Untitled (short story- Incomplete)

This was an experiment to write with some friends of mine. Can you tell where one author ends and another begins? I haven’t edited this piece so I apologise in advance for any mistakes in tense or grammar. Its the combined mistakes of 3 people so please don’t nit pick on that aspect.
Partial credit obviously goes to them.
The track I posted in the middle is good background music to read this with and is by my brother Cris J.

Woke up today to the remnants of a strange dream. Just ghostly tendrils of the memory remain. A large red poker table; an oversized chair and me in a strange dress. I quickly dismiss it as the result of bad sushi from dinner but the dream refuses to fade away as dreams should. More details come back to me: being surround by grotesquely masked faces; disturbing semblances of animals and people. I shudder it away and get up from bed. Sunday, I always found the day quite strange like life goes on pause. I never manage to get much done nor do I put much effort to any task.The alarm clock bleats pitifully from the floor across the room. Sleepily I realise that I must have thrown it there. I groan and bury myself under the covers attempting to ignore it. Wait. Why is my alarm ringing on a Sunday? Why am I getting a feeling of deja vu? Didn’t I just wake up? From the weird dream. It was even hazier now as I tried to remember it. I must have gone back to sleep after first waking up. I pick up my cell and am shocked to see it really is Monday. Is this a joke? I think as I get up to turn on the TV. Where did a whole day’s worth of memories go? The TV flickers on and I anxiously put the news on and it hits me like ton of bricks: it’s really Monday and I don’t remember anything from yesterday. I concentrate and try my hardest to recall anything from the day before. But it’s completely blank. Fuck. Where did an entire day go? I think again.Trying not to panic I take a deep breath as I shakily walk around my apartment and decide to continue my day as normal and hope for the best.
I decide to tidy up the apartment which looks like everything besides immaculate. How did the apartment get so untidy anyways? I lazily bend down to pick up a black scarf that was right in front of me and then…wait! What were the contents of my wardrobe doing here anyway? I decide to scan the whole apartment from my point of standing and oh my…it looked horrible. What happened yesterday?I force myself into recalling the previous day’s events. A sharp pain jolts through my head and I quickly dismiss the idea. Perhaps it was a normal day like any other day and I was worrying over nothing. I shudder at the thought that I might have done something embarrassing as I try to recall the details from the mysterious day. Why can’t I possibly remember anything? I shiver as a cold sweat trickles down my face. I aim to wipe off the sweat with the back of my free hand and dear Lord; I feel the sharp pain in my head again. As I look down at my hand, I realize it is covered with blood. Dark red oozy blood! I stagger across the apartment as I make an attempt for the mirror in my bedroom, scurrying my way across thishelterskelter. I scrutinize the bloody mush embedded in my head wondering how and why I got wounded. Not only was I breathing at an abnormal rate, but it took me a good amount of time to realize my jaw was dropped and I was in awe. I was a total wreck. What the heck happened last night?!

Then it hit me. I realized that it’s not just the wound in my head that I was worried about. I was staring a total wreck! I could hardly identify myself. I looked…shattered; that is the most suitable word I could use to describe what I looked like. Oh no! Something else hit me! I remembered that I wasn’t dressed up in this attire last night. What I was staring at was someone wearing an oversized grey jumper. I don’t own any jumpers so this could definitely not be mine. I recalled wearing formal attire last night. I couldn’t be wrong about that. I couldn’t possibly be uncertain about this jumper; it wasn’t mine. Who else was in here with me? I might not remember a great chunk of detail about yesterday, but I sure as hell that I wasn’t dressed like thisI start getting worried and question my sudden urge earlier to switch on the television. Why did I go straight to the television? What did I expect to hear or see? More blood oozes from out of my head, drenching the jumper I was wearing.Standing in front of the mirror and trying to recall the events of what I’m beginning to suspect was a ‘horrendous’ night, I decide it would be best if I looked everywhere around the apartment. I had to gather cues to solve yesterday’s puzzle. I take a step away from the mirror and make a dash toward the toilet. As I touch the door knob, I stiffen; my hands feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds or more. My nerves were killing me and at this point in time, I wish that whatever happened last night needed to be something trivial. I take a deep breath as I slowly push open the door, hoping that there’s nothing but emptiness on the other side. I cross my fingers as the door vehemently sways inward while I stand on its other side nervously clasping my hands around myself.The door is completely set back and I’m standing there…in the middle of my room…unable to move or do anything. It feels like my heart has stopped pumping blood into my veins. I hear nothing but silence; silence that feels unwelcoming. I stare a while longer at the disaster that was seeing in front of me. In this bare silence, I hear myself letting out the most horrifying shriek that I’ve ever heard in my life!

