It was darker than usual, and the light thunder from earlier was much more welcoming compared to the heavy thunder claps that beat the sky above. Rain drenched the sidewalks and all people that dared to walk on them. There was no apparent relief to this endless storm, and the situation was becoming hopeless.
Days had passed since this dream had started, and everything was out of my reach. I had stopped wishing that I could survive this nightmare weeks ago. My memories were becoming fuzzy, and as each new day came, it became harder to breath. I prayed every time I felt myself beginning to pass out, trying to ensure that it wasn't my end, no matter how much I secretly wished for it. The darkness would envelop me just in time for my prayer to end, because it always hurt so much after I finished.
And the faraway voice I kept hearing would alternate between soothing me and torturing me; calming me and driving me to my death. I have but so much time left.
At first I wasn't alone like I am now. I was with others, my friends, and we had hope. We thought we could escape this school, but it turns out we were wrong. Our hope was obliterated not long after we began to walk around. There is no escape from here. We weren't chosen for a reason, we had just happened to stumble across the wrong charm. It was a common mistake that cost thousands their lives. A mistake that could never be righted, for once you died here, your existence was forgotten for all of eternity. You spent the rest of your days stuck here, feeling your pain forever, destined to fight the feeling to either give in to the Darkening or become an angered spirit, one of many that rests here.
As I have yet to die, I cannot tell what my fate will be, though I'm sure the Darkening will claim my life, and I won't have the chance to even feel my eternal pain. The Darkening erases you from existence completely. No soul is left behind. But let me explain to you my current situation, starting from when I was left all alone.
"Is anyone there?!"
Again, no answer. I've been playing this game for about 2 hours now, and whoever was stalking me was getting on my nerves. Having been long separated from my friends, I have been wandering around aimlessly. However, there were a few run-ins along the way, albeit unwanted. I didn't want to see them just lying there like that; they were my friends. We went through everything together, and it pained me to see so many of them lying in either piles of in pieces.
The scariest part was that I could be next. I could be lying in my blood and guts; I could be stuffed into a bucket with at least 6 people; I could be decapitated; I could be torn apart; I could be burned alive; I could be splattered onto a wall for the whole world to see. All of that, and more could be me. And I'm scared. I want someone to see me in my last moments, at least, so I'd be remembered for just a little while longer. I was a person; I was here.
"Please, stop messing around. Whoever you are, just come out. I'm tired of this stupid game, so let's end this right now."
I realized I was taking a huge risk with what I said. They could be trying to kill me, or worse. But it was a risk I'd take. At least someone would be around to witness my death. Turning around, I sighed, and waited. But nothing for about 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 25 minutes passed and I snapped. Picking up a piece of broken glass from the floor, I flung it at the open area in front of me and heard a cry of pain follow. My aim had always been good.
The person slowly shuffled out from behind the cabinet he was hiding behind. He was tall, and had just a little bit of muscle. It wasn't much, and he actually looked kind of starved. How long had he been trapped here? I saw where my glass shard landed and gasped.
It landed right inside of a huge open cut that spanned his whole entire shin, and fresh blood oozed from it thanks to the shard. If I took a closer look, I could see the various other wounds on him, ranging from cuts to missing chunks of skin. How he was still alive, I'm not sure, but it disgusted me. This creep was stalking me.
My thoughts were interrupted as he began staggering in my direction. With each step he took forward, I took one back. Blood spurted from his mouth and fell to the floor.
"Do you speak?"
No answer.
"Excuse me, can you talk?"
No answer.
"Don't waste my time! What do you want?"
He stopped walking the moment I raised my voice. For a good minute, he just stood there, staring at me. Or maybe behind me. Thinking that was a possibility, I turned around, but saw nothing. When I faced him he still hadn't moved. It scared me way too much, but I wouldn't admit that ever, so I just turned around and began to walk away. I was a good distance away, but then I heard a stream of heavy breaths.
"...hah...hah..."
He was trying to talk, but it wasn't really working out. As the breathing continued, I continued walking, trying to block out his noise.
"Food...I need food...Hungry..."
"You're hungry? Oh, well, I don't have much food for myself, so...sorry?"
His voice dragged on, repeating the same thing over and over again.
"Food...Hungry...tasty...need to eat...NOW!" Suddenly, he lunged at me, arms flailing, and screaming. Drool fell from his mouth, landing everywhere but the floor. Cringing in disgust, I almost forgot how to run. But then I remembered he was trying to eat me, and all of sudden my legs were running.
A/N: Yay, cliffhanger! This was actually a story I wrote for my friend who wanted something horror related after I failed to make one either 1 or 2 years ago for her. So, naturally, horror (for me at least)=Corpse Party! I hope this is good, I haven't gotten clear feedback on the whole story, but I heard this part at least was good. Please leave a review, and let me know if you enjoyed this or not. The next part to this will be posted in a few days. This is also kind of an explanation of The 6th Try. But they're also separate, so that's why I made them into two different stories.
