Personal Narrative Fiction

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

man admit him at the kitchen door at dusk one evening. And that was the last we saw of

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

The man, had he not died from the demon, was surely dead now. Blood pooled around the man's body, his corpse sprawled in an unnatural position.... unmoving...

Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

Trying to catch my breath, I see that Paul is right beside me and Samuel is trailing behind us, but we see a dark, shadowy creature hiding in the dark. I take a step towards the creature. I take my flashlight out and I see a witch that is controlling my shadow . She just turned my shadow into a lion, my greatest fear, I keep running until I see that the witch is no longer chasing me.

comes walkin' out of the darkness - how am I supposed to know who he was?

What is it?” I repeat the phrase, my voice growing louder and louder as I continue. You're awakened from this nightmare by your own screams of terror. An emotion that sends waves of pleasure through me, feeding off your emotions to become more powerful. Do you feel insane yet, little boy? You try to avoid me, not wanting to relive the nightmare. We both know you can't stay awake forever, I'll always be in your mind, just waiting for you loose conscious. I ask you the riddle again, this time you know the answer, “A shadow,” you say. Slowly untangling the bandages wrapped around my face, I reveal to you what lies underneath. I am your shadow. It's my turn to take control. I am the bearer of utter chaos, we wreak havoc together, trap after trap, death after death, taunting the ones you love most. I am the mastermind of Machiavellian schemes, nobody can hear you little boy, nobody can hear you screams. I fooled them all into thinking I was you, every word I spoke they believed was true, all because they trusted you. And what a great you I was. But then you had to go ruin my fun, freeing yourself from my possession. Not even that could stop, I had enough power from feeding off all that misery you hide behind closed doors, I didn't need your body any longer. I was able to stand face to face with you, did it feel like you were looking into a mirror, little boy? A malicious grin plastered on my lips, “Hello, my shadow

You already know what awaits you. You feel alone. You were not left behind…unwilling to speak and fight. Unable to open your eyes. Face your tormenter. You are so unsure of yourself. Here I’ve always stood, unable to tell what I have been trying to say, all these years. I am trying to save you. Please, open your eyes. It may hurt, but you need the truth…even when it hurts. Pleeeaasssseeeeee…” and the voice faded as I woke up for real, feeling refreshed. I squinted and saw a light. Twisting and turning my head and back to figure out where I was, I realized I was sitting in front of my partner, Russell

I walked into an old house and found a couch inside, I decided that would be where I slept. A few more hours passed and it was night time, I got comfy on the couch and tried to sleep. I started to fall into a dream when I heard a few sounds outside, I got up and grabbed the rifle I picked up earlier. I crept to the window making no sound at all, I peeked my head around and could see a group of men with some guns and a car, I watched for a few minutes. They had army gear on and some of the men had lab coats on, I suddenly realized they were like the people in the vaults, I had to find out what was going on. I grabbed all my stuff and waited, they were going through a few bigger places for supplies, they got what they needed and started to leave. I let them get a little bit ahead of me before starting to follow them, I stayed in the darkness behind things, to not get caught. They drove slowly for about an hour, they went into a bigger city and I followed them, curious where they were going. They drove for a few blocks more and stopped in front of a garage, a few of them got out and looked around to see if anyone was watching, they couldn’t see me. They finally opened the garage and I saw a nice place, it had a lot of supplies and other things inside. I ran towards the garage and they saw me approaching, they lifted their guns at me, “who are

I was too asleep to think of something to respond. How could this piece of metal tell me what I was or what I wasn't. But it didn't matter, before I could muster out a reply I felt its long icy fingers around my throat. It lifted me up into the air choking me half to death.

Suddenly a piercing cry came from my bedroom. I darted up the stairs following the cry of such extreme agony. I stopped in the bedroom doorway to find my wife’s lifeless body lying on the floor with a hulking figure peering over it. What at first glance I thought to be my mortal enemy was actually my second creation.

Hands were wrapped around my neck. I couldn 't breathe. I felt something touch my hand and I let out a sob. I tried to calm myself down. This isn’t going to happen again. I

“Wake up, young hero, it is time for you to stand up to darkness one more time. You have been in deep slumber in this shrine for a hundred years. Walk out of the shrine and to fulfill your destiny,” said the mysterious voice.