Post by iceberg on Sept 12, 2007 16:08:43 GMT -5
Both of them were sitting on this dusty floor, which seemed to have been undisturbed by any living creature for countless years. To be honest, the amount of dust made it seem like the room had once been full of items. Chair.. table.. maybe a bed. But all had been turned into dust as time had passed, their remains laying on the creaky floor as small dusty hills in the dirty landscape the room had.
Their only source of light was the small flashlight Dennis had taken with them from the car. Who knows how long it's batteries would last? ..and who knows what would happen when the batteries would die out. From the single large window in the room, all that they could see, was the mist, which still lingered even when the sun was slowly setting down.
"You think they're still out there?" Mike asked, looking out of the window, like waiting for something to break in. "Yeah. I still hear them. They're out there." Dennis muttered, while the same sounds.. voices, kept on whispering, as they wandered around aimlessly around the house. They did not whisper in english, that was for sure. Maybe that was a good thing, as the tone of the whispers wasn't one you really wanted to understand. It was hostile, like the growl of a beast out in the hunt.
"Where do you think we are anyway?" Mike asked again, quietly, as if not wanting to draw anyone's, or anythings, attention. "..I don't know. I.. just don't know." was all what Dennis could answer, before starting to dig for the box of cigarrettes he had in his jeans left pocket. Matches in the right one.
"Where do you think Oscar is?"
That was a question Dennis did not know what to answer. Or maybe he did not want to answer. He fished out the box of cigarrettes, and opened it. Only one left. "Dammit.." he muttered as he took the last one out, placing it between his lips, simultaneously starting to look for the matches in his right pocket, throwing the empty red box of cigarrettes aside, into the dust. The cloud of dust splashed upwards, and hovered down, ending up covering the box almost completely.
"I'm sure he's somewhere safe. Hiding like us." Dennis said, even though he could not put all his trust into the words. After all, they had been separated, who knows if Oscar was even alive anymore.
Now, one might wonder, who are these people? Why are they hiding? And from what?
Their story is not a long one.
Meet Dennis, Mike and Oscar. Three friends, who have lived their lives rather normally. They've been friends ever since kindergarden.. childhood friends.
Another boring weekend, and to celebrate for Oscar finally getting his drivers license, what better way to do that than to drink a few beers and take the car out for a spin, now that it's legal?
Well, maybe it was not very wise for them to drive at all while drinking. But that, driving and drinking, would be the least of their worries soon.
Now on the state when everything is funny, they drove on the quiet road which led away from their homes, not like anyone ever wandered into their small little town. The road would be empty like always.
That's when the mist settled in. It was odd, but it did not surprise them too much, as their minds were on something totally else, meaning the beer on their hand. They drove on and on, but the mist stayed. Finally after half a hour, Oscar realized something.
The mist had gotten so thick that he could not see the road infront of him anymore. It was all around, blinding them from the world around with it's pale-white existence.
No panic.. just a little mist. Might as well stop the car, and wait for it to clear so they could drive back without fearing of driving off the road. With a turn of the key, the car fell silent. Dennis and Mike commented loudly on their drive stopping, but both stopped as they realized their situation like Oscar had a few moments before them. They waited, and waited, emptying a few more bottles of beer, just as Oscar was about to empty his bottle, his eyes spotted something from the mist. It was finally starting to fade, although still too thick to drive safely. But in the distance, there was something. He said to Dennis and Mike that he was going to check it out, and as he left, the two quickly followed, after all, they've heard a fair share of ghost stories to know what happens when someone goes out into the mist by themselves.
The mist was thick, but step by step, what Oscar had seen, began to take more form. Just like the mist had appeared out of nowhere, the three young men now found themselves in the entrance to a small town. That's strange.. we shouldn't be even close to the nearest town this soon. Oscar thought, but considering what he was feeling like, he just blamed it on a messed up concept of the time.
But the town was different from what it should be if they had driven so far without realizing it. It was quiet. Even the wind was silent, like it feared to even approach this place.
