A/N~ OMG! I am SOOOO sorry its been taking this long for me to update but
suddenly all this paperwork for colleges and stuff came up, just popping
from- *ducks to avoid being smashed by a giant stack of paper* Ahhhh! See?
*looks around cautiously, then continues* Well, I am gonna get the worst
over with, so we can pick this story up and make it happy! I think...
HEARING IS BELIEVING
Kat was walking down a gloomy hall, filled with eerie shadow figures. One by one they beckoned her to follow them, and hesitantly she trailed along. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the poor lighting as she made her way, hands against the walls to steady herself in the darkness.
Suddenly her hand hit a smooth doorknob. Looking around her, the hall was filled with hundreds of doors, on each side of the corridor, stretched as far as the eye could see. Pausing at one, Kat saw a gold emblem of a maple leaf. Bracing herself, she opened the door. Inside sat a lovely pond, with a small tree in the center of an island and sunlight streaming through the branches.
Closing the door, Kat opened another with a small snowflake on it and found herself in the middle of a snowstorm. Struggling to shut the heavy door against the wind, the petite blonde forced all her weight upon it. Then she took several steps down the hall before stopping at another. Fingering the delicate music note on it, Kat opened the door. Immediately strains of a heavenly chorus filled the air. Over this, a singular voice soared over all others, accompanied by a violin.
Smiling, Kat looked inside and found hundreds of wispy clouds drifting lazily about in a bright blue sky. Leaving the door open, Kat continued on her way, not exactly sure where she was going.
As the sixteen year old approached, she felt an icy panic grip her heart. She tried to turn back, but her feet determinedly carried her closer to the source of fear. Her stiff fingers reached for the knob and turned it. Creaking, the door opened. There in the middle of a gray room sat a mirror. Kat licked her dry lips and walked closer.
Almost afraid to look in, she gulped and glanced quickly at the mirrors contents. There sat a younger image of herself, playing happily in the grass with butterflies flitting about, flowers waving in the wind. The sunshine played with the golden hair curling down the 5 year old's back. Then two large hands picked the child up, and she began squirming and crying. Kat bit back a scream at the monstrous hands, long nails gleaming red.
Terrified, she turned to run but saw her father standing before her, with the same long red nails.
"Miss me, sweetheart?" he breathed, grinning wickedly.
"Papa," she hoarsely whispered. Kat slowly backed into the mirror. Trapped, she closed her eyes and prayed to the angels like she had never prayed before.
Suddenly her father growled. Kat's eyes flew open in time to see her stepmother leap in front of Kat. She looked like an angel.
"Leave her!" She cried in piercing tones. "Be gone from her!"
Kat rushed to the door, but turned back. Grabbing the brave woman, the man stabbed her with a long fingernail. She cried out as blood began to flow...
Kat stared, horror-stricken. Almost painstakingly, Kat's father forced a blood-red nail into his wife, until she had five wounds. The life slipped from her thin form as he dropped her to the ground and looked up to Kat.
Feeling her stomach lurch, she froze in the longest second of eternity, then came to her senses and ran for her life. Bolting, Kat came to a halt at the open door, beautiful music still playing. As she looked back, the man came running at her. As he sprinted towards Kat, a long rope in the shape of a noose hovered above him and caught him neatly. Kat turned to find the owner, but there was none. Slowly the rope hoisted the young girl's father until he swung high above her head.
Turning white, Kat turned and ran into the room full of clouds. The music suddenly stopped. For a moment she stood in silence, on clouds of fleece, then she fell. Fell a long, long way down, to a place with no end...
Kat awoke in a cold sweat. She clutched her blankets and sobbed until the horror of the dream was merely a mad memory to be forgotten. Looking about the white hospital room, Kat grabbed the remote and turned on the television. She flicked desperately through the channels. Anything to get her mind off the horrible nightmare. Only a news channel came on, so Kat settled herself against the pillows and sighed.
"Immediate update from New Hampshire."
Kat sat up suddenly and gaped at the screen and its contents.
The woman continued. "This morning, a woman was murdered in her home. A Mrs. Nelsen of Streetford was found in her room, just outside the door. Apparently, in front of her full-length mirror, the attacker came from the front and stabbed her five times with a blade. The weapon has not been confiscated. There were no witnesses, but neighbors are being brought in for questioning."
