ScareS 5, Mephilver, Sonadow (Part 1)

'I love you, Mephy.' 'I love you, too, my Silvy.'

You take your fingers off the keyboard and stretch, satisfied. This Mephilver-story is coming along great! A few chapters more, and it would be perfect.

You frown, when a gust of wind extinguishes the small candle you had lit up next to your laptop, for a little light, so you wouldn't have to switch on the three light bulbs at the ceiling. Well, the weather forecast had said something about strong winds.

The poor parents, who get dragged from house to house by their children tonight. You can already imagine flying wigs and cries of children, who lost parts of their costumes to the wind. You chuckle a little, before standing up and walking to the window.

You drag the curtains back, only to find the window closed tightly. "Great, there seems to be some kind of opening, letting through air. I'll call the janitor to fix this the day after tomorrow.," you decide, after you had tried to find the gap in the sealing yourself.

Giving it up after a few seconds, you pull the curtains close again and return to your desk to sit down and write some more.

While you got ready to start, you automatically read the last sentence and stop. The last written sentence...was suddenly different. Instead of 'I love you, too, my Silvy.', you can read, 'I hate you, too, my dear writer'. You raise a brow. How did this happen? Shaking your head, you delete the wrong words and write the right ones.

This happens, when you stay up late, your head and fingers develop their own lives., you scold yourself, looking at the clock on a shelf above your desk. Fifteen minutes to midnight. There, too late for something as straining as getting creative.

You stand up again and walk to the fridge to get a coke. Some caffeine would do you good and maybe help you to type another page, or two.

Upon reaching your goal, you have to see, though, that there's nothing left with caffeine. "That's a sign to call it a night, I guess.," you muse and close the fridge's door to return to your room.

In the frame, you practically freeze. Next to your laptop stands a can of coke. "Figures, that you forget the last coke right NEXT to you.," you think with another shake of your head and go to your desk. You're halfway there, when you look up to see the curtains dancing. Huffing, you walk past the desk chair and shove the fabric away once more to close the window.

You halt in the movement, your hand still on the handle of the window, that you just had turned to close it.

Hadn't this window been closed a few minutes ago? Then...how could it be open? "I really need to call the janitor the day after tomorrow.," you think, pulling the curtains close again and walking back to the desk.

But...a little doubt stays in your mind – is there a damage on a window, that makes its handle turn upwards on its own?

You're thrown out of your thoughts, when the lights above you flicker on, putting you in a spotlight. You raise your head and the lights go out again. Okay, this was getting creepy.

"G-guys? Is...that you?," you call, thinking, that this is just a prank of your clique. You didn't come to their Halloween-party, because you had been too keen on writing further, after all, so the prank would have been justified. And hey, you are scared, so...mission accomplished, huh?

"Okay, guys, very scary, but I would like to go to sleep now, please.," you call. A light bulb above you explodes with a shower of glass.

Screaming, you protect your head with your arms and bend down, until it's over. Panting, you try to control your heartbeat, while you carefully stand up and look up. The light bulbs are all intact. "Just what the HELL is going on here!?," you ask, starting to seriously freak out. A flash of red meets your eye and you quickly look to your white wall.

It isn't white anymore. With red color, there's one word written over and over in narrow lines along the walls. ALL walls. The simple word – or better question: Why? "Why? Why what!? Come on, talk with me!," you shout, now really frightened.

You blink – and the words are gone. As is most of your furniture, only your desk, desk chair and laptop remain.

Otherwise, you stand in a room, that lacks furniture, wallpapers, lamps and, to your great horror, windows and doors. You're locked in your own room!

Sweat starts to trickle down your spine, your heart beats against your ribs, as if it wants to escape. Just...to where? There's no way out!

To make it worse, the walls start to move towards you! You spin around wildly, trying to find any way out and see, that the wall, against that your desk stands, doesn't move. You run towards it and immediately discover the same question, that hops along the screen of your laptop as if it is a rabbit. "Why WHAT!? If you want to kill me, then at least tell me WHY!," you shout in your desperation.

At once, the walls jump back, leaving you in a white void, with your desk and laptop next to you. Helplessly, you look around, trying to find something, anything, that explains this and see something crawling towards you in the distance. You squint to try and recognize it.

