User:Xnaminex/Writing

I like to write, and some say I'm good at it. Edgar Allan Poe is one of my literary inspirations. I feel suspense and horror is the most exciting type of literature to write, or to read. This is my best story I've written, entitled The Nightmare Book.

The Nightmare Book

On was a gloomy night on a small hill in a cemetery with the rain coming down as if the heavens were weeping, there were six people. Skyler, Tony, Ivy, Helena, and Aiden. The other person was a priest, present merely to make that spot on the hill Xander’s final resting place. Skyler just stood there in front of the grave as if starring could bring back his friend. Helena and Ivy were crying. Their dark makeup slithering down their faces. Tony tried to sooth the unbearable pain with a hand on each of their shoulders and pitiful words. Saying it was ok and everything would go back to normal, but they knew it wouldn’t, try all knew too well it wouldn’t go back to normal. They each put a blood red rose in front of the stone, and left. The dull, grey, emotionless scene of the small funeral was exchanged to the dry, but just as dull, grey, and emotionless interior of Tony’s car. “So, th-that’s it then, huh?” stammered Ivy. But no one heard, especially not Aiden. Thinking of his friend that was now gone. Xander was always so quiet and nervous, as if he was being stalked by a demon… But he was gone, forever out of reach behind the gates of the other world. “We should start cleaning out Xander’s things.” Uttered Ivy again, pitifully trying to tear everyone’s minds away from their friend, dead and gone. They pulled up to their apartment building. They each had had their own space, as Tony owned the property. But tonight, one space was left empty. As if it had been rehearsed, each of them got out the car, opened the main door to the tall building and dispersed to their own individual room. Aiden walked up to the door as if in a trance. He put the key in, turned it slowly and walked in the door. He fell upon his bed which lay just inside the door. There he lay. Unable to move under the immense weight of his thoughts. For what seemed like hours he saw slideshows of blurry memories tragically cut short by the untimely death of Xander. Aiden couldn’t think about Xander directly. Those memories nearly crushed him with the weight of their horrible pain. So he thought of the six of them. Six, now five. Just five.

The next day was different. All of them were in Xander’s apartment. They where cleaning it out. Deciding what to throw away, what to give away, and what to keep. They all seemed to be in a trance of vague misery, deciding to pretend the pain they felt was not real. Aiden was going through Xander’s books. When he saw a book on the bookcase that sparked him interest. The front was pitch black, like being outside at night with no moon or stars to light your way. He opened the book and flipped through a few of the pages. It was blank. He decided to keep it and when they were finished, Aiden decided to keep it for himself. No one else cared, so he took it, back with him to his room. He felt the book was special, a journal Xander never got a chance to use. The five friends sulked the rest of the day. Tony gathered Xander’s things they chose to sell, put them in his car, and left. He told everyone he was leaving beforehand, but no one heard. Aiden starred out the window. It was raining, pouring, the water streaming down the window. It had been raining all day, and the water had a grey mist that seemed as emotionless as Aiden. Then, in sudden shock and fear, Aiden felt the presence of someone, something, behind him. He couldn’t see what it was adding to the horror that some sort of entity was watching him, waiting for him to turn his head. He heard a menacing laugh, as if the thing found Aiden’s serious demeanor comical. In a shaky, but, brave manner, Aiden whirled around to face the creature… No one was there. Aiden got up and searched his small apartment, but the presence seemed to come from the main room. He decided that instead of frightening the rest of his friends,he would record his ordeal in Xander’s journal. He took the book, went over to his desk in the corner of the main room of his apartment, and sat down. Still shaking from the experience, he took a pen and began to open to the first page. Aiden stopped, starring with blood shot eyes at the first page. Written on the page in elegant writing was one sentence: “He is going to die because he cannot see.” Aiden was in a blur pondering furiously, trying to find the source of the words. No one had touched