behind him, again like someone would have passed by. He suddenly turned around but again, there was only the empty floor. Slowly he moved to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a kitchen knife just to be on the safe side. Max stepped on the empty floor again, but the light was off, the light switch was turned off. He turned it on, and when he did, he heard the silent chuckle again. He stood still and looked around... Every room he looked in, there was nothing except the bedroom, could be because he didnt got there yet.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“I'm sure i can't sleep tonight anyway, but like this i can take a look around there too...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">With this intention he took his way to the bedroom. When he was there to open the door he hesitated and after he opened it a tiny crack and put his head in to take a look, he stopped dead in one's crack. His bed wich usually stands towards the door was gone and his clothes lay on the ground but in a circle not random. First as he full opened the door and the room was brightend by the light of the floor, he got his strange feeling confirmed.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">In a decent line he saw all of his friends laying on the ground. Their eyes stared into nothing and their upper clothes were sliced. Everyone got a carved heart on their chest and a far to tight ribben around the neck. Shocked he fell to his knees and got teribbly sick. He let the kitchenknife fall next to his leg and stared to the bodies of his friends. None of them moved and the ribbon around their neck would have suffacated them anyway, but Max still didn't dare to go only a step nearer to them.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">While he tried to detect if they were still breathing or if there was any sign of life in their eyes, something other attracted his attention as he heared again this weird chuckle. He saw a shape of someone standing at the heads of his friends, he could only see its foots clearly and they were applyed messy with old filthy red strapes.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He tried to detect all but he just saw a silhouette until it came into the light cone on its own. Max was shocked and looked up to it. It was a slim woman, not tall and she had shoulder lenght brown hair with red stuff on their ends, looked like blood... Her red eyes nearly pierced him and that look ...She wore a black tank-top and a short and reddled red cloth pants, some of them wich you would normally sleep in. Around her neck, a finger, the hip and her left arm she each had one red ribbon and an old bandage around her left eye.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">The arms and legs were strewn with open grazes and a wide smile covered her face while she rubbed away a bloodstain from her cheek and amused let Max study her appearance, before she pulled out a big scissor. Max couldnt move, couldn't speek, he could only sit there and stare shocked to the women while she slowly walked towards him.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Are you scared?“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He heard the voice, wich chased him all the time, asking.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Are you just going to continue staring at me while i'm going to kill you with a scissor and a little ribbon?“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He still couldn't answer, he could just sit there, noticing that probably whatever happens he was going to die. She slowly moved towards him, while she stroked her with a ribbon dacorated and blood covered scissor.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Max saw in her eye that she would find it funny cutting him into pieces and with that he couln't sit there anymore. Automaticlly he jumed up and ran towards the opposite direction, but in his hurry he let his kitchenknife careless on the ground. First he headed to the front door. He hurried around the corner and didnt slow down as he crushed against the door and ratteled at the doorhandle,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">but behind this door there wasnt his good known street with a few street lights and the night sky, there was only black. There was no chasm where you could still see the sky above, there was nothing catchable in the distance and while he looked into this emptiness he realized how dizzy he was.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">In the next moment he let the door crush into the lock again and ran over to the next window to rip it open but as expected there was only black. He ripped the last window in the room open but it was pointless, his dark house was covered in black. With his back to the wall he sanked down to the ground, he wasnt even able to stand on his feet anymore, it was like someone was endlessly filling his head with pointless thoughts wich ran in chaos through his mind and he had the feeling it could blow any second.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">His legs wanted to jump up and he wanted to run again after he managed to organize his thoughts again, however he found himself in his dark and in black covered house again. And could he continue absconding from her in his own house? In the knowledge that he couldnt come out anyway? And who knows if she would let him go that long...

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">While he continued struggeling with this thoughts and his continueing dizzyness he heard a squeak in the ground and silent footsteps wich signalized him that his thinking wouldnt help him anymore.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He saw how she stepped in the room, moving as slowl as before, apparently in the knowledge that he wouldn't come out of his house. Max based his hand on his leg while he tried to come in a convinient position and while he tried that he felt something in his pocket, it was his handy!

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">''Please don't tell me that thing was there all the time“ He asked himself while he trid to pull his handy out of his pocket to call the police or something, although he didn't think that it would fit in a place like this...

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">He felt naivly safer as he managed to pull his handy out of his pocked but then the woman jumped right infront of him holding his hand with the handy tied on the ground. With the other hand she grabbed his collar and pulled him right infront of her face. She smelled like blood and death and additionally to his dizzyness Max got teribbly sick again. He tried to come free and tried to struggle around but he couldn't move she holded him tightly and as he looked in her red eyes a shiver ran down his spine and he couldnt even manage to scream.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Hmmm, i think i'll let you go... it wouldn't be fair, taking your chance going crazy through me and your friends...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">This time she really talked, not about thoughts, her voice was scratchy, quiet but he could hear every word clearly. She didnt talk normal and it sounded like she hadn't spoke for weeks... Max gasped as she let him fall on the ground, stood up, moved slowly towards the window, opened it with ease and kneeled in the frame. She turned around once more and with a wide smile she said:

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“I will hunt your thoughts, my friend...“

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Followed by these words and a laughter she jumped out the window and while Max stared after her he realized that he could see the night sky again. He tried to stand up and after he managed that, this teribble dizzyness caught him and he again fell to the ground. As he tried to stand up a last time, all around him faded to black.

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