Your eyes go wide, when you realize, that it's some kind of...black water?! You look around and see, that it's everywhere, black waves rising and crashing down, coming closer and closer.

In no time you are surrounded by the inky fluid, it washes over you, rises higher and higher. You try to swim, seeing, that the ceiling's gone, too, but your feet are glued to the floor, you can only watch, how the cold black substance rises higher and higher... reaching your knees already, then your hips, your belly, your chest...your neck.

Then it stops.

You stand there, barely daring to breathe, keeping your head bent upwards. Is it your imagination, or is the water still rising!? Or...is it just your panting breath creating waves, that lick the underside of your chin? It's so hard to say in your panic!

And it's gone. All the ink-like fluid is just gone. Was it a dream? No, your clothes are drenched thoroughly and you feel still the coldness in your bones.

Trying to catch your breath, you look around more carefully, but this time, the almost soothing white is everything you see. You return to your laptop, mostly, because it's everything you have left – your guess is, that this strange place would either stretch forever, or that it was a hallucination and you would sooner or later run into your own wall or something of the furniture, if you started to walk right now. You bend over to see the screen, but the annoying word 'Why' is gone.

You straighten yourself to look around once more and now, everything is normal. The room is back, your clothes are dry and you feel warm again. Your chair is behind you, waiting for its occupant.

"Just a hallucination, as I thought. I should lay off the Halloween sweets. Probably too much sugar, or something like that.," you muse, the strange events a few minutes ago already starting to fade out of your mind.

You look up at the clock again. Five minutes to midnight. Really, you should just go to bed. Deciding, that this is for the best, you shut down the laptop, walk over to your nightstand and switch on the little lamp on it, so you have some light to change. You turn around to your desk again to go to it and shut the shut-down laptop, when you notice a movement in the dark hallway.

You frown and stare in the darkness behind the frame, but there's nothing there. "Just my imagination. It never works for my stories, just outside of them.," you sigh, close the laptop and return to your bed. You bend over it, to get out your night clothes, when you freeze. Your heart starts hammering and you start to sweat. The little hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You know it, you are absolutely sure.

There's someone behind you.

You swallow and try to think. You don't expect anyone and nobody has a key besides you. So, a burglar? You need to attack him! But with what? That's just your bed!

Then, your fingers brush something hard and you feel relief washing over you – the remote! Right, you had placed it there earlier to watch TV and then changed your mind! Thank goodness, that you have forgotten it there!

Grabbing the remote with as less visible movement as possible, you grip it properly, like a bat, before spinning around and raising it above your head, ready to hit – but there's nothing there. You just look in your normal room. Confused, you let your arm drop, throwing the remote with a small flick of your wrist on the bed. Are you going crazy? You could've sworn, that there had been someone!

By coincidence, you look down – and scream. There's blood on the carpet! But...not in any form. It's in the form of shoe prints... You blink: those two foot prints are the only ones! There aren't any leading to it...or away...

You feel fear creeping back into you, as you gulp. What is going on here? You flinch, when something falls through your line of vision to the floor. You look down again and see a new drop of blood between the shoe prints. It must've dropped from the ceiling.

You feel your insides tighten. You know, that you will regret it, but your curiosity is far too strong. Slowly, ever so slowly, you raise your head. Your stomach turns.

On your ceiling is a figure tied. The person looks like you, the same hair, skin tone, clothes. The arms are stretched out, tied with some kind of black rope, that disappears in the ceiling. The legs are the same. The throat, that is almost above you, is cut through, oozing slowly blood. The eyes of the face, that is a little ahead of you, are closed, the head hangs limply, so you can see them.

You feel, after several minutes, how the shock slowly lessens. And it is replaced by horror. Pure, unfiltered horror. You could never, NEVER imagine that! This is true, this is real. There is a embody/em on your ceiling!

Your eyes are still glued to the corpse, trying to understand this, to...just grasp the situation – and what little you have left of your sanity.

Then, the body opens its eyes. Poisonous green eyes stare down at you, the face gets split in half by a grin with razor sharp teeth. The head turns, so it looks at you, the spine cracking, as it breaks from the unnatural movement, slipping out of the back like a snake, the head at its tip, still connecting it with the torso this way. The eyes glow.

And the last thing you hear, before you disappear in a screaming blackness, is its unnatural voice.

"Wanna join me?"