The toilet is covered in blood all over. I begin to hyperventilate. It’s more than I can handle. What happened last night? What happened last night? These questions kept recurring in my mind as if I was hoping my subconscious would robotically provide me with answers I desperately needed. I am still staring at the grotesque splash of blood in front of me, unable to move or process how it reached here. In my room. In my toilet. What is going on? I begin to feel nauseated by the smell of blood. And frightened. I suddenly gather my senses as if slapped back to consciousness.

I make up my mind…there is no way I am going to stay in my apartment for another minute. Leaving the toilet door open, I begin ransacking through the pile of clothes near my bed to get clean clothes and just leave the room. I am deterred while ransacking my clothes because I never ever had piles of clothes scattered in my room. I brush that thought away and I find myself a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I put them on, run my fingers quickly through my hair and head for the door. I look at myself in the mirror on my way out. I still look a mess. I look as if I have spent a day in a scary movie. I grab my car keys from the dressing table and walk out. I shut the door and run through my living room, not even bothering to look around straight to my car, not noticing anything except that it is a sunny Monday. How could I have missed an entire day?
I get into my car and start the engine. I look around the car to see if there are any traces of last night. I am surprised to find that there’s no blood anywhere or anything strange. But wait!!There is an old piece of paper at the backseat. I have never seen this kind of paper before. I pick it up. There is something written on the other side. I turn it over and gasp when I read:


I swallow hard. But at the same time I feel that I could find some answers there. 33 Street isn’t far from where I live. So I start my car and drive on. I ignore the clamor in the city and take the curve that leads to 33 street. What could have happened there? As I neared 33 street, something bizarre begin to happen. It is raining heavily. It is a sunny day. I couldn’t understand what is going on. The street looks unusually dark and lonely. There is nothing around it. There are no stores, no houses, no cars…nothing! I shudder, but couldn’t figure out whether it is from the sudden chilliness surrounding me or fear. I stop the car when I come across a side board. Something is written on it in a weary black ink:


The sight of it makes me weak at the knees. It sounds like a death notice. Uneasiness creeps all over me. In spite of these thoughts, I am tempted to find out more about this house. I feel like I am summoned or like a gravitational force is urging me to enter. I get down from my car and decide to walk in. The huge iron gate that keeps the house from the outside world is opened. I slide in through the gate and find myself staring at the ghastly huge grey house. The house is masked by the fog from the rainy weather and sheltered by huge thick trees that outgrow the house. Withered creepers grow over the house in all directions. The house is so dark. All but one window is illuminated by a faint candlelight.

I take the few steps that lead to the front porch and open the front door and I step in.

any suggestions for a title? Anyone want to continue  the story and add another part to this, it obviously needs it XD

The Disappearance

Happy New Year! And Happy 1st Birthday to A Morbid Mind!!!!

This was an assignment for my English class. Enjoy…


Bree glanced at her cell phone as it buzzed from her desk, desperate for attention. She expected it to be a friend asking what to wear to the Halloween party or her date apologising for being late to pick her up, yet again. Shane, her mobile seemed to shout in bold letters, across its screen. What does he want? She thought slightly annoyed. She didn’t give him her number for social calls. He was her lab partner at University and it was irritating that he would call this late. To be honest she found him disturbing most of the time. He was a very intense person always either staring intently at something or someone or writing furiously in an obscure notebook but in class his intensity was useful and most days she got off with doing the least possible amount of work especially when it came to note taking. The

“Hello, Shane?”

“Briana, I’m really sorry to call this late but it’s an emergency.”

A chill went down her spine.

“What’s wrong?” she asked feeling more and more anxious with each passing minute.

“Has your sister come home yet? It’s almost midnight and Tessa still isn’t back.”

She was silent for a long time as a feeling of forgetting something important overcame her.


“Call me Bree! I’ve told you that a million times! Only my annoying parents call me Briana when I’m in trouble.”

She was out breath. Why did she get so mad just now? Her nervousness was getting worse. Wait did he say sister?

“Shane is this a prank? It’s not funny. I don’t have a sister.”

“Bree… I’m coming over, ok?” It wasn’t really a question

“Come on Shane, no!” she cried

He had already hung up. Bree was unsettled by the call so she called her date but the call wouldn’t go through, then she called her friends but all their numbers gave a ‘number busy’ tone. She was about to leave on her own to the party but as she made her way down stairs to the front door, the doorbell rang. She grumbled as she went to open the door. He was really serious, she thought. She flung the door open and shouted:

“Shane if you don’t go home right now I’m calling the cops!”

But it was her date, not Shane and he did not look amused. He was even less amused when Shane showed up that same minute. Shane looked really worried and a little scared so she decided to give him a chance to explain.

“I know this is really weird but please just listen. We both have younger sisters- let me finish” he added when he saw she was going to interrupt. “My sister’s name is Tessa and yours is Alex. Here look at this picture”

Bree felt a sense of Déjà-vu looking at the photo; the girl did look similar to her but that didn’t mean Shane was telling the truth.

