Who They Scream For.
the pitch black took hold of me. Like rough hands on a slender frame. The sheer breeze gave me goosebumps.
"Same as last time"
I got moving. same path. same footsteps. Same sounds. Same old darkness.
"14 Mississippi, 15 Mississippi, 16 Mississippi"
My body tensed in anticipation
"17"
An inhuman defiling scream bellowed out of the pitch unwavering darkness. It was just the same as last time and every time before that. They always scream at 17, 43, 51, and once more. Right at the end. The nearest of them all. I've been through it a bajillion times and still, my hair raises on my neck before each scream. It's not any old scream. It's like if you threw a loud fat old man in a wood chipper and then distorted it and added deep guttural inhumanity.
"the same old shit. well, at least the pay is good."
I keep moving forward and gaze down at my legs. Barely visible yet still very much there. My legs drift in and out of the black marshy mist with each step.
"and 3...2...1"
I paused.
"44 mississippi, 45 misss iiisss ip--pi"
No scream.
"what."
If before my body was tensed at a 3/10 I was now at a 300.
" SORRY MACK, TEST BUGGED, DID WE SCARE YA? "
" Uh yeah ya did, fuck you asshole I want a bonus"
what the hell do they even want to know with all these dumb tests.
"BET THAT FELT LIKE YOUR FIRST TIME HUH MACK? I TELL YOU WHAT IF YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY OUT ON YOUR OWN WE'LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE."
"nah pull me out I'm tired of this shit I need a cigarette after that"
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"I'm not doing your dumb fucking tests no more pull me out now!"
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"Hello?! Quit the shit I'm not kidding I'm gonna raise hell when I get out of this thing if you don't unplug me right now damnit"
What the hell is going on up there. These guys joke around outside the sim, but they're always pretty serious when it comes time to run the tests
"Alright fine I'll do it, but I'm expecting some serious compensation for this crap"
" GOOD GIRL MACKKKY"
Heart pounded double. Blood rushing from my shoulder down to my tightly clenched fists. eyes widen. hair stands up all over body. What is this. Something is wrong.
Two red eyes appear far away and sway slightly back and forth, up and down. Like they are on someone or something's face. Attached to someone walking hunched over slightly. Head bobbling slightly in a predictable pattern.
They are moving closer. I begin to step back but my heel is instantly met by something blocking its way. I turn to see and as I whip my head I hit it against the solid wall. Solid as concrete. Cold. the impact knocked me off my feet. I hear its footsteps now. closer. closer. closer.
I pull myself up off the ground and frantically feel my way around me. Nothing. Wall. Wall again. A box. With one side open. The side it's coming toward.
It's right in front of me.
I scream.
Who They Scream For, Horror/Suspense, 12+, 533, Conor Robbins, There is more to unfold within the story and much more to be developed from the idea (cliche, but I feel the timing is good for a nice virtual reality type horror or suspense story), the pitch black took hold of me. Like rough hands on a slender frame. The sheer breeze gave me goosebumps."Same as last time", character Mack is running a test for a corporation that is studying something classified and she finds herself wihtin what seems to be the same old test as always but things take a turn early on, teens who love science fiction with a dark twist, I'm an 18 year old aspiring writer with a severe case of "notice me I'm different" syndrome, no platform (who knows, take a chance) , undergrad at tulsa community college, If you haven't guessed already I have 0 professional experience in fact I typed this on a whim at 2am, Extroverted Introvert I love to flow in my writing and let it take me where it wants also lots of imagery, sports/rockclimbing/being outside/being seated at a desk anywhere with a view, Tulsa Oklahoma, 18