it. He didn’t write it. In a shock of reality, Aiden stopped whatever motor functions he didn’t even know he was doing. His mouth dropped open at his horrible epiphany. The thing that was in his room was what wrote the message. Aiden shut his eyes and forced all the fear induced panic down back into his throat. Thinking quickly, Aiden swiped his phone from the desk and called Tony. Tony was the oldest at 20, but he had the maturity and parental attitude of someone twice his age. Aiden heard the ring. Once…twice… In the middle of the third ring it stopped. “Hello.” said Tony. “Tony! You need to get back here now. There was something in my room and it wrote something!” Pleaded Aiden in a shaky voice. “What? What are you talking about?” Tony asked. “I’ll explain when you get here just hurry, OK!?” said Aiden. “Okay, I’ll get there as fast as I-”… the sounds of squealing tires followed by twisting metal protruded through a phone. “H-hello?” Aiden asked, even though he already knew what had happened. Then there was a blur of tears and screams. Nothing made sense, nothing was real to Aiden until he found himself in the rain with Skyler, Ivy and Helena. In front of him was the mangled retains of Tony's car. There was a pool of bright red blood running from the heap of metal out into the street. The police where there talking to Ivy. Helena was huddled close to Aiden. He looked at Skyler. He was starring at the blood. Skyler looked up to Tony, they all did, and now he was gone, with Xander. Ivy walked over to Aiden and Helena. She sniffled then said, "The police say he couldn't see a thing in the storm and..." She didn't finish. Helena looked up at the rain coming down on her face as if searching for Tony's ghost among the dark, evil clouds. Aiden was agian in a trance, only this time it was his fault. He wanted Tony to come home to see message! The message, "He is going to die because he can't see." Aiden's eyes widened. "Oh my god.." he whispered under his breathe. "What?" asked Helena, barely able to create afrom the shock. "Nothing" wimpered Aiden, trembling more than he ever had in his life. The four of them went home, unable to stay at the grotesque any longer. When they got back home, they all walked slowly out of the car, into the door, and dispersed to thier own apartments. As soon as he got inside, Aiden fell upon his bed, and became hypmotized by the shattered memories of Tony, and Xander. He sat up, curled into a ball and starred out the window at the night sky. It was very diffrent from the sky when Xander died. It was dark blue with many stars, giving Aiden false hope that everything would finally be ok. He hated himself for thinking that. And for calling Tony. Aiden froze as the eerie, distorted laugh erupted form the journal. He jumped up and run to the thing. Unadle to open it, for his hands were shaking so much they ached, He finally managed to grab it. He flipped furiously to the second page, "She takes a drink...". Every single muscle in his body tensed. Aiden knew what the journal did now, but a horrible thought creeped into his mind and disgusted him. the message said "she". Helena or Ivy? ran up the stairs, ripped open the door to his apartment and grabbed the journal. "Look! Look!'' Aiden thrusted the journal into Helena's hands. Helena's expression changed from confusion to horror. Aiden felt a slight relief knowing that he wasn't alone and his friends believed him.For the next few days, Aiden and Helena conversed about the grim journal's message. Ivy began to inquire too and they came up with the journal's sick "rules". 				Everytime they heard a laugh the journal writes a riddle. The riddle has to do with a future event and a person. If that event is allowed to happen, the person in question will die. Through a few tests, The goup found that You may "talk" to the journal by writting in the journal under it's entry.	"Skyler, don't you wanna see what we found?" asked Ivy in an unnecessarily sweet sounding voice. "NO!!" screamed Skyler in a horse, cracking voice. "I don't want to know what you idiots found about that stupid journal!" "Hey, calm down Sky." said Helena soothingly to him, touching his hand. He tore his hand away and grabbed her wrist. Helena gasped as Skyler started growling. Ivy was trying to stay out of sight and Aiden was in such shock, him couldn't move. Helena, eyes wide, starred into Skyler's. Suddenly, Skyler released his terrifying grip upon Helena's wrist, turned around and smacked a glass that was on the the counter. It hit the floor with a seemingly deafening crash. Helena stepped back towards