Another horror story for you. This one was following me around yesterday, so I wrote it down today. I do not own Yugioh, enjoy.
Coming for you
Chapter 1
Yugi followed the bloody footprints down the hallway as he crept through the old mansion. He had only moved here two weeks ago, and already he was freaked out. There were banging noises on the walls, but no rooms on the other sides of the walls, just empty hallways for as long as the eye could see. Screams wrenching through the still silent night air, filling the house with its agony. Then there were knocks on his door and children's voices saying 'come along, we want to play.' Tonight he decided to be brave and opened his door to see to bloody footprints on the ground, and a light moving around the corner.
Yugi kept following the bloody trail of footprints until they stopped outside of a door that had a soft glowing light underneath it. Pushing it open, Yugi peered in to see a man working on something on a table. Like one of those tables you see in a coroner's office, long, metal, and cold to the touch. There appeared to be a small boy on it, and the man looked like he was taking notes on the boy on the table.
As if sensing Yugi's presence though he stopped, and turned to face him and smiled. The smile wasn't friendly; it was a smile of madness, pure unfiltered madness. His eyes were crimson and sharp, as he set the clipboard on the table and moved away from it giving Yugi a clear view of the table.
On the table laid a dead boy of about six or seven but that's not what had Yugi's eyes widening in pure fear. It was the image of the boy that had him doing that, and breathing in short little gasps of breath. The boy was him, amethyst eyes stared at the ceiling, pale skin with a grayish hue to it, signifying death, and the locket his Mother had given him before she died with the elegant Y on the outside surface hung from his neck.
The body of Yugi started to slowly rise up, and reach out for him. Blood was pouring out of his eyes sockets, as he coughed up blood onto the silver table. Mouth moving soundlessly as he continued to reached out for him.
"Do you like my masterpiece, I think it's a truly beautiful piece of art." A voice whispered in his ear. Yugi jumped and moved away from the mad man. When had he gotten so close?
"You're beautiful, just like my masterpiece." He said reaching for him with bloodied hands.
"No, no." Yugi said shakily as he moved away and ended up backing into the wall.
"You're next; I'm coming for you next." The man said his face lighting up in the glee of madness as he wrapped his hands around Yugi's throat.
"NO!" Yugi shouted jolting up from bed.
Yugi breathed heavily as he was able to assure himself that it was just a dream, only a dream. That man wasn't real, he wasn't after him, he wasn't dead. He was safe in bed, safe and in bed. Though, the nightmare was really only half over as Yugi looked around his room. He really had moved to this creepy mansion about two weeks ago, and the nightmares had started around then. They weren't always the same, though they all ended the same way, that mysterious man wrapping his bloodied hands around his throat.
It was inheritance that gave Yugi this mansion. His Grandpa had passed away, and with the game shop being repossessed by the bank, the only home Yugi had left was on the outskirts of a small town called Domino. He'd only been here a little over two weeks and already he wanted to move back to Hokkaido.
Don't get him wrong, the people here were really nice. Really accepting of newcomers, very welcoming, it was just this mansion that put him on edge. That made him want to move back home to Hokkaido, but he couldn't go back. There was nothing left for him there. This was home now, and he would just have to accept it.
What do you think so far? Good? Bad? Eh? I really want to know. Please review. Midnight ;p