Kat fainted.
HEARING IS BELIEVING
Kat was walking down a gloomy hall, filled with eerie shadow figures. One by one they beckoned her to follow them, and hesitantly she trailed along. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the poor lighting as she made her way, hands against the walls to steady herself in the darkness.
Suddenly her hand hit a smooth doorknob. Looking around her, the hall was filled with hundreds of doors, on each side of the corridor, stretched as far as the eye could see. Pausing at one, Kat saw a gold emblem of a maple leaf. Bracing herself, she opened the door. Inside sat a lovely pond, with a small tree in the center of an island and sunlight streaming through the branches.
Closing the door, Kat opened another with a small snowflake on it and found herself in the middle of a snowstorm. Struggling to shut the heavy door against the wind, the petite blonde forced all her weight upon it. Then she took several steps down the hall before stopping at another. Fingering the delicate music note on it, Kat opened the door. Immediately strains of a heavenly chorus filled the air. Over this, a singular voice soared over all others, accompanied by a violin.
Smiling, Kat looked inside and found hundreds of wispy clouds drifting lazily about in a bright blue sky. Leaving the door open, Kat continued on her way, not exactly sure where she was going.
As the sixteen year old approached, she felt an icy panic grip her heart. She tried to turn back, but her feet determinedly carried her closer to the source of fear. Her stiff fingers reached for the knob and turned it. Creaking, the door opened. There in the middle of a gray room sat a mirror. Kat licked her dry lips and walked closer.
Almost afraid to look in, she gulped and glanced quickly at the mirrors contents. There sat a younger image of herself, playing happily in the grass with butterflies flitting about, flowers waving in the wind. The sunshine played with the golden hair curling down the 5 year old's back. Then two large hands picked the child up, and she began squirming and crying. Kat bit back a scream at the monstrous hands, long nails gleaming red.
Terrified, she turned to run but saw her father standing before her, with the same long red nails.
"Miss me, sweetheart?" he breathed, grinning wickedly.
"Papa," she hoarsely whispered. Kat slowly backed into the mirror. Trapped, she closed her eyes and prayed to the angels like she had never prayed before.
Suddenly her father growled. Kat's eyes flew open in time to see her stepmother leap in front of Kat. She looked like an angel.
"Leave her!" She cried in piercing tones. "Be gone from her!"
Kat rushed to the door, but turned back. Grabbing the brave woman, the man stabbed her with a long fingernail. She cried out as blood began to flow...
Kat stared, horror-stricken. Almost painstakingly, Kat's father forced a blood-red nail into his wife, until she had five wounds. The life slipped from her thin form as he dropped her to the ground and looked up to Kat.
Feeling her stomach lurch, she froze in the longest second of eternity, then came to her senses and ran for her life. Bolting, Kat came to a halt at the open door, beautiful music still playing. As she looked back, the man came running at her. As he sprinted towards Kat, a long rope in the shape of a noose hovered above him and caught him neatly. Kat turned to find the owner, but there was none. Slowly the rope hoisted the young girl's father until he swung high above her head.
Turning white, Kat turned and ran into the room full of clouds. The music suddenly stopped. For a moment she stood in silence, on clouds of fleece, then she fell. Fell a long, long way down, to a place with no end...
Kat awoke in a cold sweat. She clutched her blankets and sobbed until the horror of the dream was merely a mad memory to be forgotten. Looking about the white hospital room, Kat grabbed the remote and turned on the television. She flicked desperately through the channels. Anything to get her mind off the horrible nightmare. Only a news channel came on, so Kat settled herself against the pillows and sighed.
"Immediate update from New Hampshire."
Kat sat up suddenly and gaped at the screen and its contents.
The woman continued. "This morning, a woman was murdered in her home. A Mrs. Nelsen of Streetford was found in her room, just outside the door. Apparently, in front of her full-length mirror, the attacker came from the front and stabbed her five times with a blade. The weapon has not been confiscated. There were no witnesses, but neighbors are being brought in for questioning."
Kat fainted.
