Post by Vespertine on Oct 6, 2022 23:08:08 GMT -5
::I'm testing something out. Would like your opinion::
You wake up and find yourself in a house. Daytime but not daylight. Something like fog. It's a nice looking house but you try and get up to scout out your surroundings but your stuck. You can't seem to get up. How did you get here? Who brought you here? You look down at why you can't get up and find yourself shackled/strapped to the wooden chair. You call out to see if anyone is there but no answer comes back to you. You can move the chair because it's seems to be nailed to the floor. There is a thump somewhere and you look out the living room window. Thin curtains cover the windows so all you can see are shapes and silouhettes. You see a shadow of a person as it slowly rises up the window as if coming up steps. You call out. It stops and says nothing. It goes past the window and disappears...
A thump of a footstep is heard on the opposite side and you turn your head to look and call out as the shape of... someone through the white laced curtains rises up turns towards you as if it hears your voice and then goes past the window. Footfalls stop.
A radio, something that looks like it was made in the 60s with huge knobs and dials and an antenna, turns on. Static... nothing. Then something turns, as if someone is changing the station and you hear circus organ music. The station changes again and we hear bluegrass music, something polka-y, something you would hear if you lived in the Appalacian Mountains of West Virginia. Over this, you can hear the voice of a woman.
"Your time is near. I'm coming for you."
The radio goes back to static.
Two figures, one in each window stops and doesn't move. As if they were staring through the curtains at you.
You shout for help. No answer. No movement.
The figures on either side door come back into view and turn to face into the house, footfalls ensue then stop. They too don't answer. You rattle your straps trying to break free. But they are tight and they aren't budging. From somewhere the sound of whispers emanate from the darkness in the dark recesses of the room that aren't lit.
"Coming for you."
"You're time is near."
"Dying is a day worth living for."
"Your life is mine."
As you look around, you see the figures at the doors are gone. The radio goes to static and then to circus music. Eerie creepy circus music. A young child laughs. A single figure appears and rises at the front door. You look straight ahead at it.
(The person in the chair, watches in horror as the figure at the front door is joined by 1 more, then 2 more. As we watch, two hands appear in the darkness behind the person. They are covered in a white lace but the color of the skin is off. Human, but not tan. Mottled with warts and a sickly looking color. From behind the head comes another head, a female head, long, stringy black hair covers what looks to be rotted teeth and blood shot eyes. She smiles and in her mouth are fangs. She takes a hand and strokes the head of the person in the chair.)
You can't turn around, yet you feel a prescence. Something ominious is behind you but since you're strapped down, you can't turn to look. But you can call out. And you ask who is it? Who is there? Can you help me?
(The woman continues to stroke the hair of the person in the chair, then goes to the ear and slowly sensually licks it long and soft up and down.)
Your ear feels wet. Something is going on there. The prescence is there but you can't seem to see anything. You look over at where you think it is. Nothing.
(The women licking the ear, lets the person look at her in the chair, her eyes are two inches from the persons and yet the person in the chair doesn't see her. She goes back behind the head. Then takes the person's head and turns it forward. She leans closer.)
"I'm coming for you...."
(You hear the words, I'm coming for you and your head being forced to turn. In the shadow from the light from the door, the light and shadows show you lay your head back to scream and whatever it is behind you turns, turns into mist and goes into your mouth.)
He he he, the radio goes from static to circus music to the song "Diamond Eyes" by Shinedown to "Apex Predator" by Otep to whatever 50's song was currently on when the Victim woke up.
You wake up and find yourself in a house. Daytime but not daylight. Something like fog. It's a nice looking house but you try and get up to scout out your surroundings but your stuck. You can't seem to get up. How did you get here? Who brought you here? You look down at why you can't get up and find yourself shackled/strapped to the wooden chair. You call out to see if anyone is there but no answer comes back to you. You can move the chair because it's seems to be nailed to the floor. There is a thump somewhere and you look out the living room window. Thin curtains cover the windows so all you can see are shapes and silouhettes. You see a shadow of a person as it slowly rises up the window as if coming up steps. You call out. It stops and says nothing. It goes past the window and disappears...
A thump of a footstep is heard on the opposite side and you turn your head to look and call out as the shape of... someone through the white laced curtains rises up turns towards you as if it hears your voice and then goes past the window. Footfalls stop.
A radio, something that looks like it was made in the 60s with huge knobs and dials and an antenna, turns on. Static... nothing. Then something turns, as if someone is changing the station and you hear circus organ music. The station changes again and we hear bluegrass music, something polka-y, something you would hear if you lived in the Appalacian Mountains of West Virginia. Over this, you can hear the voice of a woman.
"Your time is near. I'm coming for you."
The radio goes back to static.
Two figures, one in each window stops and doesn't move. As if they were staring through the curtains at you.
You shout for help. No answer. No movement.
The figures on either side door come back into view and turn to face into the house, footfalls ensue then stop. They too don't answer. You rattle your straps trying to break free. But they are tight and they aren't budging. From somewhere the sound of whispers emanate from the darkness in the dark recesses of the room that aren't lit.
"Coming for you."
"You're time is near."
"Dying is a day worth living for."
"Your life is mine."
As you look around, you see the figures at the doors are gone. The radio goes to static and then to circus music. Eerie creepy circus music. A young child laughs. A single figure appears and rises at the front door. You look straight ahead at it.
(The person in the chair, watches in horror as the figure at the front door is joined by 1 more, then 2 more. As we watch, two hands appear in the darkness behind the person. They are covered in a white lace but the color of the skin is off. Human, but not tan. Mottled with warts and a sickly looking color. From behind the head comes another head, a female head, long, stringy black hair covers what looks to be rotted teeth and blood shot eyes. She smiles and in her mouth are fangs. She takes a hand and strokes the head of the person in the chair.)
You can't turn around, yet you feel a prescence. Something ominious is behind you but since you're strapped down, you can't turn to look. But you can call out. And you ask who is it? Who is there? Can you help me?
(The woman continues to stroke the hair of the person in the chair, then goes to the ear and slowly sensually licks it long and soft up and down.)
Your ear feels wet. Something is going on there. The prescence is there but you can't seem to see anything. You look over at where you think it is. Nothing.
(The women licking the ear, lets the person look at her in the chair, her eyes are two inches from the persons and yet the person in the chair doesn't see her. She goes back behind the head. Then takes the person's head and turns it forward. She leans closer.)
"I'm coming for you...."
(You hear the words, I'm coming for you and your head being forced to turn. In the shadow from the light from the door, the light and shadows show you lay your head back to scream and whatever it is behind you turns, turns into mist and goes into your mouth.)
He he he, the radio goes from static to circus music to the song "Diamond Eyes" by Shinedown to "Apex Predator" by Otep to whatever 50's song was currently on when the Victim woke up.