Dabble #3
“No! Please, stop!” the man pleaded as he held his head between his arms. “Stop!” his screams and pleas filled the abandoned house he was in.
He stumbled upon rocks but he continued to run. And tried was the right word for he noticed that no matter how much he run, he kept circling back to the living room. It was not letting him leave.
“Plea—please,” his voice trembled as he gave up and sunk on the dilapidated plywood floor. He shut his eyes close as he cried and gripped at his own hair.
“Look at me in the eyes,” a voice that sounded like a hundred people speaking at once demanded. “Look at me,”
“Please, no,” he cried as he violently shook his head. “Please. Please—1. . . No more, please,”
A warm hand touched his cheek but he refused to open his eyes. It caressed him slowly as if a lover. He was shaking in fear and his body refused to move no matter how much it tells it to run. He was frozen in the creature’s claws.
“Won’t you open your eyes for me?” a sweet voice begged.
A voice he knew so well. But—he knew it was not real. She had died a year ago from an illness and it was impossible for her to be there. But—her touch was so familiar that he longed to hold her but he controlled himself and told himself repeatedly it was not her.
“Please, open your eyes,” the sweet voice continued to plead. “I want you to look at me,”
He shook his head violently at her. And he could hear her cry. The hand that was touching him was shaking. “But—I missed you so much. Just look at me and it will be alright,”
Unable to finally stop himself, he made the grave mistake of opening his eyes. For his nightmares had become uncontrollably worsts as he stared at a pair of lifeless, endless black pools. And his screams, his pleas, and his cries filled the abandoned house.
And as the old clock chimed 12, he screamed for the last time.
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