"John where is the flashlight? I can barely see." I yelled so loud it shook the rocks nearby. John and I were exploring this cavern. Legend has it, that something lives here. No one has ever seen it and we are going to wake it. We are no lost inside this area and there is no visible light anywhere. 

"Abby, you have it. Remember, back at the car you grabbed it."

"No I am sure you did."

"Nah, I do not have and if you do not we are blind for the rest of this journey."

"I guess we are. Lets keep moving we are almost at the crypt."

We travels a little further and a building began to appear in front of us. A beautiful building. It was full of light and gorgeous decorations. It also had many, many dead people and things. 

"Watch out this thing may be trapped."

"John, you watch too many adventure movies. Lets go in."

"Okay, I warned you."

Inside was even prettier than the outside. Gems, diamonds, and all the riches you could think of was in there. Then, we found the tomb and we heard a click. Everything shook. And something arose. 

He woke up in his night suit to find himself dead. Dead. Killed. Murdered. In cold blood. By his best friend. His inner self.

Ian was a lad of 14, and was the world's biggest introvert. No friends would he accept, whatsoever happened, and, all the more, he was an orphan with no property to his name, and without a single living relative. He lodged as a paying guest with the stingy amount of money his father had left him. But he was happy. Until today.

His inner self had killed him and his self-trust. He had seen himself get killed. He had become a witness to his own murder. He had seen his inner self pick up the weapon called sight and throw it at the beautiful girl passing by. And the weapon hit him. In the heart...

He was twitterpated to death. And this was the murder mystery of Ian, whose witnessed had died before the incident, and the accused was the same. And so was the victim. But all three were still alive. the witness, the victim, and the murderer were still alive, but lost. In thoughts of her. Of her beauty and charm and attractiveness and prettiness and pleasantness and comeliness and allure and loveliness and heavenliness and voluptuousness and winsomeness and grace and elegance and exquisiteness and splendor and magnificence and grandeur and impressiveness and picturesqueness and gorgeousness and glamour and formalbeauteousness. And his inner self.

He/She woke up.....

She woke up to the sound of something breaking to the floor. It felt like it came from the kitchen. She went and saw the little duckling sculpture crashed to the floor. Somebody moved behind her. She turned but saw nothing.

 She went to her room; the lights had been turned on though she remembered turning them off. As she got back into bed, she could not pull the sheets over her. Yawning, she shifted to the other side and in the moonlight shining through the window, she saw the back of a dark shadowy figure. She rushed and switched on the lights but the bed was empty. She let out a breath. She peered out through the door and there was the shadow, its back towards her. It pointed to the kitchen, all the lights had somehow been turned on. When she didn't move, it pushed her straight to the kitchen right in front of the duckling sculpture on the shelf; apiece."But how?"she put a finger on it and the lights went out.

The next moment she was falling and landed somewhere real hard. A hand on her shoulder. She turned and screamed, then silence fell.