My illusion_Monophobia_Not From This World_Suburbia
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My illusion
I could hear someone trying to bwww.onedoor.ccreak the wall from outside. Some idiot must’ve thought that they can possible break this damn building. I have tried it myself for countless times and every try becomes more and more tiring. Cursing out loud I got up from my bed. I opened my eyes to complete darkness and staggering along the way with all the garbage I found the light and switched it on. Scratching my head, I looked around trying to figure out what’s the day today and if I’m lucky, the time. All my life I have been inside these four walls looking down on me. Countless times I have tried to make s...
Monophobia
Being alone makes you incredibly anxious. Especially when it's dark. And there's someone out your office window.This man didn't seem quite right. He didn't move, he didn't speak. He just stood there and stared. He seemed to stare into your very soul.You decide that it's probably time to call a friend by now, so you take your eyes off of the man in the window for a split second to locate your phone. There is a knock.The knock is on your window. The man is smiling now, but he still does not move. Just smiles from a distance at you through your office window.You really don't want to be alone, but...
Not From This World
That night as Amelia lay asleep she dreamed that she saw a demon approaching her, as the entity drew close it whispered something to her. She awoke suddenly, her heart thudding in her chest. She had dreamed the same dream several times before, but had never heard the demon speak... until now.The sudden knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She pulled herself out of bed and went to see who it was. Amelia was met by a rather strange looking man, and was slightly taken aback by his appearance. He was thick-set and dressed in a long hooded coat of a black plaid pattern. His eyebrows stuck ou...
Suburbia
Commuting to work takes roughly three hours, although it feels like the time passes in seconds. The repeating yellow-dashes and silver-sedans as they interweave between lanes, as well as the perpetual highway hum, all layer over each other, creating a trance-like experience, subduing me into a deep unconscious state.This morning there was a crash that halted the unconscious trance. Two vehicles collided, melding their metallic bodies into a single entity. A man and woman, bleeding down their necks, crawled out from the wreckage. Still inside their car there was a teenage boy, motionless, buckl...