Wake Up!!!!!
A VSS Challenge Microfiction
"WAKE UP!!!"
"WAKE UP!!"
It was so loud, it screamed at me.
I'd been dreaming in my bed, but now I was under a dirty blanket on a cold stone floor, this was wrong.
I pulled myself upright and knew that something was amiss because I could see, my eyes cleared and I saw stone steps in front of me. I was in some huge entrance hall, I think I was the only one there and then I saw the heads.
The heads were talking and saying things but never finishing and not making sense.
".... I have to go to ....."
"..... did you tell her that ...."
" ... still waiting for ..."
"... who said that who was it ... "
".... not me ..."
"... I must ..."
"...not tomorrow not today never"
The whispers and scratchy words were driving me mad, was I still dreaming? I never went to sleep here.
I stood up, I was naked, in a probably public place, now that is a definite dream situation.
I then studied the heads more closely as they slowly turned and whispered and shouted their fragmented words.
Then, shocked, I realised that every face on every head was my own and the words they spoke were my own fragmented thoughts, that made no sense at all.
I looked around, there was me, the stone floor, the blanket, the stairs, and the heads but beyond that was a grey nothingness.
Then my alarm went off .............
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Comments (8)
I loved trying to figure out what was happening. That was a great micro!!
When I visit England, I’m locking my door. Good one Mike. 😎
OOh, scary! I feel like this is excellent for the looming October!
very creative
This was soooo creepy! I loved it!
This is rather freaky but super cool! Loved the voices idea 🤍
Was the alarm from without or within?
Great story.