DISCLAIMER: I do not own YYH except for Mai, my OC. Also, the happening that occur during this fic are all based off of what happened at my friend's house, except for the fact that none of it happened at a hospital. AND I DO NOT OWN ANY EVANESCENE SONGS!
A/N: This story is based off of the happenings at my friend's house this weekend. Actually, it's happening right now and he's scared shitless. But while we were (are) talking on the phone, we decided that I should come up with a horror fanfic based on it...lol; it's even starting to creep me out too...
But I just decided that it would make a really good fanfic and since I don't really have much progress on the next chapter of Fire Angel, I decided to take a break and start this for fun.
Imaginary Horrors
:What Lies Beneath:
Fluorescent lights flickered up and down the solid white corridor, casting shadows into the dark corners and crannies. Stray wire hung down dangerously from the ceiling and crackled with electricity crawling up and down the rubber conductors. Empty rooms lined the hallway with nothing but a single bed covered with pure white sheets.
The lights waver once more...
A flash of movement is visible down the hallway...whispers drift across the dusty tiled flooring...curious whispers; confused and uncertain...
The air grows suddenly cold as a sudden blast of icy wind sweeps down the corridor...the whispers become louder and angrier as the hallway grows abruptly dark. The lights continue to flicker, but only ever-so-often...and with each flash of light, the outlines of shadowy figures drift across the corridor...their angry, milky-white eyes glittering through the darkness.
'They're coming...' they hiss...
'They're coming...for us they're coming...'
Thunder rolls in the distance and the fluorescent bulbs begin to flash in some sort of paroxysm...
Then the hallway goes dark...
'They're coming...' they whisper...
-:0:-
Koenma's eyes suddenly glanced up from his papers curiously. Something felt oddly out of place at the moment...
After a moment he shook his head and picked up his stamp. It wasn't too long, however before the giant oak doors opened and a black-haired woman stepped inside. She wore a kimono of deep hues of purple and black and her eyes remained calm...almost distant.
"Koenma, sir..." she said in her soft voice, "Sir, we've gotten a new report..." she approached the toddler's desk and held out to him a file of papers.
"Thank you, Ayame," he replied and took them from her. For a moment he shuffled through them. But then his brow furrowed.
"Something wrong sir?" Ayame questioned.
The toddler shook his head, "No, it's nothing...Thank you; I'll take care of it from here."
She nodded and bowed briefly before leaving the room. Koenma continued to eye the file curiously and dragged his finger down the papers.
Odd...he thought... 'The Imaginary Files'...
Who would name a case that? He asked himself curiously before shaking it off with a shrug; it was probably nothing. Besides, it was the actual report that mattered...
But as he looked down at the papers in his hands he swore darkly and rubbed his temples.
"Damn..." he muttered.
-:0:-
Mai's fingers dragged lazily across the keys of the old black piano; the chords ringing dully beneath the keyboard. The music echoed muted through the auditorium (A/N: wow, I start practically all of my stories with her in the auditorium...). Her right hand trailed up the scale and down again while the other held the chords as she quietly hummed back to herself.
She closed her eyes as the music seemed to guide her fingers over the polished porcelain and let the song sweep over her.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent night
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The Goddess of imaginary light
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In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
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I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters coming my way
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they are falling, tell a story
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If you need this world you live in
Lay your head down and stay awhile
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to dream again—
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She suddenly cut off as her hands fell onto the keyboard heavily causing the notes to clash together. Her eyes stared off vacantly at the white and black keys as her body began to tremble violently.
Wh-What the hell? She thought frantically to herself as she struggled to stay upright on the piano bench.
All of a sudden, she cried out. Painful images suddenly flashed across her eyes as she sat trembling.
She clutched the edge of the piano; desperate not to fall off...but still the images flickered in front of her vision; blocking out everything else from her world. Why was this happening!—
A white...stood before her...nothing else...
But something in the air told her she wasn't alone. She heard voices; soft, but they were there nonetheless...and they were angry...
--A surgery table drenched in blood. A green substance lay mixed in with it; distorting the original texture...the liquid lay quietly on the table and dripped slowly onto the ground below...
There was a body, pale as the white hallway...their eyes lay glazed over and staring up at the ceiling while trickles of dried blood formed at the corners of their eyelids. Their lips black and dried...veins bulged from their skin and had turned a sickly green color...
--Screams wavered through the hallways; blood oozing out into the corridors from the rooms beyond.
--Doctors surrounded a surgery table; their faces masked and hidden from sight. In their hands they held syringes filled with an unknown liquid...they stared down at the corpse on the table; the victim's eyes filled with sheer terror—
Mai screamed and clutched her head. What was all of this! But the visions kept coming; flooding into her mind relentlessly as tears of both pain and sorrow filled her eyes.
"Make it stop..." she whimpered to herself as she clenched her eyes shut.
'They're coming...for us they're coming...'
'They're looking for us...searching for the truth...'
"Stop it..." the Spirit Guardian whispered painfully, "MAKE IT STOP!"
-:0:-
Yusuke glanced around quickly; his eyes furrowing in confusion...he could have sworn...
Then he heard it again; Mai's scream charged at him from back near the auditorium.
Alarmed, the Detective quickly raced back through the parking lot towards her cry and skidded to a halt in front of the stage doors. Without thinking, he flung them open and raced into the theater. He tore past the backdrop to find Mai sitting at the single piano placed at the center of the stage, but she was shaking violently and clutched the keyboard for dear life.
"Mai!" he cried and ran across the floor, "Mai what's wrong? What's going on!"
She didn't answer him, but whimpered in response. Her eyes remained closed tightly as tears streamed down her face.
Urameshi quickly gripped her by the shoulders, "Mai, you have to tell me what's going happening to you!"
The Guardian shook her head but once more didn't answer.
But suddenly, her eyes shot open...however, her once deep azure eyes were now clouded and hazy. Her body all of a sudden went rigid as her eyes stared up past the detective into the empty void beyond. She shuddered then, and crumpled into a sudden heap in Yusuke's arms.
He blinked in confusion as he stared down at her. Her skin was now as pale as death itself and as cold as ice...
Yusuke uncertainly lifted her into his arms and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. The Detective carefully felt for a pulse and found one; slow, but forceful with each pump of her heart.
"...M-Mai..."
'They're coming for us...'
-:0:-
A/N: okay, my first horror ficlet and my first fic outside of Fire Angel/Dancer that I've used my character Mai for a second time...
Please don't hate me if it sucks...I'm no good at scary stories, but I hope this one turns out alright...