“Ok assuming you’re telling the truth, do you know where they went? Which neighbourhood they went trick or treating?”  She asked

“I found this map in my room. Tess had written on it but it’s my dads map so it didn’t disappear. It looks like they were going to the woods to that abandoned house, as a dare. She might have wanted me to follow so she left the map.” He explained.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this but I’ll help you, even though I have no idea what’s going on and don’t even know if you’re Shane. No, I mean sane!” She laughed but he didn’t.

It wasn’t easy to explain to her date why she was driving off with Shane instead of going to the party with him but her intuition told her that she had to do it.

“Why are you the only one that remembers them?”

“I don’t know maybe because I had this picture with me. All the rest of Tess’s belongings are gone”

They drove in silence for a while as she looked at the map; the woods were far from her house. If she had a sister how would they get out to the woods? She asked him. Apparently his sister had her drivers licence and a car. As they drove the clouds seem to move menacingly along with them shrouding the emaciated moon. She placed her hand on the necklace around her neck. She didn’t remember buying it or where she got it. There was a flash of lightning and a deafening rumbled of thunder as a tree on the side of the road in front of them burst into flames as it was struck. She gasped in shock but not because of the lightning. She had just remembered everything.

The moon was a thin fingernail clipping in the cloud heavy sky, as they approached the old, dark house. In the ancient tangled woods, an owl hooted mournfully…

“This is it” Shane said “no turning back now”

She bit her lip nervously but said nothing as they continued towards the dilapidated house. Who would build a house out here; so far from everything and everyone, she thought. The pair had come this far and it seemed they were close to finding their sisters. No matter how scared they were they couldn’t turn back. No one else could do this; no one could help them because no one remembered Alex and Tessa. The house seemed to call out to them with the groans and creaks of its ancient joints.

The door was as ancient as the rest of the house but seemed to have escaped the marks of time. The dark wood was dusty but it seemed to have a slight lustre underneath the grime, which made Bree want to polish the surface until it gleamed. The termites had spared it unlike the rest of the wooden porch which seemed to be held up by will power alone. Intricate carvings framed the door seemed to swirl and coil before their eyes but Shane said it must be a trick of the light…

Her hand rested on the door knob but she hesitated to turn it. Things had been strange so far imagine now that they were at the source; she shuddered at the thought. With a deep breath she turned the tarnished door knob and pushed the heavy door. Surprisingly the large door was lighter than it looked and opened easily, so she stumbled and fell through the door way into the dark inside like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. He called out to her but heard no reply. He quickly followed her into the abyss, heart pounding.

The next day at Bree’s house, her father went into her room to call her for breakfast but the room was empty; just nondescript ‘guest’ furniture. Where were his daughter’s possessions: her pink bed (even though she was too old for it); her teddy bears from her childhood; her posters; everything! He quickly ran to Alex’s room and found the same thing had happened. He ran to his wife wide eyed and pulse racing.

“Where are our daughters? Where are all their things?” He cried.

He clutched his chest; not because of his heart but because it was the only material thing that remained of his children: a baby ring that had been Bree’s when she was a toddler and then had been passed on to Alex.

“Honey, calm down. what are you talking about? We don’t have any children.”


The Party Never Stops (Short Story)

This is  new idea that I working on and I still don’t have a very permanent idea of where it’s going.  I hope for feedback and critique and maybe a complement or two. Its going to get creepy is all that I’m going to say an don’ be fooled by the beginning.



Tonight was the night. After a year of exams and application forms and waiting in tense agony, Abigail was finally accepted to her first choice University. She was ready to pursue her academic dreams but before that she had to go to a couple of wicked college parties and forget why she came to college in the first place. It was Fresher’s week and after a day or so of unpacking, signing up for classes and getting her bearing around the new college environment; she was going out with her roommate Sarah to get completely wasted. Sarah was a junior and knew all the inner workings of everything to do with the university, including the party scene. Abby was lucky that they were assigned the same room and had become friends almost effortlessly.

Abby had never been concerned with being cool or popular but it looked like this year she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter as anyone that was friends with Sarah automatically got their names written in everyone’s ‘cool book’. And after only two days the gossip mongers were buzzing with her name. There was nothing Abby could do about it, so she didn’t complain. Maybe it would turn out to be a good thing.

The party was at a freshman’s house. He grew up in town and his siblings had attended the university; so there was another ‘cool pass’ if you ever seen one. His name had slipped Abby’s mind but it was something old fashioned. She assumed he belonged to one of the ‘old money’ families whose ancestors had founded the town and the University. She read about them when she was doing some research on the location online.

