Once I had arrived home, I sat and thought, and knew that something incredibly peculiar was going on, something linking to me, and my past. This isn't the world I once lived in, or at least it didn't seem like it.
I heard something rattling. It was a door. After I got up I looked and saw that it was my closet door. I quickly opened it and saw stains of crimson on the walls, scratches, scuffs, drawings. It was a small dark room, and it seemed to be shaking, somehow, even though the rest of the house that surrounded it stood still. Then there was a faint crying, harmonized along with the sound of loud thuds.
This seemed so familiar to me, yet I had no idea why, I didn't want to have any idea why. The incessant sounds grew ever louder, soon becoming an orchestra of crying, scratching, banging, a crescendo of pain and suffering that would never seem to stop.
Cold drops began dripping down my cheeks, I was crying again, but I didn't know why. The crescendo continued to a unbearable climax of ear bursting sound, and then, it halted.
I remembered this closet, I didn't want to, but I now remembered. I, I pushed my memories of this closet far and deep into the back of my mind, but now I could remember.
The noises then returned, but they were different, they were far softer noises, peaceful. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry." It whispered. I looked up and saw that the closet was now normal, clean of the terrors that it only moments ago withheld.
My mother would lock me in this room and would leave me in there for hours on end as punishment. But why was there blood? I didn't remember, and cared not to, because I was certain I would hate the answer.
I think, I think I was going insane. Being alone for so long, it was slowly making making me go crazy, and hastening up the process as the days went on. But it all seemed so real, too real, too familiar. Then I realized something, something that I honestly can't believe I didn't think about heavily before, why exactly was everyone even gone in the first place? What had happened? Why was I the only one left? Was this some insane nightmare? A far too surreal fever dream?
I pinched myself and felt the pain. I didn't feel this was enough evidence, I needed real proof. I went for a knife in the kitchen. Once I grabbed it a wild shock coursed through my veins, through my entire body. I threw the knife to the ground, and I swear I saw someone's face in the reflection on the knife before it clanked on the wood floor.
I didn't care anymore. If this was a dream I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be waking up. I once again, returned to my BS5 and continued on. I no longer wanted to know what was going on, I was no longer curious, I no longer wanted to ever leave my game room. so I stayed in there, in the room where nothing ever changed, where my games were, where my happiness, my safety resided.
However, food was still necessary along with having to go to the bathroom, and so on these trips back and fourth through my house I was always fearful that something bad would happen, but nothing ever did, nothing changed, and so I kept the same schedule, I was at peace.
Eventually I was forced to go grab more food from a store. This time I went to a far closer one. Once I entered, a putrid smell overcame me. Immense swarms of flies were about, circling around the rotten produce forming what looked like a hurricane of black splotches. I quickly ran in and grabbed canned foods and such as those I had grabbed before on previous trips.
I strode to the checkout counter as if there was any reason for me to be there. I saw a tall figure standing there. For whatever reason, I placed the food on the conveyor belt. The creature rung me up, grabbing each item with its long slender fingers and scanning them. It put its long arm forward with its hand opened demanding payment. I had no money to give it so I quickly grabbed the food and ran.
Its arm extended and formed into the shape of a scythe and slashed my leg. I continued running, crying once more, but this time from physical pain. The beast was growing evermore massive like the void I had seen previously, except this time it took a more human form, and looked far more sinister.
I got in my car and drove off as the beast stood there in the lot, staring at me, staring. Once I arrived home the door of the closet was shaking again, but no part of me cared. I ran to the game room and sat down and soon realized that the gash in my leg was rather wide, and ever red.
I went into the bathroom and wrapped it in toilet paper as a temporary solution. I could still hear the closet shaking, making faint sounds. I then realized it, there was a time when my mother couldn't afford the groceries, and so she ran off with them; she stole them.
For whatever reason, she punished me because of the guilt she felt. She put me in the closet. I was 8, and so I was kept in there for 8 hours. So there I would sit. I would not sleep, for if I did she would crack open the door and hit me till I was awake, only to close the door shut again. I would sit there, even if my father was home, for he didn't care either. He didn't care, no one cared except for, for...
