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<B>.The wind is making my drapes shatter against each other.</B>
Was out today- It was chilly when I stepped out, and only increased as the night grew. It got very windy at one point. My friend and I could hear things crashing downstairs from her third floor balcony. We gazed at the street lamp in the alley and were able to see all the dust and trash flying under it's watchul eye.
I took the metro back home at a late hour, and even though it's Friday (or was about 2 hour ago), there weren't many people. I'm assuming due to the cold that came upon after hot days.
And as I stood underground, waiting for my train, I began to slip away into an oblivion of a dream. A sick dream in a sense, where something goes horibbly wrong, and we are all stuck underground, darkness starts to seep in. What hideousness will come from the dark? Who will be the first to scream in terror?
<B>This "story" was a spure of the moment thing. Not sure where it came from, not sure where it was going, and sure as hell not sure if it even has a ending. Because or all I know, not everything ends.</B>
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With each step the speed and preciseness of his step increased.
"one, two, one two.." The count seemed to never end, walking to the church.
The streets were getting more narrow, a significant change from where he was just a few blocks away he had noticed.
And perhaps it was just a trick of his fearful and anxious mind, but the lights seemed to dim away just as the people seemed to slowly vanish, from what seemed like a popular city attraction.
Even, not that long ago, he passed by two gentlemen, something that is not often seem.
They walked briskly, obviously in a hurry; as one quickly lifted up his coat's sleeve to check the time.
1:03am he had said, "Not good at all, to be late in such a notorious fashion.."
Their conversation about punctuality continued on, drifting past the curious passerby,
who was now too deep into the eerie lit streets to think about the gentlemen, their time, and why it existed.
For all he cared, there was no use in time anymore.
Perhaps, just those few blocks away, which had faded away when he stepped into the darkness..,
Perhaps back then there was time. It existed in all its beauty and allure; in all its decietful ways.
To mimic the presence of a person. Always anxious to move on, to get ahead.
Even when there was no ahead to be getting to.
It smelled of burning wood, the sky a dark violet color.
Stars were visible as the wind blew away his previous world.
Trees whistled and wooed under the pressure to collapes.
Since when did it get so cold..?
He shoved his hands deep into his pockets from freezing.
And in a second later retracted them in fear.
Up ahead, barely visible to his still-developing vision he spotted something that can only be seem in twisted fairytales, which were not fairytales at all! But nightmares. Nightmares of little boys and girls, who were too afraid to venture outside past dark,, in fear that what others could not see- they would.
It was never a pretty site.
And he had thought long ago that he left that world behind.
A world that he now described as dillusional.
On this walk- it seemed he was going back to what he tried to desperatly to leave.
This nightmare of a being was long ago by the time he had come back to his rational thoughts of fear.
Funny, how it is expected to yelp, jump, even run away at such a sight.
"Would the gentlemen have ran off screaming about this absurdity.."All anxiety was now gone, and replaced with a sick laugh, which started low in his stomache, and gave rise.
It echoed. Past all his previous fears;
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Submission Name: Deeper Into Insanity Pt.I
