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A/N: First EVER Horror Fanfiction. Hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!!! I couldn't resist posting this, so here it is! I scared myself a little, writing and re-reading this. :)) I hope you get scared, but not too much.
The stormy night was filled with busy chatter on a certain corner of a small town in a...wonderful country? Although anyone else would hear all this noise and complain, it was just background music to the boy. The chatter of gossipy neighbors, the sound of policemen trying to keep the onlookers behind the line, the static from the police's radios, and...the boy's own heavy, consistent breathing. He stood there, like stone, looking at his loved one slowly vanish.
Her face drained of her usual peachy color. The sparkle in her eyes had gone away, her eyes were closed shut. The blood that had stopped seeping out of her mouth, became the only red color that was on her now ice blue lips. Her warm smile had long disappeared. Her beautiful, long hair was sprawled all over. Her bubbly and cheerful personality had been replaced with a motionless corpse.
The scene was all too familiar. It ran through the boy's mind many times like a broken film reel. Repeating itself. And finally. It was here. The Dream that had become Reality. The dream showed itself before him yet he couldn't tell which it was. Dream or Reality? He stood there watching over his beloved as his dream ran through him once more.
He was in his own home. Home Sweet Home? But it wasn't.
It was near midnight and the world was silent. Too quiet for his comfort. And he was right, it was...unusually quiet. Soon, he heard footsteps approaching. They were pretty quick, meaning the owner was running. The sound drew nearer and nearer until he finally saw the person. It was the one and only...love of his life.
He called out to her, but no sound came out. She continued to run. Her face seemed panic-striken as she ran past him. She was running away. Away from what? Or from whom?
He turned around. Expecting to find a menacing creature, something like a mouse, which she was very afraid of. But not a single soul lay in his line of vision. He blinked his eyes and rubbed them, but still nothing. Could this really be?
He turned back around to see that she had fallen. Then. It came. A black haunting silhouette. He rubbed his eyes again. He was sure that wasn't there before. The shadow drew closer to the girl. And a chill ran through his entire body. He could feel the dark aura in the area. Something, something big was about to happen. And he knew what it was.
He tried to go. To go where she was, but he was chained it seems. Unable to break free, unable to speak, unable to look away, he watched the cruel scene unfold before him. The figure got closer, and closer, until he was but a mere inches away from the trembling girl. He mentally cursed the girl for not running away, but he understood in a way. Her eyes showed her fear. She couldn't move even if she tried.
It, whatever it was, raised its arm and brought the weapon down on the girl. Her piercing scream broke his binding chains. He blinked once. Twice. Unsure how to comprehend what had just happened. It was simple, yet his mind couldn't process the information. By now, the shadow had vanished...but she was still there. Even though he was set free, he couldn't move for a while. Finally, as reality snapped back into him, he walked over to her.
She looked like a porcelain doll, with her pale white face. A pool of crimson red drowning her body, staining every inch of her with blood. She was breathing, barely. Her breaths were short and uneven. What scared him the most, was her eyes. They were still wide open. Pure terror lingering behind.
It seemed he could not move again. And he still could not speak. He did not run to get help. He did not call anyone. He just stood there. Watching. Watching her pass away.
He shuddered remembering that terrible nightmare. A man dressed in a navy blue uniform asked if he wanted a jacket. He shook his head. He was not cold, even with the rain pouring down on him. His trembles were from soaking in reality.
The police had found the girl's diary in her apartment. They leafed through it, but found no concrete evidence. Since it wasn't much use, they offered it to the boy, still standing in the rain. He took it and politely thanked them. His eyes skimmed through the pages until a certain entry caught his attention. In the entry, a similar story was shown.
March 11
I had the most horrifying dream (nightmare) tonight.
I arrived in a temple like home. And there was no one around. That's what my eyes told me. But I could feel it, the presence of someone. Someone was coming. Then it came. A dark silhouette just under the door frame. I could not make out his face or anything else but his shadow. All I could tell was that he was a male, he had a dark aura around him and...his smile. It was the only thing visible. And the only thing I needed to send shivers down my spine.
His smile was sinister and cruel. It told me much about him, although I knew nothing at all. It answered all my unasked questions. I knew what I had to do.
I slowly backed away and began to run. He, as expected, came after me. My legs felt like lead weights, and every step I took drained alot of my energy. But I kept going. Not wanting him to catch up to me.