"Heeey, I know! Let's go check this place out!" Dennis shouted, throwing the now empty bottle off his hands.
Full of almost drunken courage he walked straight into the town, with Oscar and Mike entering as well, leaving only the bottle and car behind. Might as well kill some time while waiting for the mist to clear, take a few rolls around the town, that's what they thought. Few steps, and both the car and beerbottle disappeared into the mist where they had left them.
Dennis was shouting loudly, "Is anybody here?" but there was no answer. The whole town.. it had an eerie feel to it, and the fact that there was no one around, no one answering, and to top that, the mist, it just made it even more eerie.
A few minutes of shouting and walking, they were fairly sure no one was around. Sleeping perhaps? Mike started to talk how it could be that the mist around them was actually some chemical, and everyone was inside, afraid to come out, or maybe everyone was already dead. Both Oscar and Mike quickly laughed away his theory, one reason being that it sounded like a plot for some B-rate horror movie, and second reason being that they did not want to think about walking around in some poison cloud, inhaling more and more of it's content with every inhale.
Then, at long last, there was noise. Not from them, but rather a door opening of a nearby house. It creaked out loud, like it had been shut for a long time. Considering how there had been nothing from the town's residents to that point, they felt curious, even when there was something in the back of their minds which was telling them not to go there. Then again, youth was the time when it was okay to do stupid things, and this was one of them.
Step after step, they walked to the house which seemed to be at least twenty years old, paint chipping off from it's surface.
"Finally, there's someone besides us!" Dennis shouted, pointing into the house as he stepped onto the porch and then into the house.
There was a small girl, dressed in pajamas like she just had woken up, long brown hair almost touching the mattress she sat on, her head nodding down as she slowly combed what little was left of the doll's hair, Barbie or something, which she held on her right hand. Slowly, silently, she combed the dolls hair.
Before any of them could ask things like "What's up with this town?", "Where are your parents?" or in Mike's case, "Where is your bathroom, I really gotta go.", the girl suddenly spoke. "We've been waiting." she said without raising her head to look at the visitors who had entered her home, their home. "We've been waiting for a long time now." she said again. "For someone to call us, to come to us."
A mind is a strange thing. Each one unique, no other exactly like it, no matter how hard you would search. Now, each of those minds is tapped onto the fabric of reality in an exactly unique way, each their own. From the fabric, something had been born, which stayed far away from the general view of reality. Through those minds which were tapped into reality, it had created it's foundations around them, embedding a small piece of itself inside every living being, deep within their minds, just like how a spider spun it's web.
"Don't make us wait any longer." the little girl said, after she had raised her head to look at the three visitors, which simply shocked Dennis and Mike, driving them out of the door and into the street. But Oscar, he saw nothing unusual. Just a normal little girl, talking something which did not make much sense.
Oscar was the luckiest one of the group. What Mike and Dennis had seen, was the horribly decaying state of the girls face, and her empty eyesockets, with deep scars which were crusted with dried red blood, result of something, or maybe herself, clawing her eyes out.
Both Dennis and Mike were shouting for Oscar to get out of the house, they were going to get out of the town as quickly as possible. The town had seemed wrong in the first place, and with what they had seen, they knew that they had to leave, before something would happen. It was straight from some horror story. Oscar stepped out of the house, puzzled by his friends behaviour. "What?" was all that he managed to ask before things took a sharp spiral downwards.
The front of the house was shattered as what was best described as a mass of darkness blasted out from it. All that Oscar realized, was some invisible force suddenly hitting him from behind and flinging him aside and into the street, neither Dennis could see what had happened. Mike was the only one who was able to see it. The dark mass smashed into a house in front of it's fury, it's origin, and seemingly stopped. It began to fume, black pieces falling out of it, which rolled on the ground, or some, flew in the air. As Mike stared at the black mass, after seeing Oscar stand up and start to run towards them, for just a moment, he thought to have seen the girls face in the mass. But this time, the scarred calmness on her face had turned into a silent scream, which melded into the black mass.
