The Room
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This is the first chapter in a book I'm writing, I hope you like it.
"The room is pitch black and dark, Billy’s sitting on the floor watching TV, no furniture in sight, just a TV. Stuffing his face with popcorn while watching an action movie. He sees a figure in the corner, standing still, he looks at the corner, but nothing’s there. All of a sudden “BANG!” the picture on the wall of North America crashes down to the ground, and shatters. He gasps, crawls closer to the corner and curls up, frightened to death. He looks around the room, wondering what’s in the room with him. He feels he’s being watching, wondering what that figure was. He’s seeing things, shadows, figures, eyes, watching, wondering, running, whispering. Billy was scared, more than scared, afraid, mortified. He thought this was gonna be the last breath he’d ever breathe, the last day he lived, the last day he ate, the last day he was seen. He closes his eyes, and hides his face in his arms, then he feels something touch him on the shoulder, he held himself tighter, then he looks up, around the room, and slowly turns around. There it was, the thing he saw in the corner, it was tall, skinny, boney, it had long fingers, long nails, hollow holes with blood dripping out, where his eyes were supposed to be. It had no mouth; it didn’t make a noise. Billy stared with fright, until the shadowy figure grabbed him by the head and dragged him towards him. Billy tried to fight back, then the thing whispered to him “You're never alone”, then Billy woke up. He realized it was just a dream, well so he thought. Until he saw it again, that shadow standing in the corner of his room. He sat on his bed shivering. He then looked at his window, it was foggy, dark, but he saw something red. A dark red, he wondered what it was, but he was so afraid to move. He looked at the corner of his room again, and the shadow was gone. He crawled out his bed, the second his foot touched the ground, he was dragged underneath his bed.
News Reports scoured the town, all titled “What happened to Billy Franklin?”, no one knows, he’s been missing for ages. Only 8 years old, and no one knows where he is. But you, you reading this, you know exactly what happened. Are you afraid? The shadows are always around, watching, whispering, craving for more. Just make sure the next person won’t be you!" -
This is the first chapter in a book I'm writing, I hope you like it.
"The room is pitch black and dark, Billy’s sitting on the floor watching TV, no furniture in sight, just a TV. Stuffing his face with popcorn while watching an action movie. He sees a figure in the corner, standing still, he looks at the corner, but nothing’s there. All of a sudden “BANG!” the picture on the wall of North America crashes down to the ground, and shatters. He gasps, crawls closer to the corner and curls up, frightened to death. He looks around the room, wondering what’s in the room with him. He feels he’s being watching, wondering what that figure was. He’s seeing things, shadows, figures, eyes, watching, wondering, running, whispering. Billy was scared, more than scared, afraid, mortified. He thought this was gonna be the last breath he’d ever breathe, the last day he lived, the last day he ate, the last day he was seen. He closes his eyes, and hides his face in his arms, then he feels something touch him on the shoulder, he held himself tighter, then he looks up, around the room, and slowly turns around. There it was, the thing he saw in the corner, it was tall, skinny, boney, it had long fingers, long nails, hollow holes with blood dripping out, where his eyes were supposed to be. It had no mouth; it didn’t make a noise. Billy stared with fright, until the shadowy figure grabbed him by the head and dragged him towards him. Billy tried to fight back, then the thing whispered to him “You're never alone”, then Billy woke up. He realized it was just a dream, well so he thought. Until he saw it again, that shadow standing in the corner of his room. He sat on his bed shivering. He then looked at his window, it was foggy, dark, but he saw something red. A dark red, he wondered what it was, but he was so afraid to move. He looked at the corner of his room again, and the shadow was gone. He crawled out his bed, the second his foot touched the ground, he was dragged underneath his bed.
News Reports scoured the town, all titled “What happened to Billy Franklin?”, no one knows, he’s been missing for ages. Only 8 years old, and no one knows where he is. But you, you reading this, you know exactly what happened. Are you afraid? The shadows are always around, watching, whispering, craving for more. Just make sure the next person won’t be you!" -
This is the first chapter in a book I'm writing, I hope you like it.
"The room is pitch black and dark, Billy’s sitting on the floor watching TV, no furniture in sight, just a TV. Stuffing his face with popcorn while watching an action movie. He sees a figure in the corner, standing still, he looks at the corner, but nothing’s there. All of a sudden “BANG!” the picture on the wall of North America crashes down to the ground, and shatters. He gasps, crawls closer to the corner and curls up, frightened to death. He looks around the room, wondering what’s in the room with him. He feels he’s being watching, wondering what that figure was. He’s seeing things, shadows, figures, eyes, watching, wondering, running, whispering. Billy was scared, more than scared, afraid, mortified. He thought this was gonna be the last breath he’d ever breathe, the last day he lived, the last day he ate, the last day he was seen. He closes his eyes, and hides his face in his arms, then he feels something touch him on the shoulder, he held himself tighter, then he looks up, around the room, and slowly turns around. There it was, the thing he saw in the corner, it was tall, skinny, boney, it had long fingers, long nails, hollow holes with blood dripping out, where his eyes were supposed to be. It had no mouth; it didn’t make a noise. Billy stared with fright, until the shadowy figure grabbed him by the head and dragged him towards him. Billy tried to fight back, then the thing whispered to him “You're never alone”, then Billy woke up. He realized it was just a dream, well so he thought. Until he saw it again, that shadow standing in the corner of his room. He sat on his bed shivering. He then looked at his window, it was foggy, dark, but he saw something red. A dark red, he wondered what it was, but he was so afraid to move. He looked at the corner of his room again, and the shadow was gone. He crawled out his bed, the second his foot touched the ground, he was dragged underneath his bed.
News Reports scoured the town, all titled “What happened to Billy Franklin?”, no one knows, he’s been missing for ages. Only 8 years old, and no one knows where he is. But you, you reading this, you know exactly what happened. Are you afraid? The shadows are always around, watching, whispering, craving for more. Just make sure the next person won’t be you!"Sorry about the typos btw, I was rushing to finish writing it.
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Sorry about the typos btw, I was rushing to finish writing it.
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