Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
Anyway, this is my second story, and I warn you now, dear reader, the genre should be noticed now. This is a FREAKY kind of tale. Okay? Thank you very much. Enjoy.
Half Past Insanity
By:
Lousiana-Southern-Belle
Chapter 1: The Reflection of the Mind
Everyone has their own feelings and thoughts of the supernatural. Why do these so called spirits feel the need to call upon our souls in the darkest time of the night, when all heart beats can be counted, all life lies between the balance of life and death?
You know what I'm talking about.
When you hear that uncanny sound of restless and uneasiness surround your senses. You calm yourself, knowing it is just your mind. Perhaps you grasp and reach out for security in the night, knowing morning's light will come for you? That you are different than the rest of the poor victims of the night's cruel laugh? But who are we to judge? That we could ever control a soul whose sanity has become tainted, blood given to the demons of their mind, heart torn from abuse from such a concept as forgiveness. What to do when faced with this merciless creature? Our mind becomes clouded, and we no longer can breathe in the morning's sweet forgiveness, because some souls are better left to the night's torture, never to be found……
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Tap, tap, tap
For the last twenty minutes, Sydney Hopper had heard that annoying noise. She sat in front of a glowing computer screen, typing furiously at the term paper due tomorrow. Books and articles were lying all around her chair, pages tired and crinkled from being used all day long.
Tap, Tap, tap
'Damn sink!' she cursed mentally. Her apartment was on campus with leaks everywhere from the years it's foundation had withstood. Sydney sighed, looking down at her ring finger, admiring the jeweled gold band.
Tap, Tap ,tap
'One more paragraph to go!' she cheered herself on. College life was so hectic, which was ironic since her paper was on stress and how it affects our brain stability.
Tap, Tap, Tap,
"Dammit!" she cursed at loud now, 'I guess I can take a break to check that out.'
She rose up from her chair, barely making it around the pile of paper surrounding her, and stretched. Hearing heavy pops or cracks from her back, she winced. She really needed to stop sitting so long.
Bare-footed and in jeans, loose t-shirt, and blonde hair tied back, she wasn't dressed to impress. She had been working for about five hours straight. Her major professor had looked through her research and made many corrections or suggestions to the paper. It was taking forever to pull it all together.
Walking through the small archway that led to her kitchen, she noticed the sink tap wasn't leaking at all. But her knife drawer was open.
Tap, Tap, tap
Sydney's face drained of all color.
'Calm down, you're going to be alright, count to ten.. .' she mentally coached herself. Closing the drawer and double checking the faucet, she moved to her main hallway.
But not before grabbing a knife with trembling fingers…..
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Anzu Mazaki was tired and lonely. She had spent the whole day in her apartment, working on her paper. She was in psychology second year.
Thinking about maybe going down to the bookstore or café for a coffee, she thought about inviting one of her fellow students and good friends, Sydney Hopper. Sydney was an exchange student from America, and a hard worker.
Thinking even more about it and how good of an outing it would be , she picked up her phone to dial the number. Her apartment was right across the street from Sydney's.
Anzu pushed back a stray piece of chestnut bang from her face, while waiting for her friend to answer……………….
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First door on the right, closet.
Grabbing the handle with a fierce girp, she swung the door open wide open, and found nothing.
Tap, Tap Tap, Tap.
'Four?'
Gripping the knife to her chest for security, she ventured forward once again.
Door on the left…
Her bedroom.
'Please, not in here..' she silently prayed, grabbing the handle, pushing against the wood,
'Rinnnnnnnnnng Rinnnnnnnng……
She screamed at the sound. Breathing heavily, Sydney raced back into the kitchen for the cordless phone.
"H-Hello?" she stammered out.
"Anzu, it is so good t-to hear f-from you." She was having trouble making out sentences clearly. Sydney didn't want to worry Anzu, she was a good friend. No sense in worrying her with her own reckless imagination.
Right?
"Yes, I would love to join you," she paused listening to the other end, "alright, but can you come by in ten minutes?" she eagerly asked. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was ten to twelve at night.
Midnight.
"Right, s-see you then." She hung up the phone all too quickly, having a chill run through her. Once again she was alone with a knife……..
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Anzu hung up the phone, wondering what had gotten into her friend. She had seemed troubled about something, but what?
'Ten minutes, huh?' Anzu glanced at her clock. 'Well, I guess we'll be going to an all night café…'
She was stilled troubled with the conversation. Sydney always seemed so calm, and head strong. Maybe Anzu would show up a bit earlier than what was arranged…..
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Sydney let out a huge breath of relief when she realized that her room was empty, except for what belonged there. No unfriendly sights or anything…..
Tap, Tap, Tap
'Three?'
She shut the door, and stepped forward,
Tap,
Another step,
Tap,
Another,
Tap
Although something inside her was screaming profanities at going forward, she couldn't stop.
Step,
Tap.
The noise greeted her with eeriness, daring her to try and win the game it had begun.
She found herself face to face with her bathroom door. The usual white door had a scratch deeply embedded into it from the top running all the way down to the floor.
At the foot of the door, there was a note like what you would send with a bouquet of roses, neatly folded.
With her name on it.
Her mind was swimming with ideas, or excuses. Maybe it was a trick, or small prank by one of the other students. Maybe it was something she dropped,
Maybe she wasn't meant to know.
Upon opening the note, she found to be completely empty, blank, untainted.
'What is going on?'
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Scared out of her wits now, she watched in horror as she saw her hand reach up, and open the door, stepping inside.
Looking around,
Heart beating wildly,
Following with her eyes a trail of foot prints that were not her own to the sink.
She stopped in front of the sink.
So scared she was crying,
Looking in the mirror.
Fur brushed her leg.
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Anzu gathered her textbooks and purse making sure everything was in place before locking her door.
'I'm a bit early, but it won't matter.'
She looked both ways before crossing the street bathed in only the lights from the street lamps.
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'Oh my God, it was just my cat.'
She gave a heavy sigh.
"You scared me for a second there, sweetie!" Sydney almost started crying from relief as she bent down and stroked the cat between the ears.
The clock in her house, in the town, and every dark corner rang out….
Midnight.
As she was bent over, she never saw the shadow that slipped in front of her, never saw the gleam of insanity…..
But she felt it.
Tap, Scratch, crrraaaccckkkk…
She shot up from her kneeling position,
Looked in the mirror,
And screamed.
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Anzu got a sudden chill as she neared the second floor of the building. As though there was something pulling at her every thread of clothing she had on, whispering sweet nothings in her ear….
She swore she heard a song, a melody, just dancing through her senses.
Once at twelve, we cast our spells
At half past, we smash the glass….
Shivering and pulling her coat tighter, she continued her ascension.
Up.
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A figure cloaked in shadow reached around the limp body and picked up the note with her name on it. What a prize she was…
With crimson dripping from its fingers, smeared a red line through her name and tainted the once crisp white paper.
The Clock struck half past twelve, and the figure receded back into the depths of the night.
To sing their songs of sweet nothings to all those who prayed not to hear insanity's reflection deep within their soul.
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