That's when Dennis began to hear something. Whispers, which were coming from the blobs that the mass was spitting out. For Mike , it was like he was seeing a movie without any sound on. When the house had shattered, that had been all the noise he had heard, but the black mass and what was spawning from it.. they were silent.
Poor Oscar had no idea what was going on, he could neither hear, or see what was happening.
This was how they saw this offspring of reality. If each of the parts of this place could be given a form, it was only obvious that sooner or later, there would be parts which would fit together. And those combined parts formed a key which opened the unseen gates into this hidden background of their world, in this case, the pieces in the minds of the three young men.
Thinking about what exactly was going on was far from their minds however, they just ran away, frightened like any rational person, the effects of the beer had just vanished from their minds. The car. Yes, the car! They had to get to it and drive as far away as possible!
The voices that Dennis heard were beginning to rise in volume and numbers. Mike looked behind him quickly while running, and he saw that the blobs that had appeared from the mass had taken form. They looked like ghosts, you know, the one's in childrens programs with sheets on top of their feetless bodies? Except these ones did not have a cheerful feel to them. They were just as dark as the matter which had created them, two dark eyes looking straight at them.
The three ran, with the dark forms slowly following them through the empty town of mist. They ran.. ran.. and ran. But there was no stop to the houses which they ran past. It was like they were not actually running forward, but in loops, time after another while the dark forms still closed on, unhindered by whatever was keeping them from escaping.
If they couldn't go through, then they should try from the sides. That was what they thought, and they immediately took a right, running between houses and yards, past sandboxes filled with trash and broken slings with rusty chains. Trees, some still green, and other's which looked like they had been dead for years.
It was the same in this direction as well, they were not getting anywhere no matter how many houses they got past. Mike could not see their pursuers, but from what Dennis heard, they were still after them.
They still ran, finally all they could think of was to find shelter, and where else could you do that except the houses this place was full of.
Dennis and Mike did not notice that they had gotten separated from Oscar, who had went his own way, perhaps thinking that if they would scatter it would confuse their pursuers, or maybe something had happened to him? After all, he could not see or hear the things after them. For all they knew, every shadow was alive, and Oscar had suddenly disappeared into one as they ran.
The house Mike and Dennis ran into, was a two-floor one, really old one. The door was already open, swinging silently. They entered the house quickly and the first thing both of them saw after taking a look around, was the dining room in the left. A man and a woman, still in their morning clothing which seemed immortal to the passing of time in this place, were sitting on a table, having a nice breakfast, which had long vanished from the plates and glasses. They could still be alive, if not for their mummified faces, and how they had melted together with their chairs and the table, like a gruesome display of art.
Dennis shouted for Mike to follow him as they ran up the stairs, past a young boy who had melted together with the stairs, screams for help still could be seen from the years old face he had, his right arm lifted in the air, like asking for someone to lift him up. No one had done that, and they were no exception, as the two ran up the stairs, Mike accidentally snapping the boy's hand like a dry twig as he stepped on it, the hands remainders bounced down the stairs as they went upwards.
There was only one door unlocked upstairs, which they took refuge in, despite the dusty smell, accompanied with mildew.
And there they were, on some place they did not have a idea of it's location, the cheerful effects of alcohol long vanished from their minds.
"I think.. we should go look for Oscar. ..in the morning. Those things got to be scared of sunlight, right?" Mike said with a hint of hope in his voice. Dennis muttered something, taking a match into his grip.
"Night sure falls quick.." Mike said as he looked out of the window, it was now pitchblack. Dennis had already flicked open the flashlight, and tossed it to Mike as he began scratching the match on the matchbox to lit it, and his cigarrette.
Then both of them heard noises. Someone was running up the stairs. ..no, not someone. A lot of someone's. Both of them stopped moving and talking, even breathing, as the pounding on the door began, like hundreds of tiny fists hitting the wooden surface, which slowly began to give in.
Then Mike thought of something which froze him to the core of his being. It wasn't night. As he looked out of the window, he could feel even without not seeing the countless eyes watching right at him and Dennis. Fear quickly taking control, he looked at Dennis, who's cigarrette fell down to the ground from his lips, the match still unlit. "Oh no..." was all that Dennis could say, listening to the never-ending rain of fists right outside the door.
