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"The Black Figure"

Started by AmayaTime8D
(2012-12-12 23:24:11)

AmayaTime8D (2012-12-12 23:24:11)

I made this, so I hope you like it.
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It all started on my dance competition, the story which got me here, injured, sore, drowsy, sick, and painful, in the hospital. I was on stage, dancing like a professional. My hair was done in beautiful curls, I was wearing a short dress. It was tight around my torso, and a skirt type around my waist. The skirt was leather with a net under it. My legs had a net too, with black shorts, and I was wearing leather shoes. By the way, I entered on XFactor. Behind the cameras I saw a thick outline of a demonic black figure. It was waving it's hand, as if to say, "Come.". I stopped dancing and stared at it. 'Boo's were coming from the crowd. The judges kept asking me what was wrong, I kept shaking my head and going back to staring at the figure. The figure soon looked angry, I could tell by it's eyes. Somehow, I could see his eyes because they were turning blood red, and as bright as if they were lights. But at the same time, they were angry and dark. somehow. I knew he meant BUISNESS. As scared as I was confused, I ran off stage and ran through the waiting room, hallways, and out of the building. I ran to my car, turned the key, yanked the door open, jumped into my seat, slammed the door, and drove. I saw the figure in my rear end mirror. I started freaking out and drove faster, anxious to get home. I got to my house, ran into it, went to the kitchen where my mom usually was. Her work seemed unfinished, cause the faucet was running and the dishes were covered in soap. There was Turkey in the oven, it was burning. I turned the stove off and sprinted toward my parent's room. Before I could get there, I found blood on the floor. And on the walls. On the walls, written in that blood, which was my mother's, said, "You've never had a bad time before, have you?" And I heard a demonic laugh. It was like someone had recorded someone laughing, slowed it down so it sounded like metal rubbing against a tire, then highpitched it, but kept it slow so it was a high pitched version of metal rubbing against a tire. I looked behind myself, but before I had turned a full 180 degrees, I blacked out. Now, here I am, in the hospital, feeling worse than ever, knowing that the figure is watching me. Trust me, I see him.