"Damnit, damnit damnit damnit…" Mark groaned as he tried to open the door, only thing sealing him inside with that… Freak…
"Come on Mark… Don't be shy, we're gonna have a fun time…"
'WHAT'S THAT INNUENDO SUPPOSED TO MEAN?' Mark screamed as he continued jerking the door handle back and forth. This was NOT good news. These days, Mark had dreamed about pretty much nothing but that red eyed blond demon that was hunting him down. If this goes on, he might need to seek professional help. 'DAMNIT, IT'S NOT BUDGING!'
"Don't worry…" The demon said, followed by a shrill sound like metal colliding with metal. Like a sword being unsheathed.
"It'll all be over soon…"
Everything went red as Mark bolted upright in bed, panting.
It was 2:20.
"Fifth. Fifth nightmare." Mark groaned as he collapsed on his back, staring at the wall while being surrounded in darkness.
It started on Sunday night, right after Mark stopped recording Happy Wheels. Sure, you might say: "Oh, he must've gotten nightmares for playing so much happy wheels!" But you're wrong.
Does happy wheels include a demonic 20 year old who kills people for a living?
I don't think so.
Well, maybe the creators of the levels are, but I can't guarantee that.
On Sunday night, Mark found himself at the door of a mansion. It was large, so large that large would be an understatement. The only thing around it was a forest, giving a more macabre atmosphere. What stood out most was the colour. White. Snow white. Possibly the whitest shade of white that has ever existed. Heck, even when the sky was dark and the moon was hidden behind clouds, that shade of white still stood out like a star. The creepy thing was, all the windows were boarded up with mahogany wood, preventing Mark from looking inside. The only thing he had was a torch, which he shone at everything, almost as if he was playing FNAF 2.
A pair of eyes pierced onto Marks back, sending shivers all over his body. Immediately, Mark turned around, flashing his torch at every direction, fearing someone might be there.
No one.
"Ha… Must be my imagination…"He laughed.
And we all know that anybody who says that in a horror movie is fucked.
Even Mark knew that.
The moment Mark turned back to the door, he jumped.
Something moved.
It was swift, brushing by his eyes like a breeze before disappearing into darkness. For a while, Mark stared, glued to the spot as he stared at the door, dread occupying his heart.
"The hell?"
When he finally summoned up the courage to see what it was, he shone his flashlight around the area where he thought he saw the shadow rush by. Nothing.
"Mark…" A whisper broke the silence, sending shivers down Marks spine. "Come in…"
He subconsciously obliged as he pushed the door open, peeking inside. It was pitch black, Mark couldn't see even a few inches in front of him. Just solid darkness. Shivers travelled down his spine when he felt something warm and wet on his ear, with a slight pressure. He panicked and immediately turned around, heartbeat speeding up slightly, only to see nothing. Even when he shone his torch in that direction, still nothing. He put his hand over his ear, checking if there was still anything there. Nothing. Just something wet clinging onto his ear, like someone had licked his earlobe.
"Ugh…" He cringed as he shone his torch around the room, examining his surroundings. It was oddly antique, with dull blue wallpaper covering the walls, exotic gold patterns decorating the canvas. Occasional gold lining acted like a border around the wallpaper, while gold pillars supported the roof here and there. It was like a picture frame.
A grand staircase sat in the centre of the room, leading upwards to the upper floor, connecting to a hallway that disappeared into the sides of the room. Everything had a dark feel to it. If it wasn't gold, it was mahogany. Very dark mahogany. The floor was covered in dust, rough with age, like sandpaper.
The sensation of eyes digging into his back shook Mark to the bone, as he looked everywhere for a sign of life.
Nothing.
He looked behind him, thinking something was there, but he saw something worse in its place.
The door had disappeared into a wall.
"What the hell?" Mark whimpered, his voice echoing through the empty mansion. "The door was right there!"
'No…'
Marks heart Jerked as he turned around, looking for a source of sound. That sound did NOT come from him. Mark was creeped out now.
'No way… out…'
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He screamed, panicking as his knees trembled and heartbeat pulsed until he can't take it anymore. He trailed the torch in all direction, left, right, up, everywhere.
He almost fainted when his torch revealed a shadowy figure in its range, looking down, as if mourning. He screamed as his heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid. He can feel the adrenaline surging through his veins, sheer panic confining him to the spot, mind spinning as he stared at whatever the heck that was, panicking.
'Me?' The figure rasped, moving his head as if looking up at him. He felt the same glare on his figure, and his instinct told him that he should take a run for it.
His heart stopped when the figure looked up, a glowing cheshire grin appearing on his face, from ear to ear. It wasn't like the cheshire cat, looking like it knows something you don't, but rather like it has an inhumane desire to rip you to shreds. Its eyes opened, revealing glowing ruby jewels in the dark, adding a more demonic effect to the silhouette, chilling Mark to the bone. What freaked him out wasn't the terrifying shade of red, but rather the emotionless look they had in them, along with a extreme loss of sanity.
'You'll find out when you meet me in hell.'
The figure lunged at Mark, giving him a terrifying close-up of his terrifying face for a second before everything went black.
"Damnit." Mark groaned as he sat up in bed as the clock read 5:19. "I hate Mondays."
He had already gotten used to all the things the shadows have been whispering to him, including the young fragile voice whispering reassuring things into his ear, contrasting the insults that the shadows kept on whispering.
"Don't listen to them, you're better than what they believe."
'YOU'RE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.'
"You've made a great impact to the world."
'YOU SHOULD JUST DIE ALREADY.'
He just smiled.
'Listen girl, thanks.'