Night Owl's collection of Short Stories

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Summary

Strange stories, dreams, nightmares, perhaps even stories that sound familiar, like you would have heard them somewhere before? Hopefully you find what you're searching for here, but why not trying something new? Alas, sit down, make yourself comfortable and pick a story.

Genre:
Other
Author:
TheBloodSiren
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
5
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
18+

Story 1: The Never Ending Loop

Again the cycle starts.

How many times do I have to do this over? Only to be born from the darkness to a grey world to re-live the agony for a day, and then return to the darkness. In a never ending loop.

Here it goes again.

From the emptiness I float towards the cold light, for a second it blinds me and then I see the dark grey trees, the grey sand and the cold white sky with really light grey clouds here and there.

Hair up, in my running clothes and shoes I just stand there still, till I see them. The familiar feeling of anxiety takes over mind, and I’m unsure what to do. Still one thing is for sure, I don’t want to run into them. I wait and look which way they will go, and I take the opposite route. The air is getting colder and I start to run. But here’s a another thing, I’m not entirely sure that how did this happen. That how it came to be like this, that I’d be running away and hiding from them like I would have wronged them somehow. But I can’t remember. At the same time as I am unsure of it, I have a feeling that they might hate me. Why?

I don’t know.

It eats away my inner core.

I run and run and run, and I feel like dying. My limbs are on fire and I can’t breathe properly.

Finally I’m out of the woods, as I arrive to the same old house that seems familiar in a way. Like it would be linked to some memory.

I step in, and it’s full with people who I know. It’s even colder inside than outside. I walk up the stairs, no one seems to notice me, no one at least turns towards me to acknowledge my presence. I don’t mind, I think I’m used to it.

As I’m on the top floor I see them.

I freeze.

What the hell are they doing here?

I hide behind the door. Suddenly fear hits my guts, and I watch them go down another pair of stairs. I let out a small sigh, and step into the room where they had been. Now it’s freezing and I carefully walk down the dark hall to the velvet room. As I step in there on the bed I see a white dress that I’m supposed to put on.

Still huttering from the coldness I take of my running clothes and shoes, and put on the dress.

It looks like a ball gown dress, or a wedding dress. Don’t know which one is worse.

As I have gotten the dress on, I put my hair up in a elegant bun, and decorate it with white diamonds. I find white laced high heels from under the bed, and I put them on.

Hanging diamond earrings, a pearl necklace and long white gloves.

When I’m done I step out of the room and start to walk the long dark hallway again.

Nervousness finds its way to my mind like a poison and my heart starts to beat like crazy.

What am I afraid of?

What is my gut trying to warn me of?

I turn left, open the door and find spiral stairs going down. I take a deep breath and start to walk them down into the darkness. Then finally I come to a black door and I open it.

Behind the door is a long room filled with the people I know. They seem to have frozen still like statues, and I spot them. They seem to change the direction where they are looking without moving. They look cold, tired, angry and disappointed.

I can’t take it.

Something bursts open inside me, and I scream from the sharp, acidic pain. Again I can’t breath, and I feel the corset on my dress getting tighter, digging into my skin.

So I start to run.

Away from the people, but most importantly, away from them.

I run like I’d be on slow motion, to the nearest door. To my escape.

As I open the door, I trip and start to fall.

There’s nothing behind the door only darkness and who knows how deep it will go. I look up as I fall further away from the door.

I can’t take this anymore, I think to myself, just let me die.

Slowly I sink into unconsciousness, numbing my mind and feeling.

Who knows how long I have been here…

And then it starts all over again.

My never ending loop of torment.

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