Aiden, almost in tears from seeing her friend in such pain. Aiden desided to step foreward. "Come on, Sky, enough is enough." Skyler quickly grabbed a knife from a drawer and pointed it menacingly in Aiden's direction. Just then Ivy heard the the crazy laughter of the journal. "Guy..?" she wimpered timidly, but the tension on the room was too great for her faint cry to be heard. "Don't try to stop me, Aiden!" threatened Skyler in a scratchy voice. Inbetween Aiden and Skyler was the countless pieces of broken glass. A sea dividing the two friend, staining thier friendship to the point of pain. "Guys?" pleaded Ivy agian. Helena stepped foreward. "Skyler, stop! Please stop!" She began to cry, and, upon seeing the tears on her face, Skyler's crazed and angry demeanor shattered into disappointment and guilt. "I...I'm sorry" admitted Skyler. "Guys?" tried Ivy agian, desprate for a respondes. Skyler began to step foreward and put his left hand out to shake hands with Aiden. Aiden reached out his hand as well. Skyler's foot lifted and swung foreward. "Guys, please!" demanded Ivy, louder. Skyler's foot fell upon the floor, but was stopped by the shards of glass. "GUYS!!" screamed Ivy in terror, but it was too late. Skyler slipped on the glass and fell foreward. Aiden watched as Skyler put his hands in front of him to try to shield his fall, but Skyler forget the sharp, looming knife in his left hand. Aiden's eyes were locked on the sight of what he already knew would be Skyler's final minutes. The pure terror was filling him, but he couldn't do anything, nothing seemed to move exept Skyler. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. With a sickeningly wet sounding splat, the knife drove through Sky's throat. Lyng face down, the Sky let out a sigh of pitiful helplessness. Red blood started to leak from the hole in his neck. It pooled on the floor at Aiden's feet. Aiden just stood there, Thinking about what the journal had done to him. Tony and now Sky. And the horrid thing was most likely what claimed Xander's life as well. He could sense Helena and Ivy trying to help Sky, but he couldn't see them. All he saw was the journal. When Aiden finally returned to reality Skyler's body was gone and Helena and Ivy were cleaning up the glass and the blood. He didn't know were the body went and he didn't care. He didn't care what It's most recent message said either. All he knew was that the journal must die, and all he wanted to know was how to kill it. "Tonight," Aiden said with the determination of ten people. "Tonight we start trying to kill the journal." The girls knew exactly how he was felling, the with the same determination, they agreed to help Aiden with his grim task. The next few weeks seened like a blur to Aiden, as the three of them tried to destroy the book. First they ripped it up and threw it in the garbage, but when Aiden woke up the next day, it was on his desk, mysteriously unharmed. They drove to a beach, got out of the car, and threw it into the dark water, but when they returned to the car, there it was, lying in the passenger seat. Then they left it in the middle of a field, but when they returned home, the terror that was the book was lying on Aiden's bed. Aiden had had enough. He got out a pen and wrote on the pages, choosing his words carefully, but forcefully, he wrote  "How can I kill you?" A few seconds later, words appeared under his sentence. "HEHEHEH!! I can only meet my demise if the malice comes full circle." Aiden knew the book was making fun of him now. "What does that mean??" he wrote furiously. "Your a smart kid, figure it out." Aiden wanted to take the book and throw it agianst the wall, but he knew it wouldn't do a thing. In his rage, he wasn't thinking clearly. Aiden grabbed It and went out into the kitchen. He grabbed an old box of matches from a dust-ridden shelf and went back through the house, where Ivy and Helena were waiting for him. "What are you doing? Do you have an idea?" Ivy asked hopefully. "Yeah. Get the gas tank in the garage." said Aiden solomnly. She ran toward the garage. Helena turned to him. "I know what you're going to do. But where?" she asked. "Xander's room. I asked the journal how to kill it, and it said to kill it where it began." said Aiden with more determination than ever. As He turned to go to Xander's apartment, Helena touched his shoulder. He turned around confused, wondering what error she could possibley see in his plan. