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Here's an idea. One person starts a story, and other people carry it on and we'll see what we end up with? Do it a paragraph at a time! OK, I'll probs look like a fool if no one responds but here we go:
Simon looked over to the corner of the room in which he stood. He had been there so many times, but still it seemed strange to him. So many memories, but none that he could instantly bring to mind. Why had his mind gone blank? Why did he know this room?
The girl who appeared from the shadows in the corner of the room gave Simon a quick wink and motioned for him to join her. Simon obeyed and positioned himself across a dimly lit table from the stranger who so appealed to his curiousity. "I know what you're thinking," she said in a voice barely audible above the casual chatter of the room.
"How could you know that?" Simon trembled as the girl placed her hand on top of his. He quickly pulled it away and firmly clasped his together. The girl smiled at his vulnerability. This was how she had hoped he'd react.
The man that was sickened with amnesia(spelling?) couldn't have made such a terrible mistake. The malevolant woman, an alchemist of sorts, needed to get the "soul" of the man to have the power of changing every substance into another substance. The man felt a hidious power pulsating from the woman, but he went with her. Down spiralling steps the couple went, the man growing more worried because these steps reminded him of something that he might have traveled down in the past. He didn't know that these steps were created by him in a past life as a mason...
Charlie sat up suddenly. It was another nightmare. She turned on the bed side light and started to get up,. she wasnt going to sleep now. The nightmares were getting more real. This time she knew the mans name Simon. It was geting genuinly creepy the way she kept dreaming about this complete starnger nearly everynight. And it was always the same until this time.
Charlie got herself out of bed and pulled on her dresssing gown. She went downstairs, grabbed a glass of water and sat in the armchair that she had got when her grandfather had died, it was now he reading chair. She put on her small reading glasses and began thumbing through th pages of her book, but her mind was not concentrating on the words.
Finally she put the book down in despair. It was no use she just could not get interested so she decided to put on the television. Late night TV may be rubbish but at least it might get her mind off the nightmares.
So she started to flick idally through the channels surfing in and out of; talkshows, films, documentries- when suddenly she sat up and started hard at the screen it couldnt be could it?
There he was on Television the man from the dreams --Simon.
She peeled her glasses from her face and threw herself on the floor in front of the television. She gazed at his face, and for a split second, it was almost as though Simon was staring back at her. Something in his expression told Charlie that he had recognised her. She laughed at herself, how was that possible? He was on the screen, he wasn't even aware of himself being filmed.
Simon turned to look at the reporter from the BBC.." Exuse me sir, would you mind giving your opinion on the the move to renstate the Inquision?"
"huh? Oh right well I dont belive in maghic, renicarnation or any of the rest of it so I hardly see the point."
The screen moved from the scene and began talking about some new unimportant headline, but Charlie remained fixed on the floor staring at the screen. Simon had been there, and she had recognised where he was. She had to find him, only the interview hadn't been recorded live. She only prayed that he would still be in the area the next morning.
She decided to use her RED button on the digital Television to recall the interview and to watch ity again. " This is Brian------- Reporting from outside the Mansdale building in --------- for the BBC"
The mansdale building was only the other side of town this meant 2 things, one Simon was real 2 he lived right here in the same city as her.
She decided not to return to bed as it would be pointless as her thoughts would not let her sleep. She opened up her small notebook and began to jot things down from her dreams, and questions that she could ask Simon about why she had seen him so many times!
A sound from the kitchen, something dropping, falling, rattling on the floor. Charlie froze. Her pen fell to the floor, not rattling, carpet muffling the impact. Heart pounding, sweat breaking, she slowly looked toward the doorway that shouldn't be spilling light at her feet this late.
Carefully she got up and looked around her for some kind of weapon. Excellent the Urn.
Slowly she crept into the kitchen.
" now Charlene is that the way to greet a guest"
Charlie werelled arounnd and there behind her stood HER the malvolentr woman from the dreams, or rather nightmares.
"who are you" BEEP he voice sqeaked. Take a deep charlie youve just fallen a sleep again, You need tto wake up!
" sorry to dissapoint you my dear but you are not dreaming, I am very much here and as for who I am look inside yourself the answer is there.."
She was tall and pale skinned with long dark hair, she spoke with a strange accent and her voice was like a whisper but as crystal clear. The world suddenly began to spin.