The hallways seemed to be endless. I couldn't escape from his grasp. I was stuck. As I rounded the next corner, I tripped and fell.
He came up behind me, raising his arm. The weapon in his hand came down. And then.......And then.
I awoke drenched in sweat. I reminded myself numerous times that it was only a dream. But everytime I tried to fall back asleep, I saw that threatening smile. Like the Cheshire cat, the only visible part was the smile. But. That smile. It was enough.
This dream was horrifying. Even as I'm writing this, the adrenaline I felt is still pumping through me. I can't calm down at all.
I locked all my doors and windows, hoping to keep him out. Whoever he is. But I don't feel safer. In fact, I'm even more scared. Although I can keep him from coming in, I have a fear that he's already here. And if he's here, then I can't escape. I didn't lock him out, but myself in.
March 12
Today, as soon as I got to class, he questioned me. The person that's dearest to me than my own self. I knew he would be the first, and only, person to sense something wrong with me. He always could. But there was something else this time. In his eyes, there lay fear. A simliar fear to mine, as if he understood. Understood what I was afraid of, or something more. Could it be? No, impossible. He couldn't have...had the same dream?
Something in this town has begun to stir. I can feel it in the air. And it's no longer safe.
March 13
While I was walking home from grocery shopping today, I could feel a familiar prescence. And it was not a good one. Someone was following me, all the way home. I might have been paranoid, but either way, I couldn't shake the feeling off that someone wanted to harm me.
You see, I had continued, pretending not to notice. I didn't run, and I remained the same pace. I was...afraid. Afraid that if I ran, the person would follow. And then, my theory would be true.
I knew someone wanted to harm me as soon as this happened. A flower pot suddenly fell from several feet above. It crashed right in front of my feet. I didn't know who it belonged to, for when I looked up, there was no one around. No one to say sorry. No one to say that it was an accident. No one at all.
Something. Someone, I'm sure of it now, is out to get me.
March 14
Someone wants me gone. Vanished from this planet. For good.
I don't know who. I don't know why. I don't know when and where they'll get me. I don't know how. All I know is that I'm not safe here. So, I'm leaving. It's the only thing I can do. I'm packing everything, not leaving a single object behind. Except. Except for this journal. I don't want to bring this, this terrible memory along with me. I don't want it in my new life. So I'll leave it here.
I don't know where I'm going, but I hope that wherever it is, he won't be there. He. The one who is out to get me. The one who wants me gone. He who wants to kill me.
Before I leave, the last thing I want to say. To whomever may read this: Please tell K-
It came.
The silhouette of her dreams. Of her nightmare, appeared. He came through her window, out of the darkness of the night, he revealed himself. He gave her the same wicked smile that sent chills down her spine. There was no words needed to explain what he wanted and who. His smile proved her theories right. He wanted to get rid of her.
Her voice wouldn't function, but her legs did. And so she did the only thing she could, she ran.
She ran out of her room, and down the hall. She reached the elevator and furiously pressed the down button. The elevator slowly began to make its way up, but there was no time. He was coming.
Taking her chances, she opened the door to the fire exit. And she bound down the stairs, taking two, sometimes three, steps at a time. Luck was not on her side as she heard familiar footsteps coming after her. The chase was on.
Finally, she reached the last step and she rushed out of her apartment building. She was out. But she was not free yet.
Unfortunately for her, her clumsiness decided to play at that moment, and she tripped. It was all over. He was already advancing towards her, with his evil smile and weapon.
Her eyes widen, like a deer caught in the headlights, her body trembling, tears began to spill out of her eyes. She took a sharp breath as he drew the weapon.
With one swift motion, he had got her. She collapsed onto the cold, hard pavement. Her breathing slowed, the blood rushed out of her body. She was going away, but he wasn't satisfied. No, he wanted more.
He took his weapon and hit her again, and again, and again, and again. His breathing got heavier with every stroke.
Finally he stopped, hearing the police siren approaching. He took one last look at the girl. In his mind, she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll, stained with crimson red blood. He smiled, a crazy, yet warm smile. He was satisfied. He threw away his weapon and let the rain wash away any evidence. Then, he took his leave. Running away, escaping into the forest. Leaving behind his porcelain doll.
March 15--12:01AM
Miyu Kouzuki is dead.