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean... Are you sure that's the answer to It's riddle?" Aiden and Helena starred into eachothers' eyes for what seemed like an eternity. "I hope so." Aiden said softly, and then turned once agian towards Xander's room, still confidant. When he got there the Thing was in the middle of the floor in the eerily empty, white apartment. Ivy was standing beside it, gas tank in hand. Ivy starred at Aiden as he walked in the doorway, Helena close behind him. "You ready?" Ivy asked. Aiden took a nervous gulp of trembleing anxiety. "Yeah." He said. Ivy walked closer to the paged demon, and spilled at least half the tank on it. Aiden started to walk towards it. "Wait!" Ivy shouted, shattering the intense silence. "I want to do it." She said. Aiden looked down at the matches, then at Ivy. He put out his hand and Ivy quickly grabbed the matches. She put the gas tank down on the floor and took a match out. She scraped it across the box, the flame snappped into creation, the three friends transfixed on it's dim glow. Aiden's mind raced with the thought of the the evil book going up in flames. The joyous emotions he would feel with his tormentor finally destroyed. Ivy's shaky hand guided the faithful light up until it was hovering over the demented fiend. Then, her fingers released the match. The flame fell and Aiden's anxiety became all but unbearable as his eyes watched the fire fall. Fall upon the Beast, killing it, along with the horrible memories it gave him. But then, Aiden's bright hopefulness shifted into dark terror as the horridle journal's all too familiar laughter filled his ears. As the match came closer to the journal, he saw what was going to happen. The gas tank was too close to the book, and was going to catch fire. And explode. In a flash of pure instinct, Aiden whirled around and grabbed Helena. He turned out of the doorway and into the hall. He knew it was all too late for Ivy as he heard her scream of bloody terror followed by the deafening explosion of the gas tank. The sound of death. The sound of loss. Aiden and Helena just laid there in silance for a long while until Aiden congered up enough courage to walk back into the room, Helena followed. The pale floorwas blackened with soot. Ivy's remains where thrown across the roomand lay in a mangled heap near one of the room's four walls. And toboth Aiden's and Helena's terror, in the middle of the room, the pitch-black book lay, unharmed in the same position it had been in befor the terrible explosion. Sheer horror filled Aiden's body as he realized he got the riddle wrong. But how? the demon said "I can only meet my demise if the malice comes full circle." The malice did come full circle. Maybe it didn't start in Xander's room. May it started at Xander's birth or.. Just at Xander. Yes, that had to be it. the book must be returned to Xander for the demon to die! Aiden looked at Helena. He knew she was thinking the exact same thing. Aiden ran into the middle of the room and picked up the horrid creature and then ran out into the hall, down the steps, through the door, and into the car, where Helena had already turned the key. He slammed the door shut, but Helena was already out of the driveway and onto the roud when it shut. It was dark and foggy. Neither of them noticed. They wanted the Thing gone too badly to loose their synchronized focus. The car tore into the graveyard, and they flew out of the car and started running. Running to Xander. Running to end all the dreadful pain. They got to Xander's head stone, and everything seemed to slow down. Everytyhing became quiet, silent. Aiden looked at the stone, then at the ground. Then, he looked at Helena. She starred back. He knew what to do. Aiden took a step back. He gripped the dark journal tighter. He pulled his arm back. He wanted to make this count. He took a deep breathe. And flung the creature at the stone like a disc. It stuck in the ground by a corner. Then, the sound of the It's cruel laughter slowly turning into a wail of desparation and ending shocked Aiden with the sencetivily frigid feeling of death. The unbearable anxiety Aiden felt this whole time was released all at once, putting him into a blissfully mellow trance that lasted. Lasted all the way to the car with Helena. All the why home. Through the door and into the house, the feeling lasted. It lasted as Helena walked into her apartment and shut her door. It lasted as Aiden turned the knob to his apartment and opened his door. It lasted as he jumped onto his bed. It lasted as he closed his eyes and finally, finally relaxed his muscles for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. But it ended as the journal's hidious laughter filled his ears agian.