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Unencountered

Unencountered – Part 3

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May’s Project of writing a short story over the course of the month reaches its third episode. A few people have asked if I know the ending to the story. Let me just clarify that I’m far from a professional writer and this story evolves as I write it. Feel free to have a look at previous posts to read the whole story so far. Please note the following extract includes a violent scene that may leave some distressed. So without further ado….

Unencountered – Part 3

As the notes got more and more sinister I realised that I should tell someone about what has been going on, in the hope of getting some advice and support. A didn’t know who to turn to. A friend? My brother? A work colleague? A counsellor? In the end I decided to call John, a good friend, who I thought might be able to help. I didn’t tell him too much over the phone, I didn’t want to freak him out before we even met.

Although I wasn’t entirely happy at having to leave the house we decided to meet up later that evening at the local pub. It was over four hours until we had arranged to meet. This would turn out to be a very, very long four hours.

First, the now familiar feeling began to hover over me. As the sun set the darkness rose. I paced around the room afraid to lift my head in case I saw ‘it’. As the hours passed the trepidation of what I was about to do was sinking in. Somehow the darkness was speaking to me. I couldn’t hear what ‘it’ was saying, but i could feel something, something that didn’t feel right. Was ‘it’ warning me? By telling John was I about to put his life in danger? After the relief of finally having decided to talk to someone, I felt like I was back at square one, unsure of whether this was the best thing to do. I twice began to ring John, only to hang up before he answered. The darkness was getting to me…

I finally found the strength to push the doubt from my mind and left to meet John.

I walked into the fresh night air and suddenly felt a freedom I hadn’t felt for months. The ominous feeling was gone, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder as I walked down the street, like I had been doing recently. I was confused, I had been living with this feeling for months, and now it had gone, just like that.

The next thing I know I’m in the pub, sitting at the bar, waiting for John. Although something is wrong, it’s not the pub as I remember it. It is similar to what I remember only different. It’s difficult to describe, it’s like looking at old photos, or through frosted glass.

It was then that I heard the familiar greeting, the greeting I had heard thousands of times, “Hello fella, how you doing?”. I turned to see John standing there. That’s when I picked up the glass and slammed it into his face.

John fell to the floor clutching his face. That didn’t stop me. I kicked him in his ribs, hard. As he clutched his chest, I kicked him in the face, blood splattered across the floor. John was screaming, shouting for help. I wasn’t listening. I leant down, grabbed him by his hair, and smashed his head repeatedly on the floor. John was now silent. I stood up wiped my blood stained hands on my trousers and left the pub.

[To be continued]

Unencountered – Part 2

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May’s Project continues, please feel free to read Part 1 before reading the next extract……

Unencountered – Part 2

I began having these vivid nightmares. Nightmares that seemed so real that I was having trouble telling the difference between the dreamworld and reality. That is when the notes started. I’d wake in the morning and find these strange notes next to my bed. The first one just read:

‘You‘

I didn’t recognise the handwriting. I lived alone, in fact for the past two weeks I had barely been out of the house. That first note really freaked me out. I had seen plenty of horror films and my imagination was running away with me. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Was I writing in my sleep? Was I possessed? But all the time the notes continued appearing:

‘You did it‘

‘It was you‘

The notes all had the same naive, scrawled script and always accused me of doing something. Then it happened, the moment that would change my life. I woke in the night to find the pen in my hand. I wasn’t just holding it, I was grasping it so tight that as much as I tried to let go, I couldn’t.

I was writing myself notes?

I began refusing sleep. No matter how loud my body was screaming at me, I refused. The sleepless days became waking nightmares. My mind was in turmoil. I didn’t know if it was day or night. And all the time the notes continued to materialise, only they began to take on a more sinister feel:

‘You did it – you killed her – it was you – so much blood‘

[To be continued]

 

Unencountered – Part 1

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After much consideration, May’s Project has finally been decided. The plan is to write a short story over the month of May. A blog post every few days should keep me occupied. But also in an attempt to make it a more interactive experience for the couple hundreds of people that read this, please feel free to comment or tweet suggestions for ideas or inclusions to add to the story. Enough said, here we go…..

Unencountered – Part 1

That’s when I saw it. The only problem was, I wasn’t entirely sure what ‘it’ was….

It had begun some time in the summer I think, not a sighting, just a feeling. The feeling of being watched, the feeling of something not quite right, a very, very strange feeling. I couldn’t even place exactly when and where it had first started. It was just there. It seemed to have been with me for months, but it was only over the space of the last couple of weeks that the feeling had become so much more intense.

Everywhere I went I felt as though I was being followed. I’d go to the shop, and there it was. I’d go to work, and there it was. I’d take the dog for a walk, and there it was. The dog could sense it too, I could tell. A look here, ears pricked there, at times he would just stare at one spot.

But the last couple of weeks had been different. The darkness was rising, I felt a definite presence, an evil presence that was beginning to rule my life. The dog’s staring was now accompanied by a deep growl. A growl so deep that at times it sounded like the voice of a demon.

Then I began to lose control. At first I didn’t even realise that I was doing it….

[To be continued]