Who was this woman? Charlene racked her brains as her head became dizzier and dizzer. It was almost as though she was leaving her current body and drifiting back to a time she didn't recognise. She was standing in a hospital, her father, her YOUNG father was standing beside her, but he couldn't see her. She walked over to him but he looked straight through her. As she stared at him, the background turned back to her kitchen but she still didn't move her eyes from the spot where he had stood.
"What just happened?" she inquired without looking up.
" I think the question your looking for is Who just happened"
"what?! Who are you and what are you doing in my house!!"
"As I said Charlene, I beg your pardon Charlie The answer is inside you Im only here To help you find it."
She was getting more than a little mad. First you break into my house then you" she stopped as the woman lifted her hand slightly and looked her straight in the eye. Her eyes were terrifying!
"you will notice that your house has not been broken into."
Charlie turned and looked the door was still locked and bolted. If she didnt come through the door, how did she get in??
"How do you know I'm really here?" the old woman sat down on a kitchen chair "You aren't dreaming, but how do you know this is really happening?"
"That doesn't make sense!" Charlie walked over to the woman "Please tell me what's going on."
The woman grew a smile and looked at her.
"Think back to where you just were. Who was the person that your father was looking at in the bed?"
This was just wierd one minute she was old the next she was young, one beautiul the next a hag she was an Enigma wrapped in a condrom.
"what do you mean who was he looking at, he was looking at me!"
" Before you were born?? Really I thought you would Be smarter"
she sighed and turned around.
"Wait!" Charlie grew a vague look on her face. The old woman smiled as she turned around.
"It was a woman...It was you! You're holding something, a baby! But it's not me. Dad is looking scared and sick with worry. What...I don't understand!"
"You're right. It is me, and it's not you. Your father had another child, and illigitamate child. A love child. A little boy. We called him Simon!"
"Wrong if your right he has one child, Simon I was adopted! I remeber now..."
was back as a little girl she is standing at the top of the stairs Mummny and daddy are fighting. Mmmy is shouting and crying somthing about those"awful witch faeries of yours"
Daddy is cryib=ng now too hes saying sorry and somthing about magic and bewitched.
I, charlie know about magic Mummy reads me stories yesterday we read Rupunzzel.
She was back "you you you are not evan human are you?"
"That's right...I must say, you catch on VERY quickly. It usually takes a couple of days for people to understand!"
"You malicious woman! But why did I dream of him? Why did I see him as though in a past life? There's so many un-answered questions!" Charlie took a step back from the woman "You're the one that I saw when I was a little girl. I saw you when Mum and Dad were argueing, you were smiling, you watched over them as they fought, but they couldn't see you!"
"That's right!" The old woman began to fiddle with her hair.
"You were the reason for my mothers death that night! You were the reason my father was blamed and we had to leave! You were the reason that my whole childhood was ruined!"
Blinking back tears, stepping back, biting her lip, Charlie stumbled as she spun and streaked for the door. Grasping the knob, a hand grapsed her hair, yanked her head back. As her breath caught and heart stopped, slung her arm back and struck something. The hand released.
The door flung open, she ran, falling down the front steps into the street.
Charlie sat on the ground as her face was soaked with rain. The silloute of the woman appeared in the doorway.
"Now do you see? I have complete control of what goes on here!"
"No!" Charlie screamed. The people walking passed looked up to where Charlie was screaming at and saw no figure, only a wide open door.
"I can make you do whatever I want!" The womans face turned into a smile.
Charlie brushed the sodden hair from her face as she got to her feet and ran at the woman.
Upstairs, a street light poured cold, slippery light into a room that swallowed it whole, and Dani's eyes jerked open. A door slam chased quickly by screams interlaced with an odd voice followed close on.
"Charlie?"
Another scream.
She stood, headed cocked, leaning toward the top of the stairs. Anonymous tumbling sounds limped up the stairs and grabbed her mind, pulling her to the scene.
At the top of the stairs she saw below.
Realization widened her eyes and she smiled.
