whyy thankk youu for this opportuniy eggie :v lemme see what i can cook up here...
The walk you take feels weird at best. As night has already fallen, creeping darkness surrounding you makes you shiver, but you try your best to ignore it. This was not the time to let paranoia grab you, as you honestly had bigger things to worry about; one of them being the location.
No matter how much you try to make sense of your surroundings, you still can't figure out where you are. To make matters worse, your phone had decided to die just as you got off the bus, so any chance of you googling to know how further you were from home felt slim.
"This can't be happening.", the thought hits you, and just as panic starts gripping you by the throat, you see something glow in the distance.
Even with the foggy surroundings you have no doubt that it's there, and like a dying man you all but ran towards it. But with every step you take, your confusion grows.
The light was coming from a pub. And unlike the flashy signboards or LED decorations you are used to seeing, the faint orange glow looked to be coming from some well-lit lanterns....
@zayedsakib @surrealfia @notacinephile @rafa-noor and @annabeth ,fall in line boyss. Let's make this weird :')
Well well, that was something!! Um I think I came out with something too. @sarashew @drivingindevon lemme know I'm spoiling your story or not :3
Ok now @zayedsakib @notacinephile @surrealfia @annabeth, it's your turn!! 😁
ehmmmm.... umm umm okie la...
Why? Why him?
The face that haunts me in my nightmares is now facing me; standing a few feet away under the fluorescent light.
How the hell is he here?
So many questions flood my mind but each of them is unanswered. I still try to convince myself that it's not him. Maybe my eyes are betraying me. There's no way he was there, it's impossible.
He was dead. He really was, right?
As if he felt me staring at him, he looks at me - his face is blank. But why? Why was he here? Or, is it that he has come to find me? I take a step back. No, no, some stuff should just stay in the nightmares - my sins are one of them, where he belongs. Did he just jump out of my nightmares? Dead don't walk among the living.
And I was sure I had killed him... so sure...
@sarashew @drivingindevon whatchu gonna do?
Fearful of the retribution from the eerie figure of the apparition that arguably had no right to present itself in front of me, albeit the right-wingers would perhaps call it an apt work of vengeance, I made a quick reach out for the nearest door to veer in—in short, I ran and got into the pub I just left.
The inside of the pub is changed drastically, there's a crowd in there now, nigh-silent buzzing is coming from them, chitter chatter all around. And behind the bar counter, there's a middle aged woman, with a feisty look on her face. She is a tough-looking mean dame yet had a warm feeling to her eyes. She signaled me to take a seat and while I slowly approached the table, cautiously looking over the room, and taking in the details—she brought me a coffee. The room, this pub cannot be the place I was just a minute ago, yet I am so certain I reentered the same pub. The decorations and the time period of those decorations are all wrong. The people are a mixed lot, red, white, yellow, brown, black, men, women—strangely though there are no kids or old people. A few of them looked at my direction, and quickly averted their gaze. However, sipping my nearly perfect coffee, which was actually an amusing thing as I never seem to get good coffee in pubs, I can still feel their gazes.
Suddenly I overheard something. There is supposed to be a convergence of something somewhere. The time has to be right, otherwise, things would go wrong. I lean forward...intent on hearing some more...
You can go ahead and continue @zayedsakib @r-nyn