Oh no...
Their only source of light was the small flashlight Dennis had taken with them from the car. Who knows how long it's batteries would last? ..and who knows what would happen when the batteries would die out. From the single large window in the room, all that they could see, was the mist, which still lingered even when the sun was slowly setting down.
"You think they're still out there?" Mike asked, looking out of the window, like waiting for something to break in. "Yeah. I still hear them. They're out there." Dennis muttered, while the same sounds.. voices, kept on whispering, as they wandered around aimlessly around the house. They did not whisper in english, that was for sure. Maybe that was a good thing, as the tone of the whispers wasn't one you really wanted to understand. It was hostile, like the growl of a beast out in the hunt.
"Where do you think we are anyway?" Mike asked again, quietly, as if not wanting to draw anyone's, or anythings, attention. "..I don't know. I.. just don't know." was all what Dennis could answer, before starting to dig for the box of cigarrettes he had in his jeans left pocket. Matches in the right one.
"Where do you think Oscar is?"
That was a question Dennis did not know what to answer. Or maybe he did not want to answer. He fished out the box of cigarrettes, and opened it. Only one left. "Dammit.." he muttered as he took the last one out, placing it between his lips, simultaneously starting to look for the matches in his right pocket, throwing the empty red box of cigarrettes aside, into the dust. The cloud of dust splashed upwards, and hovered down, ending up covering the box almost completely.
"I'm sure he's somewhere safe. Hiding like us." Dennis said, even though he could not put all his trust into the words. After all, they had been separated, who knows if Oscar was even alive anymore.
Now, one might wonder, who are these people? Why are they hiding? And from what?
Their story is not a long one.
Meet Dennis, Mike and Oscar. Three friends, who have lived their lives rather normally. They've been friends ever since kindergarden.. childhood friends.
Another boring weekend, and to celebrate for Oscar finally getting his drivers license, what better way to do that than to drink a few beers and take the car out for a spin, now that it's legal?
Well, maybe it was not very wise for them to drive at all while drinking. But that, driving and drinking, would be the least of their worries soon.
Now on the state when everything is funny, they drove on the quiet road which led away from their homes, not like anyone ever wandered into their small little town. The road would be empty like always.
That's when the mist settled in. It was odd, but it did not surprise them too much, as their minds were on something totally else, meaning the beer on their hand. They drove on and on, but the mist stayed. Finally after half a hour, Oscar realized something.
The mist had gotten so thick that he could not see the road infront of him anymore. It was all around, blinding them from the world around with it's pale-white existence.
No panic.. just a little mist. Might as well stop the car, and wait for it to clear so they could drive back without fearing of driving off the road. With a turn of the key, the car fell silent. Dennis and Mike commented loudly on their drive stopping, but both stopped as they realized their situation like Oscar had a few moments before them. They waited, and waited, emptying a few more bottles of beer, just as Oscar was about to empty his bottle, his eyes spotted something from the mist. It was finally starting to fade, although still too thick to drive safely. But in the distance, there was something. He said to Dennis and Mike that he was going to check it out, and as he left, the two quickly followed, after all, they've heard a fair share of ghost stories to know what happens when someone goes out into the mist by themselves.
The mist was thick, but step by step, what Oscar had seen, began to take more form. Just like the mist had appeared out of nowhere, the three young men now found themselves in the entrance to a small town. That's strange.. we shouldn't be even close to the nearest town this soon. Oscar thought, but considering what he was feeling like, he just blamed it on a messed up concept of the time.
But the town was different from what it should be if they had driven so far without realizing it. It was quiet. Even the wind was silent, like it feared to even approach this place.
"Heeey, I know! Let's go check this place out!" Dennis shouted, throwing the now empty bottle off his hands.
