It was a romantic night with my girlfriend. We spent our weekend together, alone, on the beach. We walked across the sand, played in the water, and returned to our tent to spend the night. We were both happy, looking at each other passionately and talking about each other’s lives.
Later on that night, I saw a shadow of a figure passing outside of my tent. We were both drinking earlier that night, so I assumed my mind was playing tricks on me and decided to ignore it. Every 5 minutes, for the next 20 minutes, I saw the figure pass by. I couldn’t verify with my girlfriend what she saw; the liquor put her to sleep. I decided to check it out. I looked outside of my tent door and walked around the tent, but I didn’t notice any footprints other than mine. I walked out to the shore and looked out to the waters, then looked to my left and right. I didn’t see anyone but myself.
I turned around and walked to the tent when I noticed a figure hacking away vigorously at some other figure on the floor. I thought my girlfriend was beating up a pillow, so I was a bit worried and ran to the tent. When I opened the tent door, I saw a shadowed figure stabbing the chest of my girlfriend. Blood was everywhere. I was too terrified to speak, let alone move. The figure looked up at me and then vanished into the shadows behind him.
Without even looking any longer at my deceased girlfriend, I turned around and ran out to the waters of the beach. I looked into the reflection of the water wondering just what the hell was going on. I looked at my reflection… and immediately noticed… the figure I saw was me. I stood up and turned around. the figure reappeared before me, armed with a dagger, blood stained hands. I looked at my own hands and saw blood. I never did touch my girlfriend, yet it all seemed so familiar to me.
A tear ran down my cheek. A tear ran down his. I took the knife from the hands of my copycat killer and stabbed him in the throat. And we both began to fade into the darkness, seeing only black darkness and the color of our own blood.
I didn’t know I wrote like this, I guess I write better when I’m distressed XD
Wowza, That’s, so, sad, =(
Whoa, nice story. Way better than mine, o.0 but no one has really commented on mine so,
wow you write better than i might ever write
Tell me if u like it T-T
Lol I thought that was real!
Omg, One chapter? or is it continued, becuase if it IS only this blog, it’s actually enough to make the story, it’s so sad!
Good Job in making it so simple and brief yet it’s enough for the readers to picture everything XD
– VanillaPocki –
ty ty, it isn’t exactly meant to be a chapter to a story. It was just what I felt like writing. When I begin to write, that’s the stuff that comes out. It’s not always sad or violent, but I usually create something that plays more on emotion. Not to give you what you want, just to give you exactly what you need, lol.
*sob* everyone write better than me
Wow,
*Starts to cry*
Thats so sad T_T
I also thought it was real at first.