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hauntedROOM -2nd Arc: WyattNotting-

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The note’s message crept me out. How long had it been there? Why was it there in the first place? Was I supposed to find it or was someone else supposed to? There were only questions, no answers to be found at the moment.

Returning to the screen I noticed there was a new message waiting for me.

WHY NOTHING BEGINS?


Then it blurred in the similar fashion to read:

WYATTNOTTING BEGINS.


Suddenly the screen went black.

I stood there with the piece of paper still in hand, thinking: Who was still here? What did it all mean? And that maybe, just maybe this was all a mistake.

Somehow all of this felt like it wasn’t my story to experience or to tell. However I was already a part of it. And as much as I wanted to leave, I wasn’t leaving without the truth.

Flashing my light around the room again, I began to notice some things that I didn’t before.

The grandfather clock hadn’t been touched since the last time the manager was here I assumed. And then I looked at the pictures on the wall. Casting the light here and there I saw family photos and other frames indicating the manager’s various achievements apparently.  Awards and several letters of gratitude plus a military diploma indicating he had served time in the navy.  It would seem that the manager prided on his achievements and family. Then there were objects and books on shelves ranging from various subjects. Not wanting to waste time I went to retreat back to the computer when something caught my eye.

The family photos—there was a boy in them that looked very familiar.

It wasn’t until I looked at the others ones that it dawned on me.

The boy was the same one I had encountered in the forest of my youth!  

How odd.  

When I looked at the photos again, I realized there was a ‘jump’ of some kind.  The timeline that the photos seemed to present had a gap in them.  Following from birth to toddler to a young child then nothing … at least until in his late teens and early adult years.  What ever happened to the one from the years of his teenage youth? Had no one taken any photos of it? Or was it merely erased?

But then I thought, maybe this is a part of the key to this overall mystery—the boy was the key or at least part of it.

Returning to the computer screen, I saw it read:

CONTINUE?
YES OR NO


I merely had to sit down to serve as my answer as the screen blinked YES as my corresponding answer. With my answer given, the screen appeared to return to the homescreen I had accessed prior to delving into the StiellaHare file.  Only this time it merely had nothing but the WyattNotting file. None of the other files in the other languages or the StiellaHare one remained.

Clicking on the WyattNotting file, it brought me to another screen asking for the next disc to be inserted.

I blanked.

What next disc?

Panic started to well up inside me as I saw the screen type more words for me to read.

TIME LIMIT:
5 MINUTES
FIND THE DISC OF STIELLAHARE.


Glancing around the room, I knew now that this entire room was a part of this mystery.  The flashlight whirled all over the place. Dashing left and right as the seconds began to tick down.

Then the screen seemed to beep with a warning.

IF DISC NOT FOUND THE ALARM WILL SOUND.


My eyes bulged at that.

If it was saying what I thought it was saying, it was going to let loose the entire alarm system of the university campus. I'd be screwed if it happened.  Working fast, I shuffled through the objects on the desk, bookshelves, everything never by—but then something dawned on me...

Turning back at the grandfather clock, I felt the soft crinkle of the age old paper with the words I'M STILL HERE written on it in my hands.

If the note was anything but a clue, then the disc had to be.....

Somewhere inside the grandfather clock!

Dashing to the grandfather clock, I patted it all over and around—everywhere.

The beeping intensified.

Finally my fingers grazed something cold and smooth.

Pulling it out it was the next disc!

Labelled: StiellaHare.

Glee sprouted across my face as I bolted back to the computer, just in time too as the last minute ticked away in mere seconds.

Inserting the disc, I watched as the screen beeped in recognition of the disc.

STILL HERE
YOU ARE STILL HERE
THANK YOU


Then it went back to nothingness.

And I waited patiently for the next segment to happen in this wacked out mystery.

From what I had learned from the first one, I wasn't planning on making any mistakes with this one, if possible.

Then the screen flickered with a question. More like a riddle once I read it twice. But it didn't seem to make the least bit of sense...

