Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
I’m outside. I hear the bell ring. I did not press it and I am in front of it. How is that even possible? I open the door. Smoke flows out of the house, I can’t see anything inside. There is too much smoke. Against my better judgement I step inside.
I know only from the sounds that chains are falling all around the house. Are they meant to fall on me? Why am I here? What am I looking for? I must find it.
If I was looking for something, where would I go? The furnace, or maybe the attic. I have to choose one. I feel like time is running out. I have to hurry. The attic.
This rotating staircase, the stairs never seem to end. I can barely see anything. Have I been here before? Do I know this house? Do I know these rooms?
The room to the left. I can access the attic from there. I have to be careful. There is no floor board here. I’m here. What am I looking for?
Oh shit! I’m hit. What the hell is this? Hell, I forgot about the chains.
I’m falling.
I can’t do anything. I can’t hold anything. The weight of the chains… I can barely breathe.
I’m falling.
I’m falling.
I’m falling.
Breathe! It’s just a dream. It’s nothing. Sometimes you fly and sometimes you fall. It’s just a dream.
very unnerving.
err. seems like you got your inspiration from some xbox game. ive only played halo on it, but im sure all games are umm… running through hurdles to reach an end goal or finish a level. and when you fall you lose a life.
haha. you fell. you lose. tada!
actually, i don’t play video games. but i can see how some dreams would be exactly like video games.
the inspiration for this, since you bring it up, was me wanting to write something cliché (on purpose).
(of course it was)
(of course it was)