And her young father tore his prosthetic lips and face off. His ears under the artificial mesh were pointier than ever. "I am a vulcan", he said. "I cannot tell a lie. The waiter switched my regular coffee with folgers crystals...I jammed a dinner fork in his hand, his face, his stomach, and then back in his face again for good measure. I cannot believe the audacity of that fascist pig, thinking that I'd give up my civil right to a good cup of coffee, to a good cup of chock full o' nuts. That meant a whole morning gone, a whole morning sacrificing his household pets to the god of chaos, Tiamat. The shrink says I should start taking my meds again, but little does he know that I know that he knows that I know about him knowing and being an agent from the government. He works for the man and his job is to hold me down.
Now, THAT's a great ending! :)
Me and Night had thought of more twists really.....
You want to pick up at my last one?
Yeah, we have a few ideas, we'll keep it going!
Sounds like fun. You're up...
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Simon sat in the small cafe and fiddled with the spoon that sat in his luke-warm coffee. He began to scratch his head and held his face in his hands. He couldn't understand why he had lost her. Why had his wife left with his children? What had he done?
Jolted from his sore musings by a waiter brushing his sleeve, he returned to the present. Seeing that he had paid already, he wryly chuckled at himself: He remembered doing nothing of the sort. His mind wandered as he walked out to the street. Seeing a television in a store window, he paused, stiffened, and walked quickly down the street. He'd be there soon.
He finally got there, there being an old building.
He didnt understand his obsession with this abanonded dump, this obseesion that had cossed him his old life.
Still he had to go there he [i] needed[i/] to be there, everyday at the same astrological time.The true noon.
Simon crossed the threshold, into the building that visibly sagged at the edges. The windows to the right and left of the door glared at him like angry, sooty eyes and a steady stream of runoff water dripped from a broken pipe above the door.
Simon walked through the stream, not noticing how it dribbled into his collar and down his spine like the caressing of a steel sword. His mind was bent on one thing and one thing only.
There was something in the building.
Something he desired more than his life itself.
Simon's face lit up in an obscene grin and he walked into the shadows, vanishing like a corpse beneath a black wave.
Walking away from the doorway, blinding light that showed dust and marks of things being dragged to and fro weakened with every step, until it was pallid and cold at the back. Looking back at where he entered the building, seemingly an eternity away, he paused at a turn in the hallway. His grin quieted, became manic. Simon now looked where dank darkness lie beyond. Musty odor pressed into his consciousness, memories slowly floating into view. Calmer now, with delicious anticipation, he rounded the turn.
Charlie had been out walking from what seemed to be first light. The woman -if she could be called a woman had worried her so she did what she always did in these situations-she walked to clear her head. By now almost uncouinsoulsy her feet had taken her to that part of town where she had seen the footage off Simon last night.
She was outside an Old building, almost a dump really when she saw the warning flas of Lightning, because of her long standing rather shameful fear of thunder storms. she decided to face the old house in hopes of shelter rather than staying outside.
"Hello?" Charlie called as she pushed the door open, "Is anyone here?"
She realized how stupid she sounded but she still felt as if it needed to be said. It was obvious that no one had entered this house for many years.
She walked up the stairs and held onto the banister as they creaked beneath her.
"Hello?" She called again. She reached the landing and turned to her left and gasped in shock as she saw the sillouette of a man standing with his back to her. He quickly spun around.
"I'm sorry. I thought this house was..."
"Simon?" Charlie was barely able to utter the words as her mouth had grown immensly dry.
"Do I know you?"
"Im not sure, I know you though" she managed to get out.
"Im not sure I understand"
"Well this is sort of embarrissing to explain but Ive dremt about you and before you say anything no I am not some psychotic stalker killer but then again Id hardly admit to it if I was but all I know is that some how we are connected other than by my father or should I say your father actually"
...
"I'm sorry but I still don't understand." Simon walked towards Charlie.
"I don't understand it either, but we were obviously meant to meet here tonight. I was attacked in my home. I was obviously meant to leave and see you." Charlie began to waver as a searing pain filled her head. Simon ran over to her and helped her to keep her balance as she leaned against the wall behind her.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah I'm OK!"
Suddenlly she was there
" I see you found him Charlie" Chjarie stared u at her from her paraletic state on the floor."who are you ?" demanded simon angrily "One who knows more than you so be silent my son.
Charlie charlie charlie I see you aid no heed to my little warning and now you hhave chossen this ath as your deestiny. So be it."