Fan Fiction

The Day I K*lled My Mother
The Day I K*lled My Mother From the inky depths of the night, a chill slithered into my veins, weaving a tapestry of dread around my heart. Each raindrop, a mournful echo on the windowpane, seemed to whisper a lament for a soul lost to the shadows. Ever since that tempestuous eve, when my father vanished like a wisp of smoke, the night has cloaked itself in an aura of chilling absence and menacing silence. His journey home, shrouded in sheets of relentless rain, was abruptly cut short, leaving behind only an unsettling void where his presence once filled our lives. Days bled into weeks, frantic searches yielding nothing but the deafening symphony of unanswered questions. The once warm embrace of our home now echoed with the unsettling symphony of the unknown. Muffled whispers slithered from vacant corridors, disembodied shadows danced a macabre waltz on the walls, and cryptic messages materialized on his computer screen, each character a chilling fragment of a puzzle I desperately sought to solve. Hidden amongst the mundane files on his computer, a trove of the extraordinary lay unearthed. His search history, a twisted tapestry woven with threads of the arcane: paranormal occurrences, journeys beyond the veil of time, and whispers of universes unseen. Was my father merely curious, or had he stumbled upon something far more sinister? And was his inexplicable disappearance a twisted consequence of his forbidden knowledge? The night, once a canvas of slumber, now stretched before me, an enigma pulsating with secrets, beckoning me to unravel its chilling truth. The rain poured down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I sat in my room, watching the raindrops fall on the window, when suddenly, I was shaken by a faint groan coming from somewhere in the house. Fear crept into my heart, and I began to search for the source of the sound. But everything was quiet, and I found nothing unusual. I returned to my room, trying to shake off the feeling of anxiety. But then, I heard another sound coming from downstairs. A soft sound, like the rustling of leaves. I crept cautiously towards the source of the sound, my heart pounding in my chest. I emerged from the room to find my mother standing in the middle of the house, wearing her black coat and her hair wet with rain. She looked worried, as if she was waiting for something. I asked her if something was wrong, but she answered with an unintelligible mumble. My fear and confusion grew. My mother looked anxious without revealing the reason for her anxiety, and she pointed to my father's red car, which was being driven by a stranger towards the lake. What was going on? Without thinking, I ran to the door and rushed out of the house, following the red car. The rain was pouring down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I couldn't see the driver's face clearly, but I felt a strange fear coursing through my veins. I arrived at the lake to find the red car submerged in the water. There was no sign of the driver, as if he had vanished into thin air. I felt shock and confusion, not knowing what to do or what to think. Who was that stranger driving my father's car? What did he do to him? And why did he disappear without a trace? I tried to return to my mother to tell her what had happened, but before I could reach her, someone hit me on the head, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself inside the red car. There was a strange sound coming from the back seat. I tried to open my eyes and turn to the sound, but before I could, someone hit me on the head again, and I lost consciousness. The mystery deepens…
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By Ibrohim3 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOMMATE
My roommate was a little annoying. He watches me when I'm not looking, and he never responds to any of my greetings. I have done many things to make him like me, or at least tolerate my presence in the room. I've cooked for the both of us, presented it on the small table in our room, and called him so we could eat together. He simply stared at me like I was stupìd for calling him to eat with me, and after glancing at my food in disgust, he turned on his bed, facing the sandy wall of our room as he went to sleep. I've cleaned the room, kitchen, toilet, and bathroom of our hostel ward alone, not bothering to call him to help in hopes that he would appreciate and accept me more. But after I was done cleaning, I went and sat on my bed, hoping to hear a thank you from him. He just came in, glanced around the sparkling room, and without saying any other word, he climbed onto his bed and went to sleep. hostel. That day, I knocked on the door of the room and waited. After hearing nothing from inside, I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Immediately, I stumbled into a halt for I saw the person I would be sharing the room with, seated quietly on the bed, facing the door. "I have been knocking, I guess you didn't hear me," I said, a small smile creasing my lips as I greeted my roommate for the first time. "My name is Jason." Instead of responding to my kind greetings, he watched me intensely with a small distaste in his mouth. His bright brown eyes surveyed me up and down, and he shook his head in disapproval. I know that most people would have problems living or being friends as I looked every bit like a miscreant. My hair was dreaded, a tattoo of a winged snake ran down my right forearm, a hoop passed through the wall of my nostrils, two small rings pierced my ears, and my jeans and shirt had holes in them. I looked more like a cultist and a thief than a student. I looked very different from my roommate as he was dressed modestly as he came from a decent home. I knew that some pious fanatics like my roommate would find it strange living with someone with my lifestyle. But I wanted to make him know that my character was very different from how I was dressed, and I spent the next few days proving this by helping in the room, cleaning the floors, and greeting my roommate, but no matter what I did, he was determined not to accept me. As days passed, though, his reserved character and lack of socializing began to bother me and make me feel uncomfortable. I know that there was nothing else I could do to have him accept me, and I know that there was only one way to solve our unspoken issue. By us separating! By me leaving the room to find another hostel room. The very next day, I went down to the Warden who was in charge of assigning us rooms. "How may I help you," the cheerful Warden asked, her fingers ready to click on the keyboards of her computer. I spent the next few minutes explaining everything to her, telling her how I made my roommate uncomfortable and how he, in turn, made me feel uncomfortable. I told her that I found his cold behaviour and snubbing annoying, and I wanted to switch rooms. "Hostel room number?" asked the Warden. "Room 103!" I answered sharply. "You're joking right?" the Warden inquired, looking into the computer. "No, I'm not." I was confused. A perplexed look shrouded the Warden's face, and then she said, "Jason, your roommate hasn't checked in yet! He is yet to arrive." My heart skipped a beat... Who is the boy in my room?
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction