Well...okay, it's really kind of a long story. See, my friends and I were all a bunch of nerds, and we all liked different kinds of games and stuff, right? Well, a bunch of us liked horror stuff, and one of my friends heard about a local haunted house. We thought it'd be okay to just drive over and take a few pictures, check it out for ourselves and laugh a little because seriously, most of that stuff is just hoaxes or urban legends, so we didn't see any harm in it.
Well, usually anyway. I picked up a weird smell and started to follow it once we were actually in the house. The whole house felt a little off to me so I didn't really think much of it until my hackles stood on end while I was going down the basement stairs. They think I tripped and knocked my head on one of the low beams and fell all the way down. I don't remember any of it because when I woke up, I was in this spooky little town that was practically either ripped straight out of Stephen King's The Mist or a Japanese horror movie. Probably a bit of both. I had no sense of time while I was there, I mean, days passed and stuff but everything turned into one huge blur after a while. The whole town was haunted, all the locals were dead, and any attempt out of the town itself was completely futile. Kinda the same way it is here. Just when you think you're out you find yourself running right back in where you started from.
I...I think I actually died a couple times while I was there. Usually because a ghost got me or one of the local eldritch abominations caught me before I could escape. I just remember either being scared out of my mind or in unbearable amounts of pain, then I'd black out and wake up later somewhere completely different and my watch would be a couple days ahead. There was one time I woke up in a pool of my own blood, which scared me half to death and I really don't remember much about that, but I guess I managed to find some gauze or something since I didn't lose it completely.
Anyway, one day I came to back in the dingy basement with my friends standing over me shaking me awake. My head was throbbing like I'd knocked it on something, and I had a huge welt on my forehead. Apparently I'd only been unconscious for a few moments, and my watch was set to the right time. Everyone was looking at me funny though, and I was freaking out because I couldn't tell where I was and thought I was still in the town. They all thought I was crazy, but suddenly half my hair was white and I was thirty pounds lighter and my clothes were trashed. No one knew what to think, but we all figured we'd better leave that house right away. We were on our way back to the car when we found my notebook out in front of the house.
I'd been using it to stay sane in the ghost town, sort of like a diary. I wrote notes about how many days I'd thought had passed, which ghosts I'd run into, what was safe, what places weren't. All my notes, they filled the whole notebook and a couple pieces of loose paper I'd stuffed in as well. My notebook was a wreck, about as much as I was. I grabbed it and we high-tailed it out of there as fast as the car could drive. None of us really wanted to talk about it. My heath's been weird ever since, but there's nothing I can really do about it, you know? This isn't the kind of stuff you can tell a psychologist or a doctor.
Anyway, I moved in with a friend a little while back. She's in the special forces, does stuff that you can't really talk about or they have to shoot you kind of thing, right? Anyway, I was at home by myself when two guys break down the front door. I freaked out, started shouting. There was a fight, but they figured I was too much of a bother so they shot me. Three shots, but I was moving too much so they didn't kill me right away. One of them hit me in the throat, and I could've sworn I was going to die there for real, right in the front hall.
I think the neighbors heard the noise and called it in for once. I spent weeks in the hospital, and I'd just been released and was on my first day home when I woke up here.
[She droops with a sigh, scuffing her feet.]
I don't even know why I said all that, it sounds really stupid, I'm sorry.
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Well, usually anyway. I picked up a weird smell and started to follow it once we were actually in the house. The whole house felt a little off to me so I didn't really think much of it until my hackles stood on end while I was going down the basement stairs. They think I tripped and knocked my head on one of the low beams and fell all the way down. I don't remember any of it because when I woke up, I was in this spooky little town that was practically either ripped straight out of Stephen King's The Mist or a Japanese horror movie. Probably a bit of both. I had no sense of time while I was there, I mean, days passed and stuff but everything turned into one huge blur after a while. The whole town was haunted, all the locals were dead, and any attempt out of the town itself was completely futile. Kinda the same way it is here. Just when you think you're out you find yourself running right back in where you started from.
I...I think I actually died a couple times while I was there. Usually because a ghost got me or one of the local eldritch abominations caught me before I could escape. I just remember either being scared out of my mind or in unbearable amounts of pain, then I'd black out and wake up later somewhere completely different and my watch would be a couple days ahead. There was one time I woke up in a pool of my own blood, which scared me half to death and I really don't remember much about that, but I guess I managed to find some gauze or something since I didn't lose it completely.
Anyway, one day I came to back in the dingy basement with my friends standing over me shaking me awake. My head was throbbing like I'd knocked it on something, and I had a huge welt on my forehead. Apparently I'd only been unconscious for a few moments, and my watch was set to the right time. Everyone was looking at me funny though, and I was freaking out because I couldn't tell where I was and thought I was still in the town. They all thought I was crazy, but suddenly half my hair was white and I was thirty pounds lighter and my clothes were trashed. No one knew what to think, but we all figured we'd better leave that house right away. We were on our way back to the car when we found my notebook out in front of the house.
I'd been using it to stay sane in the ghost town, sort of like a diary. I wrote notes about how many days I'd thought had passed, which ghosts I'd run into, what was safe, what places weren't. All my notes, they filled the whole notebook and a couple pieces of loose paper I'd stuffed in as well. My notebook was a wreck, about as much as I was. I grabbed it and we high-tailed it out of there as fast as the car could drive. None of us really wanted to talk about it. My heath's been weird ever since, but there's nothing I can really do about it, you know? This isn't the kind of stuff you can tell a psychologist or a doctor.
Anyway, I moved in with a friend a little while back. She's in the special forces, does stuff that you can't really talk about or they have to shoot you kind of thing, right? Anyway, I was at home by myself when two guys break down the front door. I freaked out, started shouting. There was a fight, but they figured I was too much of a bother so they shot me. Three shots, but I was moving too much so they didn't kill me right away. One of them hit me in the throat, and I could've sworn I was going to die there for real, right in the front hall.
I think the neighbors heard the noise and called it in for once. I spent weeks in the hospital, and I'd just been released and was on my first day home when I woke up here.
[She droops with a sigh, scuffing her feet.]
I don't even know why I said all that, it sounds really stupid, I'm sorry.