"From now until morrow, forever in sorrow.
I await in slumber, only to remember.
Everything that I've lost, things that never last.
Now I'll awake, and then I'll make.
Them all pay, for what happened that day.
You've been warned, you've been maimed."


Studying the words, I couldn't really understand at a first glance, but the more I looked at them, the more I realized how important they may become in my search for the truth.
It felt like it was more of a warning to me or to anyone that read these words....

There was something more to this story and I intended to find out exactly what it is.

Suddenly the air got cold.

There was another presence in the room with me.

Like the whole scene with the video on the computer screen of me with something else that looked like a weird rip-off of the Slenderman stuff everyone kept referring to on the internet...

Glancing over my shoulder I saw only darkness with the dim glow of my flashlight in front of me, I returned my gaze to the screen and nearly SCREAMED.

Breathing heavily I stared at my reflection, only it wasn’t my reflection…but rather it was blank.

Or rather my face had been etched out slowly by something sharp on the screen. Like a knife or a pen of some kind…

Suddenly my eyes opened to reveal only blood, tears of blood crying down my cheeks and I squeezed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut to stop the building scream that had been threatening to escape.

When I opened my eyes again, the screen was back to normal. Instead now with more words, more instructions for me to follow...

NOTHING IS WITHOUT LIFE FLUID.
EVERYTHING BEGINS IN NOTHINGNESS.
BUT WHERE DOES NOTHING BEGIN?


Then blackened once more before summoning another screen, another game it appeared to be for me to play.

Logging in, already there was a file labelled WyattNotting for me to play.

Clicking on the name, I was transported elsewhere once again.

I seemed to be in nothingness.

Everything was dark, no light, no warmth, no nothing.

It seemed to swallow me whole, the darkness.

However I tried moving and I seemed to swim across this vast ocean of nothingness.
But there was no where to go. No one to greet. Nothing to find nor go to.

It felt cold, yet it wasn't. Soft caresses across my skin felt like nothing I had ever felt before. It everywhere and yet nowhere.

After a while of swimming, I felt like I hadn't really moved anywhere. But it was probably because of everything being of darkness. I, its colourful stain, in the deep ocean of nothingness.

All the sudden...something grabbed my foot.

HARD.

It felt like I had been ripped away from the blackness and into light as I fell away, fell away into white nothingness.

But it was warm, just faintly, like a mother's touch. Closing my eyes, I smiled. And a memory came to me.

A memory from long ago sprouted and bloomed. And I was a child again. Young and carefree. I could see the moon and the night sky stretching before me. And my mother was beside me, pointing out the constellations. Telling me each and every ones' story. Then she told me the story how we came to be.

Our origins.

"Long long ago, when the earth was still young," yes she began it like that, "and we were not yet born, the world existed in perfect harmony. The cosmos was clear. And there was little conflict upon our world.

"But one day...

"There was a creature that defied the world order, an imp of strange power, neither bordered the order or chaos, but of in-between. Well he wanted company, companionship, because merely existing alone is full of sorrow for many. And the imp knew of a certain power that the earth granted to those that wished deeply for, the power rested in the stars that fell to the earth, recreating the origin energies to create and change the world.

"But what appeared to be a simple request went wrong..."

But why mommy?" I had asked curiously.

The expression she had given me that day was world-weary and distant. Like as if she had seen all the horrors this world had to present to us. The horrors she had always wanted me to remain ignorant of but could not...

And simply said:

"Everything has a price in life. There's no rewards without its consequence. No guarantees for every prayer and wish.

"And the imp was about to discover for himself exactly the price of filling in the loneliness he had bore with for so long...

"The first humans came into being not soon long after, first they were blank slates, needing guidance and whatnot. The imp guided them and taught them all they needed to know of the world they now coexisted within. Eventually these first humans learned the good and evil aspect and was tempted by evil...

"Eventually the evil gave birth to new kinds of powers....violence, cruelty, hatred--everything that's now wrong with our world.

