The Third Floor
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my self and my dream (which is where the
plot and idea came from) I make no money from this (or anything else for
that matter).
For this chapter:
{thoughts}
"speech"
[Images]
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Chapter 4: The Dream.
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Dream Kyera's POV
It was the same dream. The one I had the night before, before I had woken up in this dimension only now it was even more vivid than before and this time I remembered it.
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I stood alone on the path staring up at the house, for some unknown reason it spooked me beyond belief. Maybe it was that gut feeling I get when something terrible is going to happen or maybe it was the pure freakiness of the house itself. The house had 3 floors which wasn't overly strange what was strange was that the bottom 2 floors were made of red brick while the third floor was constructed of white marble. Further more the 3rd floor had a balcony which looked as though it should have been the entrance, as it appeared to have 3 steps as well as 2 pillars supporting a ceiling over it. Overall it looked as though someone had taken a normal, if extremely dirty and old, red brick, double-story house and dumped an ancient Greek coliseum style building on top of it.
Suddenly I was on the porch with 5 shadowed figures behind me. An old lady sitting on a rocking chair on the front porch, which was wooden and creaked a lot, was knitting and motioned us over. We went over and she started to tell us.
"There in the house lies the spirit awakened [a horrible twisted figure but it is still blurry], to torture the innocent souls [people suffering, screaming, begging for the pain to stop], the third floor holds the key [on the third floor a spiral shell design on the ceiling which opens up to reveal a dark place]."
The old lady disappeared and then the 5 figures and I are on the first floor. The door slams shut behind me and clicks locked. Then we are on the stairs making our way up to the 3rd floor. We were on the 3rd floor then next to the stairs a man lays there, dead, with a look of utter horror and pain pasted forever on his face now. Still we walked on searching for the shell hatch.
There is a sudden earthquake and one of the figures falls to a wall with a small open doorway where his head is. The figure is suddenly strapped to the wall and the little door, which has a round upside down saucepan attached to it, slams forwards closing and in the process the saucepan thing jolts the figures head forward breaking their neck. In that moment I finally see his face which has the same pained and horrified look on it as the other dead man.
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I woke up startled, I knew that face now even though I had never seen it twisted in that kind of pain I now recognized who it belonged to.
{Adam.}
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A/N: So waddya think pretty freaky dream I had eh? Well better go write the next chappie for my potc story since I'll have Dom angry at me if I don't at least start writing it soon.
For this chapter:
{thoughts}
"speech"
[Images]
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Chapter 4: The Dream.
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Dream Kyera's POV
It was the same dream. The one I had the night before, before I had woken up in this dimension only now it was even more vivid than before and this time I remembered it.
*************************************************************
I stood alone on the path staring up at the house, for some unknown reason it spooked me beyond belief. Maybe it was that gut feeling I get when something terrible is going to happen or maybe it was the pure freakiness of the house itself. The house had 3 floors which wasn't overly strange what was strange was that the bottom 2 floors were made of red brick while the third floor was constructed of white marble. Further more the 3rd floor had a balcony which looked as though it should have been the entrance, as it appeared to have 3 steps as well as 2 pillars supporting a ceiling over it. Overall it looked as though someone had taken a normal, if extremely dirty and old, red brick, double-story house and dumped an ancient Greek coliseum style building on top of it.
Suddenly I was on the porch with 5 shadowed figures behind me. An old lady sitting on a rocking chair on the front porch, which was wooden and creaked a lot, was knitting and motioned us over. We went over and she started to tell us.
"There in the house lies the spirit awakened [a horrible twisted figure but it is still blurry], to torture the innocent souls [people suffering, screaming, begging for the pain to stop], the third floor holds the key [on the third floor a spiral shell design on the ceiling which opens up to reveal a dark place]."
The old lady disappeared and then the 5 figures and I are on the first floor. The door slams shut behind me and clicks locked. Then we are on the stairs making our way up to the 3rd floor. We were on the 3rd floor then next to the stairs a man lays there, dead, with a look of utter horror and pain pasted forever on his face now. Still we walked on searching for the shell hatch.
There is a sudden earthquake and one of the figures falls to a wall with a small open doorway where his head is. The figure is suddenly strapped to the wall and the little door, which has a round upside down saucepan attached to it, slams forwards closing and in the process the saucepan thing jolts the figures head forward breaking their neck. In that moment I finally see his face which has the same pained and horrified look on it as the other dead man.
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I woke up startled, I knew that face now even though I had never seen it twisted in that kind of pain I now recognized who it belonged to.
{Adam.}
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A/N: So waddya think pretty freaky dream I had eh? Well better go write the next chappie for my potc story since I'll have Dom angry at me if I don't at least start writing it soon.