Alright, I got the idea to post the story in real time. What I mean is every real day is a day in the story. Of course starting today.
For one, it means that I will at least try to post once a day.
That could also mean, on the other hand, there could be some chapters that simply say: Nothing happened today.
So a real time diary type of thing is what I mean.
May 21, 2008
What was that last night… That pain… That darkness… That hell… Was that… Death? That is the
feeling of death? I don’t want to feel that ever again… Whatever happens in the future… I don’t want to die again.
I got up from the bed.
I have to stop this from happening ever again.
Whatever happens in the future… I don’t want to die again.
I looked around me.
My room looked slightly different from how it should.
Who is that bastard and what is it doing messing with my memories.
"Son, I decided to come give you a visit but your room was very very messy. So I cleaned this room up."
Okay false alarm.
Calm down me.
Maybe it can only do these things to me while I'm asleep.
Well, I have to get going too college....
Like hell I do!!!
I have got to figure this out before I go to sleep at night.
I could pull an all-nighter, but, I should keep that for emergencies(I can only go one day without sleeping, and it feels like hell.)
Back-tracking to a point, I should write this down and put it everywhere.
It may be able to mess with my memories, but if it did so to a large extent, me from tomorrow should also figure out that something's up...
So for now, I'll write all I know on a diary and photocopy it, and paste it everywhere.
Then, I'll post it online...
Wait, if there are others like it...
Whatever, its fine if I put it under fiction.
Now... How do I beat this thing... I'll think while I work.
Dammit! I need somebody to talk to about this.
How about crystal... Wait, who's crystal.
No good.
I don't know what I really know and what are made up memories.
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Dammit!
Alright, lets actually go to college.
I go out of the room and... No mother.
Was it just a hallucination or...?
I feel a chill behind me and throw myself to the floor.
My mother just tried to stab me with a knife.
Wait... Is she sleeping?
So it can control other people, not just me?
Or is there one in every person?
So sleeping people can be controlled?
Is it like the soul?
Wait....
I have no clue!
I don't want to leave the house just to have late wakers try to murder me.
While thinking that, I had tied up my mother to a chair.
No. it is not my mother.
Everyone is my enemy.
If it controls everyone, then I can't trust anyone.
I turn my back on my mother.
I feel another chill.
My mom tried to stab me with a knife for a second time.
I pulled the knife away and...
I killed my own mother.
I have to escape.
I have to get to a place with no people before night falls.
I have to somehow gather information about what it is.
Who, or what am I facing?
For now, how did it escape from the rope.
It was burned.
There are no lighters or matches here.
I search her body just in case.
Nothing.
Nothing whatsoever.
How did she light the fire?
Was it... magic?
No, thats absurd.
For now, the mountains.
My parents had a cabin in the woods.
If I could barricade it...
And so I left the house a wanted man.
For those things, I had knowledge I should not have.
For my own kind, I was a murderer.
Maybe, even an insane murderer.
I cannot see anything can do.
If only someone could help me...
The world is my enemy.
Meanwhile, halfway across the world...
A man was boarding an aeroplane.
Finally, after over 2000 years, another appears, like that man.
The sheer number of times I rejected Nirvana was for this.
Last time, they crucified him before I could reach.
Lack of information and transportation technologies in those days.
Look at the modern day, he rebelled against his soul today, I got to know today, and I can reach him by tomorrow.
I just hope he can survive tonight...
Because night is when souls come out to play.
