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This is my entry for GoldenGlider's oc contest!
I got creepy vibes from the aesthetic board I chose, so a quick heads up to anyone who's very easily disturbed, you might not want to look at the art or read the story. It's nothing too bad though, just some ink. ;)
Last warning for the story. Make good choices kids.
Have you heard voices in the darkness?
I closed the door to my apartment and sat down in front of my old tv. It barely worked anymore, but I didn’t have the money to get a new one. My tiny living room was lit only by the flickering screen and the street light outside. I grabbed my controller and settled in for a night full of video games and snacks.
Something scraped my window. I didn’t really pay attention. There was a tree outside that hit my window every time it got windy. Besides, I’m an adult. I don’t get spooked that easily. The scraping continued. It sounded like the branches might be damaging the glass. I decided to see if I could snap some of the branches off so I wouldn’t have to replace my window.
Something was smeared on the glass. I opened the window and examined it. There was something black and sticky on it. ‘That’s weird,’ I thought. ‘I wonder if one of my neighbors spilled something.’ I grabbed some soapy paper towels and cleaned up the mess. I couldn’t see any damage to the window, so I went back inside and let the tree keep its branches.
I sat down and started up Mario Kart. Everything was going fine until right after my second race, when something crashed outside, followed by what sounded like either a child wailing or a catfight. My mind immediately jumped to the raccoon problem our street had been having lately. I didn’t really want to deal with it, but I figured it was better to go out now than clean up who knows what in the morning.
All the trash cans were lined up, perfectly undisturbed. My mailbox, however, was far from okay. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, which, come to think of it, they probably had. It was also leaking a black liquid from inside. There was no way I was going to check it out in the middle of the night. I went to call 911 before realizing I’d left my phone upstairs on the couch. I was turning around to go back and get it when saw that the door was open. I could’ve sworn I’d closed it.
‘Oh well,’ I thought, ‘I guess I forgot in the excitement.’
At least, that’s what I thought until I noticed this, written on the door in black goop; ‘Have you heard voices in the darkness?’
“What the heck…” I stared at the words. Was this some sort of prank? I looked around to see if anyone was out there, watching me.
Nothing.
I ran up the stairs to my apartment. There was no way anyone could have written it that fast. I’d only turned my back for a second, plus the goop was still wet.
When I opened the door to my apartment, I almost screamed. There was black liquid everywhere, oozing from the couch, dripping from the ceiling, and pooling on the floor. White noise came from the tv and the screen was broken. I kicked the tv and it stopped making noise. It should have been silent then, silent except for my beating heart and heaving breath. It should have been dead quiet at 12:43 on a Tuesday night. It should have been quiet, but it wasn’t someone was whispering. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It was like the ink was talking. The ink whispered to me, and it said things and words that I will never tell another innocent soul on this Earth.
I tried to get out of my apartment, to escape this living nightmare, but the door was locked and when I lunged for the window, thick black ink covered every inch of it. It was pitch black. The voices intensified. They were screaming, shouting at me and telling me of all the glorious sins of the Earth. Then, as one, they fell silent.
A light emerged from the ink. It was a girl, I think, wrapped in fairy lights.
She made a bubbling noise, like her throat was filled with ink. It took me a minute to realize she was talking, repeating the same phrase over and over. “I heard them calling my name. I heard them calling my name. I heard them calling my name.” Black ink oozed from her mouth and dripped onto her clothes.
I tried to scream, really, I did, but it was too late.
“Michael.”
I got creepy vibes from the aesthetic board I chose, so a quick heads up to anyone who's very easily disturbed, you might not want to look at the art or read the story. It's nothing too bad though, just some ink. ;)
Art!
Last warning for the story. Make good choices kids.
Story
Have you heard voices in the darkness?
I closed the door to my apartment and sat down in front of my old tv. It barely worked anymore, but I didn’t have the money to get a new one. My tiny living room was lit only by the flickering screen and the street light outside. I grabbed my controller and settled in for a night full of video games and snacks.
Something scraped my window. I didn’t really pay attention. There was a tree outside that hit my window every time it got windy. Besides, I’m an adult. I don’t get spooked that easily. The scraping continued. It sounded like the branches might be damaging the glass. I decided to see if I could snap some of the branches off so I wouldn’t have to replace my window.
Something was smeared on the glass. I opened the window and examined it. There was something black and sticky on it. ‘That’s weird,’ I thought. ‘I wonder if one of my neighbors spilled something.’ I grabbed some soapy paper towels and cleaned up the mess. I couldn’t see any damage to the window, so I went back inside and let the tree keep its branches.
I sat down and started up Mario Kart. Everything was going fine until right after my second race, when something crashed outside, followed by what sounded like either a child wailing or a catfight. My mind immediately jumped to the raccoon problem our street had been having lately. I didn’t really want to deal with it, but I figured it was better to go out now than clean up who knows what in the morning.
All the trash cans were lined up, perfectly undisturbed. My mailbox, however, was far from okay. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, which, come to think of it, they probably had. It was also leaking a black liquid from inside. There was no way I was going to check it out in the middle of the night. I went to call 911 before realizing I’d left my phone upstairs on the couch. I was turning around to go back and get it when saw that the door was open. I could’ve sworn I’d closed it.
‘Oh well,’ I thought, ‘I guess I forgot in the excitement.’
At least, that’s what I thought until I noticed this, written on the door in black goop; ‘Have you heard voices in the darkness?’
“What the heck…” I stared at the words. Was this some sort of prank? I looked around to see if anyone was out there, watching me.
Nothing.
I ran up the stairs to my apartment. There was no way anyone could have written it that fast. I’d only turned my back for a second, plus the goop was still wet.
When I opened the door to my apartment, I almost screamed. There was black liquid everywhere, oozing from the couch, dripping from the ceiling, and pooling on the floor. White noise came from the tv and the screen was broken. I kicked the tv and it stopped making noise. It should have been silent then, silent except for my beating heart and heaving breath. It should have been dead quiet at 12:43 on a Tuesday night. It should have been quiet, but it wasn’t someone was whispering. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It was like the ink was talking. The ink whispered to me, and it said things and words that I will never tell another innocent soul on this Earth.
I tried to get out of my apartment, to escape this living nightmare, but the door was locked and when I lunged for the window, thick black ink covered every inch of it. It was pitch black. The voices intensified. They were screaming, shouting at me and telling me of all the glorious sins of the Earth. Then, as one, they fell silent.
A light emerged from the ink. It was a girl, I think, wrapped in fairy lights.
She made a bubbling noise, like her throat was filled with ink. It took me a minute to realize she was talking, repeating the same phrase over and over. “I heard them calling my name. I heard them calling my name. I heard them calling my name.” Black ink oozed from her mouth and dripped onto her clothes.
I tried to scream, really, I did, but it was too late.
“Michael.”
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I MADE A BAD DECISION.
I am scared now.
(great story though)
Quick, watch this!
Any thanks! :D
Im good now ;) thx
hint: 'I speak in hands'