And the poor imp could do nothing but watch, and watch he did for the next several millennium, riddled by the guilt of unleashing such unspeakable horrors upon the world he had called home...

However, not all was lost...

"It is said whenever a great change, a good one, is about to happen to the world, the imp will appear to aid the individuals or group--never abandoning them to his mistakes.

"Even now Mommy?" I had asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, even now," she tickled me, the much younger me, until I was in tears and my shrieks filled the night sky.

Surely the imp could hear me then. But when I needed him the most, he wasn't.

Life changed, especially drastically after my mother passed away suddenly.

In an instant, the very thing she had warned me to guard myself from, came and stole one of the very few precious things dear to me on this world...

It was quick. It was fast. It was sudden. Like a tornado that invaded my life suddenly and ripped me from my roots and spun me elsewhere.

A robbery gone wrong.

The usual incident that many superheroes and superheroines faced when regarding their past. The criminal killing a loved one. And the hero unable to do anything to prevent it.

Everything changed in an instant. The chilling laughter of my mother's killer still haunts my dreams. As the gun fires, straight for my mother, straight for my heart with it...

Eyes snapped opened as I saw I was actually falling through a sea of monsters, or rather of my own fears and darkness from within my own heart. I knew it was all an illusion. Whoever was behind this madness was only trying to confirm my weakness. But I would not be beaten!

Taking in a deep breath, I screamed at the top of my lungs mentally of course—forcing always all the fears and lies and everything threatening to swallow me whole.

Then I heard a voice.

Why nothing happens to you ever…until now? The further you go into the rabbit hole, you may never recover or be the same again. You’ve been warned.


Suddenly my whole body seemed to jolt out of the experience.

I found myself on the floor of the manager’s office once more. Sitting upwards I saw that one of the picture frames had fallen. Cracked glass surrounded it as I crawled over to it, the light of my flashlight bouncing and dancing along the jagged edges. It was of the boy as a child huddled under the blankets with a flashlight pointing at the closet door or something. Like as if the boy knew there were monster that went bump in the night. The fears and weakness that shone in his eyes and yet the determination to face them was empowering.

Lifting the photo out of the frame, something fell out—another piece of folded paper.

Unfolding it, I read the words scribbled quickly:

WHY NOTHING BEGINS
NOT EVEN IMERSED IN THE DARKNESS
OUR FEARS ARE NOT THE STRONGEST
WHEN WE HAVE OUR LIGHTS
ONLY WHEN WE STAND TOGETHER
WILL NOTHING END TRULY?


The mystery just seem to deepen further. I needed more answers. Feeling the photo crispness in my hands, I flipped it over to see if they was anything on it and to my surprise there was something written there.

WHY NOTHING ENDS HERE
UNTIL WE HAVE DUG THE LAST GRAVES







***END OF 2ND ARC: WYATTNOTTING***
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"


hauntedROOM is a pseudo-paranormal psychological thriller that happens to Megrisck, a sophomore at an undisclosed university. Taking place in the university's gym basement level inside the computer lab, Megrisck investigates the abandoned manager office in the back. Inside the room the narrator begins to uncover the details surrounding a mysterious "incident" that happened to the previous manager. Discovering a disc with the label: TheoDore, she begins her investigation through the 1st file labelled simply as StiellaHare. As the mystery deepens, Megrisck's life may never be normal ever again after this......

Continuing the mystery, Megrisck accesses the 2nd file labelled WyattNotting, taking her a trip through past memories and hidden scars. Journeying deep into the abyss of nothingness, Megrisck attempts to uncover more clues and answers concerning the mysterious youth she encountered during the StiellaHare Arc. However what one may find there may not always be what they originally desired nor wished to remember...


This is your LAST CHANCE.

CONTINUE?

YES OR NO




Return to 1st Arc: StiellaHare here: [link]




Story & all that jazz credit goes to me, :iconthewritermab:
please AND thank you! <3
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Sketchscape's avatar
I can't wait till the 3rd Arc.