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Ch 1~The Day She SnappedI was dreaming, or what felt like a dream. Maybe it was more like a nightmare wrapped in the allusion of a dream. I was curled into a fetal position swallowed by darkness and the only noise that played was the soft lullaby tune. When the words slowly spun around me like a spider’s web I slowly opened my eyes. I was floating above my bed and was looking down at my body.
A gasp left my lips as my eyes, my body’s eyes, blinked open and a devious smile crept onto my, er her lips.
“Finally,” the word that left her lips were raspy. My eyes were a darker shade of green, and for some reason my hair had darkened almost to a black. She sat up and glanced my way. “Amelia, let’s play a game. I’m Pandora and I’ll be playing the part of Amelia.” She tilted my head to the side. Her voice was silky now that she’d spoken a bit more.
“The voice,” My words felt hollow on my lips. My voice didn’t seem to leave my lips, just soun
New Proxy: ReaderXCP beginningYour body shook as you realized everything that had been going on around, it wasn't a dream or a nightmare. It was your new reality as you stood in a room filled with strangers of all shapes and sizes. Well, not quite strangers, you knew of them...They belonged to a site dedicated to horror stories, and stories that were suppose to be fake...but just as clearly as day there they stood, or sat lazily. The creepypasta characters. They were splayed out through this room and the rest of the house.
But let's take a few steps back, back to the events that had started this whole domino effect. A few days back you had been simply playing at your laptop goofing off when in reality you should have been doing more serious work such as homework. But you're a teenager, so those things were easy enough to push aside, just copy off a friend or rush to finish in the morning before class. You've loved horror stories since you were a bit younger and now you're obsessed with them. You overheard a couple
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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