Experimentals: A Narrative Fiction Essay

“No I am perfectly fine thanks. But really I was in the upstairs room of the building you know and there was a mirror and a monster and…”

Heat flamed Booker’s cheeks and moving slowly forward, he eased himself into a chair. “Yeah, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts.”

Instead, it was a voice filled with concern, echoing and rattling inside their skull with its sharp pitch. Their eyes fluttered open to see an unrecognizable face swimming across their vision among an array of color.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

“Yeah totally.” I tried to say bravely. Then she nodded her head and lead me into another room. It looked the same as the one we were just in.

After an awkward moment of silence, I began to walk towards the doors. "Now if you girls excuse me, I need to get to Vice Principal's office."

“Andrew can I meet with you for a second outside? I know you’re on your way to work but I need to talk to you about something,” asked Jerald.

I ran. I ran as fast as my body would let me. I soon made it to the thick forest and hid behind a tree. I needed to just look around me and gauge my surroundings. I didn't see much of anything at first but soon I noticed smoke coming from quite a few directions.

“What the f-” I started to snap, blinking when I saw nobody there. I looked around, visibly confused before a small voice

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”

“You can go get that now.” I said as I walked back inside to go to sleep. He sighed and grabbed his jacket and

“We best be leaving now. Thank you for your time.” I said, getting up and moving toward the front door. Warterhen followed behind me.

"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.

“Magnus, are you okay?” They were unfamiliar, but it sounded as if they were panicking. He inclined his head in the direction was coming from and opened his mouth to say something before the world became, once again, dark and silent.

From the time I was a young child I was plagued with nightmares. These nightmare continued thought my life into my teenage years. There were times that that the darkness surrounding me became so heavy, that I felt like it was drowning me.Pulling me deeper and deeper into its horrendous domain, until I could no longer see the light. In the wee hours of the morning I would awaken covered in sweat, panting, desperately trying to refill my lungs with oxygen. As the woeful tears rolled down my cheeks, I would close my eyes and picture ten