Full of almost drunken courage he walked straight into the town, with Oscar and Mike entering as well, leaving only the bottle and car behind. Might as well kill some time while waiting for the mist to clear, take a few rolls around the town, that's what they thought. Few steps, and both the car and beerbottle disappeared into the mist where they had left them.
Dennis was shouting loudly, "Is anybody here?" but there was no answer. The whole town.. it had an eerie feel to it, and the fact that there was no one around, no one answering, and to top that, the mist, it just made it even more eerie.
A few minutes of shouting and walking, they were fairly sure no one was around. Sleeping perhaps? Mike started to talk how it could be that the mist around them was actually some chemical, and everyone was inside, afraid to come out, or maybe everyone was already dead. Both Oscar and Mike quickly laughed away his theory, one reason being that it sounded like a plot for some B-rate horror movie, and second reason being that they did not want to think about walking around in some poison cloud, inhaling more and more of it's content with every inhale.
Then, at long last, there was noise. Not from them, but rather a door opening of a nearby house. It creaked out loud, like it had been shut for a long time. Considering how there had been nothing from the town's residents to that point, they felt curious, even when there was something in the back of their minds which was telling them not to go there. Then again, youth was the time when it was okay to do stupid things, and this was one of them.
Step after step, they walked to the house which seemed to be at least twenty years old, paint chipping off from it's surface.
"Finally, there's someone besides us!" Dennis shouted, pointing into the house as he stepped onto the porch and then into the house.
There was a small girl, dressed in pajamas like she just had woken up, long brown hair almost touching the mattress she sat on, her head nodding down as she slowly combed what little was left of the doll's hair, Barbie or something, which she held on her right hand. Slowly, silently, she combed the dolls hair.
Before any of them could ask things like "What's up with this town?", "Where are your parents?" or in Mike's case, "Where is your bathroom, I really gotta go.", the girl suddenly spoke. "We've been waiting." she said without raising her head to look at the visitors who had entered her home, their home. "We've been waiting for a long time now." she said again. "For someone to call us, to come to us."
A mind is a strange thing. Each one unique, no other exactly like it, no matter how hard you would search. Now, each of those minds is tapped onto the fabric of reality in an exactly unique way, each their own. From the fabric, something had been born, which stayed far away from the general view of reality. Through those minds which were tapped into reality, it had created it's foundations around them, embedding a small piece of itself inside every living being, deep within their minds, just like how a spider spun it's web.
"Don't make us wait any longer." the little girl said, after she had raised her head to look at the three visitors, which simply shocked Dennis and Mike, driving them out of the door and into the street. But Oscar, he saw nothing unusual. Just a normal little girl, talking something which did not make much sense.
Oscar was the luckiest one of the group. What Mike and Dennis had seen, was the horribly decaying state of the girls face, and her empty eyesockets, with deep scars which were crusted with dried red blood, result of something, or maybe herself, clawing her eyes out.
Both Dennis and Mike were shouting for Oscar to get out of the house, they were going to get out of the town as quickly as possible. The town had seemed wrong in the first place, and with what they had seen, they knew that they had to leave, before something would happen. It was straight from some horror story. Oscar stepped out of the house, puzzled by his friends behaviour. "What?" was all that he managed to ask before things took a sharp spiral downwards.
The front of the house was shattered as what was best described as a mass of darkness blasted out from it. All that Oscar realized, was some invisible force suddenly hitting him from behind and flinging him aside and into the street, neither Dennis could see what had happened. Mike was the only one who was able to see it. The dark mass smashed into a house in front of it's fury, it's origin, and seemingly stopped. It began to fume, black pieces falling out of it, which rolled on the ground, or some, flew in the air. As Mike stared at the black mass, after seeing Oscar stand up and start to run towards them, for just a moment, he thought to have seen the girls face in the mass. But this time, the scarred calmness on her face had turned into a silent scream, which melded into the black mass.
That's when Dennis began to hear something. Whispers, which were coming from the blobs that the mass was spitting out. For Mike , it was like he was seeing a movie without any sound on. When the house had shattered, that had been all the noise he had heard, but the black mass and what was spawning from it.. they were silent.
