Anyway, here is the last part of the story that I made. I actually know where this is going, but I don't have the time to do it. I am focusing on another story that I'm writing. I want to finish that first. So I don't think I can continue this story. But if you want my idea, I can tell you. Or if you just want to continue this story with your own perspective and idea, then be my guest. Italicized font is where the story starts.
I run out through the door and into the
streets. The streets are always busy, and yet, strangely, there doesn’t seem to
be anyone around. In fact, I don’t even see stray dogs or cats roaming the
streets. The streets were so full of those annoying creatures before. I run to
one of the houses on the street and try knocking on the door, but no one
answers. I try the others as well but it is all in vain. I run to the local
supermarket, but it’s empty. No one ever comes in or out. I’m starting to feel
like a zombie on an empty planet. Why is there no one around? Is there any
logical explanation to this phenomenon?
Having nothing to evaluate the situation
that I’m in, I resolve to walk aimlessly along the empty streets, looking for
any sign of life. It’s like everyone disappears without me knowing anything. The
first place that I want to check is the graveyard just to see if there is any
mass grave because everyone died at the same time. Along the way, I don’t see a
single soul. I don’t hear any sound except for the sound of my own footsteps. It’s
deafening against the still atmosphere. I check my watch and as expected, it’s
still stuck on 5. It’s unnerving, and I don’t get nervous often.
I reach the graveyard at the edge of the
town and what greets me is a grim, empty place. I predict this already, but I can’t
quite remember if the graveyard is as dark as this. It’s as if there’s an aura
of darkness enshrouding the graveyard. It’s like day outside, but when I step a
foot inside the premise of the cemetery, it’s as dark as night. I’m
contemplating whether I should go further inside or just bail out. My brain
tells me to stop and step outside, but my instinct tells me to go and take a
look inside. Just a little bit. If there is anything strange, I can just run.
Curiosity gets the better of me, so I
gingerly step inside the cemetery. But now I find that it’s not as easy to run
away as I expected. Once I’m completely inside, my whole vision is immediately
consumed by darkness except for the outline of every gravestone. I can barely
see anything, not even the street from whence I came from. It’s like I’m in an
entirely different dimension. Only that this seems so real and it’s happening
to me. Never in a million year that I’ve thought that this is possible. But I guess
that my fate is a weird one and it’s playing with me.
I suddenly hear the sound of bells ringing
in the distance. I decide to approach the source of the sound. Maybe I will
find the answer for this maddening situation that I’m in. A trickle of
sweat runs down my back. I realize that I’d
never been this nervous before. I’m usually someone that you’d call a calm and
level headed guy. I do get nervous sometimes, yes, but I can always work things
out and reason calmly with my mind. But this is entirely different. It’s
extraordinary. I’ve never been in this situation before or even heard of people
in the same situation that I’m in now. It makes me feel hopeless and helpless.
I still hear the tinkling sound of bells,
but it’s getting louder. As I get closer, I see a small wooden hut. It looks
like it can break down at any second. Around it, there are torches burning
dimly, giving an eerie glow. The bell are attached on the ropes enjoining the
torches. Even though there is no wind, the bells seem to be moving on their own
accord.
The wooden staircase creaks noisily as I
step on it. I fear that whoever or whatever is inside the hut will hear the
noise that I made. I hope that anything that’s inside the hut is not hostile
towards intruders like me. I reach the door and open it. Not surprisingly, it’s
dark inside. This is just too surreal. Surely this can only happen in horror
movies. I still can’t accept that this is my reality. I’m deciding whether I should
go inside or not. I peer into the darkness.
“I’ve been waiting for you, young man,” a
voice calls out from inside. I’m startled. The voice sounds human enough to me.
But I’m cautious. Voice can be deceiving. I don’t want to step inside until I’m
certain that I’m out of danger. A small figure walks unsteadily to my line of
vision. I finally can see the figure who called me out before. It’s an old man
with silvery long hair with an equally long beard. His moustache is hanging low
and covering his lips. This old man is bushy. I can’t clearly see his face
through all those extra hair. Even his eyebrows are long and thick. A wooden cane
is supporting his weight. This kind of man looks like he’s straight out from
comic books.
“Who are you?” I ask, squinting my eyes. I don’t
know if I look intimidating enough, though I hope I do. But I can’t deny that I
have sweaty palms and cold sweat trickling on my face.
The old man just eyes me, sizing me up and
down. “This is your reality, embrace it, young man,” he answers vaguely. He taps
his cane on the floor gently. It oddly reminds me of the sound of the bells. Why
does it sound so nostalgic? Almost as if I've heard of this before, but I can’t
place where. Some memories are running through my head, but almost all of them
are indistinct. It’s like a bad tape with blurry visions and static noises.
I gasp, waking up from my slumber with such
intense force that I stand up. All eyes are focused on me. “What’s the matter,
Touma?” the math teacher asks, stopping in her track. She looks at me with a
worried expression on her face. I look around me, lost for words. Was it all
just a dream? It feels so real.
And that's the end of the story. I'd like anyone to adopt this story because I'd hate this story to go to waste. I can always help with the story if anyone is interested, but I'm not always online. I can be reached through Lemmasoft Forum though.
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