Nightmarish Reality (Preview) - Ch 9
PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, CHAPTERS
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Stranger
I lifted my head to wipe the tears from my eyes. I leaped off my bed and closed my room door. It wouldn’t be long until Mom and Isa arrived home, so I began to change. My fingers touched the mouse next to my computer. I put on my shirt and took a seat in my chair.
I browsed every chatroom that I could find online, searching for someone to talk to. My favorite place of all was the NIGHTMARE ROOM. I had a dozen screen names that were all under different accounts: BAHOO, MLN, ZONE-COM, and so on. Under the screen name MYSTERIOUS BOY_NIGHT TERRORS, I began typing away and chatting to total strangers.
It was easier to talk to them about anything. I just made sure not to include too much personal information, such as my real name and where I lived. Most people online were nice and helpful; they’d offer me advice without fear or without favors. Others told me that they too had suffered from the same experiences, yet I knew they were only saying this just to get closer to me.
The majority of people online were men, who were just perverts looking to hookup with minors or to have a one nightstand with an adult stranger. An IM screen popped up and someone by the name of COOL DADDY_665 introduced himself to me.
“I understand everything you go through. It must be hard to suffer so much, so young. I can help you.” He or she appeared from out of nowhere. Their username wasn’t even listed in the chatroom itself.
Maybe he’s in invisible mode? I thought.
I typed out a message; my fingers quickly did the work for me with such skill and ease.
“Hi, how are you? Do you really understand my dilemma? I doubt that you would,” I replied.
Little did I know that in the shadows, slender thin fingers glided over a smooth surface. A wicked smile crossed his lips. The glowing computer screen emanated from the dim, barren room as if it was the only light source left. “If you must know, the nightmares I have every night are very real to me. I wake up with bruises and scars I’ve never seen before. We are both going through the same phenomenon. What is your ASL?” COOL DADDY_665 asked.
“You might just be pullin’ my leg, so you can meet up with me and kidnap me and all that shit.” I shook my head at his response.
He typed a quicker reply than I imagined. “I would never do that. I’m a boy just like you. I’m eighteen. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you a picture if you want.”
I stopped myself and then stared at the screen as if I had found a precious stone. Included my ASL, which stood for age, sex, and location.
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Chapter 1 - The Nightmare That Started It All
Chapter 18 - A Streak Of Green
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