Abby had practically been obsessed with the place, it was her Mother’s dream University but she had not been able to attend when her father became ill. She was the only family the old man had, who could care for him. She put her dreams on hold and took night classes at the local college but never forgot her dream and consciously or unconsciously passed it on to her daughter. Abby’s home town was on the other side of the country; she wondered why her mother would stay and nurse Gramps when she was about to leave him for a city that far away.

Abby was hyper with excitement and all that coffee, she could barely stand still as she rummaged through her tiny dorm closet for an outfit. She had no idea what college kids wore on a night out let alone in a rich town like this. It was actually a city but it had retained the old feel of a town as well as a lot of the historical buildings and artefacts. In the end everyone referred to the place as a town.

Finally she settled on a black mini dress (you can’t go wrong with a LBD, right?), knee length boots and a long purple coat over the outfit. She figured, she’d better go basic, less room to make a faux paus. Her wavy, auburn hair was loose in a shoulder length, messy style and her eye lids were heavily covered in smoky grey and black shadow. Her roommate Sarah was a little more daring in her choice of attire she wore a knee length red cocktail dress covered with little faux rubies; high, high stilettos and bright red lipstick that made her full mouth all the more noticeable. Her braided hair was in a high pony tails showing off the high check bones and bright eyes. She carried a short jacket that she wasn’t going to put on; her dress was too great to cover up.


“Ready to go Dorothy?”  Sarah asked

“Born ready, Fairy Godmother! I hope I don’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”

“Nah we’ll write our own ends to this story.”

“So do you know the guy who owns the house?” I asked as we got into a cab

“Ive seen him around once or twice. I know his family though, they go to the same church as my family but Sebastian never went with them. His brothers were very popular and with good reason they’re both gorgeous.” We laughed.  Sarah was a big player as far as I’ve seen. She’s always talking about guys.

“I always thought that Sebastian was the introverted type, didn’t expect him to follow in his brothers’ partying ways.” She said still chuckling

“this house its not where they actually live, right?”

“So you’ve heard. I was gonna surprise you with that. It actually the house their ancestors built when they started to make money here. More like a mansion than a house but you know how we all love to play at being simple towns folk here.” She said rolling her eyes

“Why would it be a surprise?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Sarah was right it was a mansion. And it was old and seriously creepy. I couldn’t believe they partied here. I half expected the ghost of the original owners to come down the hall berating us and damning us all to hell.  The house was well maintained, restored just like the rest of the town. The chandeliers were polished and shining so were the dark wood floor and furniture. The ballroom was a splice between a rave and colonial glamour. It was strange but it worked. It more than worked; it looked amazing, like going back in time.

The way people were dressed suited the theme of the house: some wore tuxedos and gala gowns just off the runways; others in torn jeans and flannel shirts; goth garb; costumes; modern club-wear and over the top like Sarah in sequins and jewels from head to toe.

There was a DJ but he was in another party room but his mixes were broadcasted to the whole house and the surrounding grounds. People spilled out of every room of the house and were all around, [the house] outside. It was a party without limits or boundaries. I think I even saw a clown somewhere in all the craziness.

Sarah was having a great time showing me around, introducing me to everyone and of course flirting nonstop. It seemed that getting an invite to this event was directly proportional to how good looking you were. It was a little unnerving, beautiful people every where and not just the stereotypical slim, pale beauties but every shape, color and subculture. Pretty goths, skaters, snobs, bookworms and everyone in between. It was like a personal collection of people and again I felt that the whole situation was really creepy but it wasn’t like Sarah was giving me a chance to think about anything other than the task at hand: getting sloshed.  I tried not to drink too much but in the spirit of the party; we were living a night without limits.

I finally got a chance to talk to Sarah alone when were outside for some air.

“Dude! This is crazy” I slurred

“Tell me about it!” she said grinning like a fool

“How come no one knows about this? I mean, in other cities. Hell, other countries! This is… I don’t know! It’s something else. There must be hundreds of people here.” I was just about ranting at this point

Sarah just laughed and shook her head. I heard footsteps behind us and a tall figure stepped from the shadows. Who is that?

“Hi Sarah.” A husky voice says from the shadows

“Hi Sebastian, great party! I thought it wouldn’t happen this year since Liam went away to Graduate school.”

“It’s tradition. Who am I to change that?” he said graciously “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met before” he said looking straight into my eyes in a way that made me uncomfortable.

Our host Sebastian didn’t seem to take after his gorgeous brothers. He wasn’t ugly just very plain: average except for his height, with longish medium brown hair, brown eyes and was neither pale nor tan; neither slim nor muscular.  He just was, nothing more.

I’m Abigail but everyone calls me Abby. This party is amazing, I was just asking Sarah-“

Why no one talks about it or knows about it outside town?


He stepped closer and leaned in.

“Well Abigail, because it’s a secret. Our little secret.”