Deviation Actions
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It was a sunny day. A gracefully, beautiful sunny day. Outside the sky was as blue as it could ever be, the grass a most luscious shade of green, so picture perfect it deserved to be hung in a gallery if it were a painting.
She woke with a start, eyes snapped open, and hurriedly got out of bed to prepare for the day. For the sooner she got up, the more awake she became, of course. She scurried over to her dresser and picked out the most appropriate clothing for the day outside. A thin, white sweater, light blue t-shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans and white socks. Moments later she was dressed and ready.
Walking over and looking out through the window, she smiled. Houses lined down the perfect street. It was certainly a perfect street. No litter, the houses were all either white, tan, or a lighter shade of any colour of the rainbow, and the lawns were all perfect, along with each frontal flower garden. A fair amount of the houses had wrought iron gates that added extravagantly to the beauty of the street, making it feel slightly old and antique. Everything... everything was perfect in this new town.
She had just moved into the house a week before, and the majority of her belongings were already put away in their necessary places. All but one box that she still had in her room, sitting at the foot of the bed, awaiting its place in the closet beside the dresser. She looked to it, the closet, and hesitated. There was something about it that made her feel... uncomfortable... and she wasn't certain as to why it did. So, instead of putting away the box, she left the house for her daily routine, leaving the closet to itself.
She came back later that day, near around six o'clock at night, and poured herself a drink of water. She then made her way to her bedroom, laid on the bed, threw off her shoes, and fell asleep without changing into her night clothes.
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2:43 a.m.
A scratching sound...
Her eyes opened. It was dark, and the only light that was around came from her clock stating the time.
It's so dark... where am I? Another, barely audible, scratching sound. What is that? Silence. New house. I am in my bedroom. Curtains are closed. It's a full moon, though. That's why it's so dark. Curtains. A scratching sound, slightly louder. Mice? Old house. She sighed. “Mice,” she whispered aloud. Something that felt like a hand clamped over her mouth. “Quiet or you'll wake the demons,'' it said gravely. She screamed inside her mind.
Her eyes got wide, and her hand automatically slapped at the air in front of her.
Just as soon as it was there, the feeling of the hand was gone. Her hand hit nothing. She was alone. Am I still half asleep? Was that just a dream? No, that was real, that had to be real. But nothing was on the bed, I am the only one here.... It's so dark. Her heart was pounding.
She laid there for, what felt like to her, hours, but was barely half an hour itself before she fell asleep again. Her night's dreams rolling in the darkness of her mind thereafter.
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Morning.
She woke to the darkness around her, but lighter than it had been that night, since rays from the sun outside peaked through slits on the sides of the curtain. She felt cold in her warm room. She felt empty... distant. Her dreams had kept her mind awake as her body slept. She felt emotionally and physically drained.
She didn't get up right away this morning. She waited. It was nearly half an hour after her eyes had first opened that morning that she had finally begun to sit up and try to get ready for the day.
She made her way slowly to the dresser. Opened it up, and unthoughtfully threw clothes around, selecting the darker set of her clothes without realizing it. She then went over to her bed, sat on the edge, and got dressed. Soon after, she made her way out the door for her daily routine.
7:47 p.m.
She got home, made her way to the bedroom, slumped onto the bed, and fell asleep.
2:37 a.m.
A scratching sound.
She didn't wake.
More scratching, slightly louder.
She turned over in her sleep.
A breath went down her neck.
She moved a little, still not waking.
“Wake up...”
Her eye lids crinkled slightly, her eyes themselves stopped moving from her dreaming.
“He's...coming... TO GET YOU”
Her eyelids flashed open, entirely startled... terrified more so. “Who's there?” she said, panicked.
“DON'T SPEAK!” said a loud whispery voice. She screamed.
“DON'T!--”
Someone-- or something-- grasped onto her ankles tightly. The room immediately felt darker, felt freezing cold, felt damp. But the hands on her ankles were searing with heat. The hands tightened into an even greater grip, and began to quickly pull her off the bed. She tried to hang onto the bed post, but the pull was too strong, she was still drowsy, she couldn't hang on. It pulled her down onto the floor, and she hit her head on the wooden floor. She felt more dizzy. She felt herself being pulled. She heard a door creak, and she was pulled even further, into something that looked even darker than the room was before. Oh god... what's happening... where am I... what's happening.... It's so dark.
SLAM....
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I finally got around to finishing the drawing. I procrastinate so badly, lol.
Thank you Consquare for the subject of the story!
Topic: Closet.
