Chapter 8: Smiling in fear

The room seemed to stretch around me, shadows filled the room and I could hear straining on the wood as if it was about to shatter. It didn't seem real at first, maybe a delusion from lack of sleep so I ignored it. I carried on watching the video, he was just sat there...looking at me. His eyes closed for a second and passed out in the chair, his body seemed to vibrate. It escalated until it became a violent seizure, blood started to gush from his eyes and mouth as he started to choke himself. I panicked and through my laptop across the room and into the wall but the sound of him struggling to breath filled the room, the items around me, furniture, electronics, everything began to warp itself. They began to laugh, like an audience at the theatre...it seemed to be...catchy. I began to laugh, at first it was a slight chuckle but then became one with the audience. It kept getting louder and louder until it was a psychotic laughter, it was stinging my chest. I started to claw at my throat but it only made it worse, the pain was unbearable and I began to cry while pulling my hair. It all went dark...I felt dead...

"Get a grip of yourself you pussy!-" yelled an aggressive voice.

A girls voice interrupted. "Don't be too harsh with him Jet, he's gone through a lot."

I opened my eyes in shock, there were four people standing over me as if I was in an accident. It looked as though I was in an abandoned school. It must have been another nightmare, a nightmare within a nightmare. I didn't know what was reality and what was a dream, maybe they were both reality.

"Wh...where am I?" I choked

They helped me up. "Its ok, your safe now" A girl smiled.

A large guy came along "He squirms like a bitch but he's got a good body on him, he'll be useful."

A woman came in with an aggressive attitude "Stop with the pleasantries, we are still in danger or have you forgotten what happened to Chrissie?"

They all looked down in despair, each one of them with a different expression across their face. Different emotions swirling inside of them, anger, sadness, guilt. These are the only emotions I could make out from their faces.

I summoned up the courage to speak. "Erm... who is Chrissie?"

The large guy came up to me. "She was Ricky's girl friend, she was taken by that bastard."

"Whos Ricky?"

He pointed to a guy sitting by the window looking out, his eyes looked sore from crying. There were more people in the room than before.

"How many of you are there?" I asked

The guy rubbed his chin. "About sixteen I think."

"Oh you mentioned that bastard, who do you mean by that?"

"Slender man" the girl whispered.

That name sent shivers down my spine, I knew who she was talking about. I guess the guy was right...we really are already dead...