Cradle: A Fictional Narrative

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

When I did, I regretted looking back. Black billowed, even darker than the darkness, hiding who

Trying to bite me I pushed his face away from me, but had a tight grip with his monkey hands and feet. Acting fast I used my left hand to reach the stick right next to me while the other pushed demon away from my face. I swung as hard as I can on the things back ,but horridly heard a loud scream of horror with crackling

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

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.

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

description, standing above me in the air. One of them spoke unto me, calling me by name and

Kane closes his eyes and pulls me close as he takes this all in. “What did he do to you baby? Did he…” He can’t get the words out.

As I 'm walking though the cemetery, I hear a wail. We 've only heard it once before but no one can ever seem to get that awful screeching sound out of our heads. The demon that crawls out of the shadows....it demands to be seen. To be heard. To be acknowledged. To be felt. It was only a matter of time until we experienced that kind of fear again. Though I guess this time it wasn 't out of nowhere. No. It was my fault. If I don 't undo it, everyone would turn their backs on me. I would be nothing but a ghost from their past.

I sat there continuing to battle but nothing would help me more than the sound that could distract me from what's real. No one else is dealing with your demons so truly I know I'm the only person who has any slight chance of defeating them, yet right now...I'll sit and try not to fall into the dreams that appear whenever I blink because lurking behind my eyelids are worlds of violence that will try to drag me into sleep.

I saw myself. Hideous, that 's what I was. People were afraid of me, so I have to hide. A hidden figure in the darkness of the night. I don’t remember why I looked like this therefore, I don’t remember anything , however I remember him. I saw him.

My shoulders went limp. My legs fell apart. I knew exactly what I was doing….And that’s all you needed, Bryce. You started kissing my shoulder, my neck, sliding your fingers in and out.

My heart pounded erratically, my feet moved to the beat of my racing heart. Branches slapped across my chest. I didn’t dare look back; the cloaked men were nearing, I could hear their thumping footsteps all in sync with each other getting closer and closer. There was no chance I could take them all. In almost a demonic manner the cult said “We know you are here Felix, you can run but you can’t hide, you are mine.Mine! Forever!”The next thing I knew my vision was beginning to blur. Then it happened.There was no way to stop it. It was taking over. I had no control over myself. My body had a mind of it’s own. I uselessly became limp I was passed out hard cold.

Michael chuckles lowly at the awkwardness, but he returns the greeting: “Hi. I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

Look. You may not believe me, but you have to listen. They are after me! They want me to be killed, forgotten… dead. Don’t give me that confused face, you need to help me, now! Come on, Speak to me. Okay, okay, fine, let me start all the way from the beginning.