Poor Oscar had no idea what was going on, he could neither hear, or see what was happening.
This was how they saw this offspring of reality. If each of the parts of this place could be given a form, it was only obvious that sooner or later, there would be parts which would fit together. And those combined parts formed a key which opened the unseen gates into this hidden background of their world, in this case, the pieces in the minds of the three young men.
Thinking about what exactly was going on was far from their minds however, they just ran away, frightened like any rational person, the effects of the beer had just vanished from their minds. The car. Yes, the car! They had to get to it and drive as far away as possible!
The voices that Dennis heard were beginning to rise in volume and numbers. Mike looked behind him quickly while running, and he saw that the blobs that had appeared from the mass had taken form. They looked like ghosts, you know, the one's in childrens programs with sheets on top of their feetless bodies? Except these ones did not have a cheerful feel to them. They were just as dark as the matter which had created them, two dark eyes looking straight at them.
The three ran, with the dark forms slowly following them through the empty town of mist. They ran.. ran.. and ran. But there was no stop to the houses which they ran past. It was like they were not actually running forward, but in loops, time after another while the dark forms still closed on, unhindered by whatever was keeping them from escaping.
If they couldn't go through, then they should try from the sides. That was what they thought, and they immediately took a right, running between houses and yards, past sandboxes filled with trash and broken slings with rusty chains. Trees, some still green, and other's which looked like they had been dead for years.
It was the same in this direction as well, they were not getting anywhere no matter how many houses they got past. Mike could not see their pursuers, but from what Dennis heard, they were still after them.
They still ran, finally all they could think of was to find shelter, and where else could you do that except the houses this place was full of.
Dennis and Mike did not notice that they had gotten separated from Oscar, who had went his own way, perhaps thinking that if they would scatter it would confuse their pursuers, or maybe something had happened to him? After all, he could not see or hear the things after them. For all they knew, every shadow was alive, and Oscar had suddenly disappeared into one as they ran.
The house Mike and Dennis ran into, was a two-floor one, really old one. The door was already open, swinging silently. They entered the house quickly and the first thing both of them saw after taking a look around, was the dining room in the left. A man and a woman, still in their morning clothing which seemed immortal to the passing of time in this place, were sitting on a table, having a nice breakfast, which had long vanished from the plates and glasses. They could still be alive, if not for their mummified faces, and how they had melted together with their chairs and the table, like a gruesome display of art.
Dennis shouted for Mike to follow him as they ran up the stairs, past a young boy who had melted together with the stairs, screams for help still could be seen from the years old face he had, his right arm lifted in the air, like asking for someone to lift him up. No one had done that, and they were no exception, as the two ran up the stairs, Mike accidentally snapping the boy's hand like a dry twig as he stepped on it, the hands remainders bounced down the stairs as they went upwards.
There was only one door unlocked upstairs, which they took refuge in, despite the dusty smell, accompanied with mildew.
And there they were, on some place they did not have a idea of it's location, the cheerful effects of alcohol long vanished from their minds.
"I think.. we should go look for Oscar. ..in the morning. Those things got to be scared of sunlight, right?" Mike said with a hint of hope in his voice. Dennis muttered something, taking a match into his grip.
"Night sure falls quick.." Mike said as he looked out of the window, it was now pitchblack. Dennis had already flicked open the flashlight, and tossed it to Mike as he began scratching the match on the matchbox to lit it, and his cigarrette.
Then both of them heard noises. Someone was running up the stairs. ..no, not someone. A lot of someone's. Both of them stopped moving and talking, even breathing, as the pounding on the door began, like hundreds of tiny fists hitting the wooden surface, which slowly began to give in.
Then Mike thought of something which froze him to the core of his being. It wasn't night. As he looked out of the window, he could feel even without not seeing the countless eyes watching right at him and Dennis. Fear quickly taking control, he looked at Dennis, who's cigarrette fell down to the ground from his lips, the match still unlit. "Oh no..." was all that Dennis could say, listening to the never-ending rain of fists right outside the door.
Oh no...
