Actually last year, for first time in many years I took up writing again and wrote a horror story about a boy that hears unsettling sounds in his walls when he lies in bed at night.
the noises the boy hears is actually of himself crying out for help from behind the bedroom wall.
The wall is a metaphor for the divide between the awaken world and the world of slumber.
Every night as he lays in bed, he awakens on the other side looking into his room. He bangs and screams but no one hears him, then when the night comes he sees himself getting into bed, so he screams and bangs the walls again hoping to get his attention. But he fails and realizes his time is near … as the sleepy boy dozes off into slumber he realizes he is but a dream and memory, oh how he wished he could’ve spent the one day of life doing something marvelous.
Haha! You're too kind. Actually not so profound. Here's what most of it was like:
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Actually last year, for first time in many years I took up writing again and wrote a horror story about a boy that hears unsettling sounds in his walls when he lies in bed at night.
Plot twist,
the noises the boy hears is actually of himself crying out for help from behind the bedroom wall.
The wall is a metaphor for the divide between the awaken world and the world of slumber.
Every night as he lays in bed, he awakens on the other side looking into his room. He bangs and screams but no one hears him, then when the night comes he sees himself getting into bed, so he screams and bangs the walls again hoping to get his attention. But he fails and realizes his time is near … as the sleepy boy dozes off into slumber he realizes he is but a dream and memory, oh how he wished he could’ve spent the one day of life doing something marvelous.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit that's good lol. Well done
Good! Keep it up!
Dude, what kind of parents did you have to know about this diabolical stuff that young.
When/how did you learn about Rockefeller?