INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I felt a warm breeze coming from the kitchen area, and I looked over to the stairs and saw what looked like a human-like figure 1standing at the bottom of the stairs. 2
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STORY #1 (55 tweets, 5 participants)

I felt a warm breeze coming from the kitchen area, and I looked over to the stairs and saw what looked like a human-like figure 1 All of a sudden the lights start to flicker. 2As it straightened up and ran to the stairs to where I was standing, I shit you not, the figure was still there, but it was 3standing on the ceiling like it was looking back at me. 4 The figure slid into view exposing itself to be yellow and sponge-like. It asked if I wanted to go jellyfishing. 5 I could not respond because of how fearful I was. It continued to chant: "Jellyfishing, jellyfishing, jellyfishing." 6 My chest hurt. I realized I had been holding my breath out of fear. I exhaled, but it came out into a rasp. "Jellyfishing?" I gulped. 7 The creature's huge eyes darted, then locked gazes with mine. It smiled, exposing its buck teeth as huge as tombstones. 8In the most horrifying way, I have never seen anything like it before. It stared at me with those big brown eyes, and then 9it spoke to me. 10 "Yes, jellyfishing." It said eerily. "It has become quite stale and frustrating recently because of plastic polluting the jellyfish fields."11 "So I've moved on to bigger fish." I knew what the creature meant so I dashed to the kitchen table and pulled a shotgun from underneath it.12 13It was a slob of the same black vein, and the same fish that was still standing on the table. I put the gun away, and 14started backing into the kitchen. The voice was saying 'get up' and that was the end. I forced myself to run back to the kitchen as 15fast as my legs would carry me. I saw the voice again, clear as day. 'Help me'. I turned around and finally saw 16 Vomit. Fecal. Urine. 17 I gagged. The disgusting muck stank to high heavens. Flies were everywhere. The voice laughed a haughty laugh. The fish seemed to grin. 18 "This is a nightmare," I thought. "It must be." The spongy creature rasped, "No darling. THIS. IS. REAL. As real as you and me." 19I was paralyzed. This was no longer panic or even a nightmare. 'What happened to me?' 20 Behind me, the creature continued to laugh. The fish's shrill wail echoed in the darkened hall. I ran. That was all I can do. I ran. 21 The kitchen hall suddenly warped into a tunnel. My feet hit the tiled floor hard. Ugly, black veins coursed on the walls and ceiling. 22 They pulsated. Like heartbeat. Like the walls were coming alive. I screamed. The tunnel darkened. "Damn sponge!" I cursed. 23'Damn it!' I screamed at the top of my lungs. The tunnel was shaking. I could feel a tremor form in my lungs. I stopped. The 24darkness enveloped me. 25 "Is he dead? He's not moving." "He's sleeping. Come now." Footsteps shuffled away. A loud clang of metal gate, locking into place. 26 My head pounded. I opened my eyes. Everything was so blurry. A naked lightbulb flickered overhead. I moaned; I felt dizzy. 27I was trapped. I began to hear whispers. Suddenly, a pair of bloody eyes opened and stared at me. 28 The bloodshot eyes belonged to me. I was standing before a full-length mirror. My dark hair was a mess. Skin took a pale hue. 29 I was in a dirty bathroom. Whispers echoed and faded. On my right, past the cracked toilet bowl, a locked gate stood erected. 30I felt something grab my waist. 'You're going to die', I thought. 31 "What the hell?" I growled. She said nothing, but pleaded with her eyes to spare her any ill-will. She was still holding onto my waist. 32 "I have the key," she said softly. "We need to escape." "Where are we?" I pulled myself away from her delicate fingers. "Who are you?" 33 34I asked. 'Why are you here?' She put her hands on my knees. 'The rest is a lie. A torture.' She reached into her pocket 35and pulled out a picture. It had a small scrawl. I plucked it out. It was a picture of me and a woman. I didn't recognize her. 36 It was an old picture. The woman looked pretty, hair long to the waist. I stood next to her, my short hair combed neatly to the side. We did not smile. The scrawl read: "Family, 1949." I frowned. This wasn't right. I wasn't born yet back then. 38 "All lies," the little girl whispered. "But the picture is the truth. You have to remember." I lost it, pushed her away. "What is all this? I don't know this woman. I am not around in the 50s! Who are you anyway?" I must be going insane, I thought. 39 "Escape. Remember who you were. What you have done," she said. She ran to the gate and gave it a yank. It opened with a creak. Then she disappeared down the hallway. I noticed the mirror has fogged up. I exited the filthy bathroom, trying hard to remember...what? 40After a few minutes, I found myself in a complete darkness bedroom. I stepped back, careful not to step on anything. 41Stepping onto the cold wood floor, I recalled the fact that I had been here before. 42 But this didn't change the situation. 43 I ventured for a light switch. Flicked it on. The bright light hurt my eyes. After adjusting to the brightness, I realized I was in a bedroom with hardwood floors. The bed was dirty, unkempt. A ripped teddy bear on the floor. The wallpaper yellowed with age. Musty smell. 44 "Is this my room?" I thought. There was a picture frame propped on the dresser. I raised it to my face to inspect it. Again, a picture of me, dressed immaculately in a brown suit and matching fedora. Not smiling, intense eyes staring back. I set the frame back down. 45 I was starting to remember. But it can't be. I was just heading to the kitchen for a glass of water; it was a warm night. Then that strange spongy creature stood there at the stairway...and now here I was in a dilapidated, but familiar bedroom. My bedroom. 46My bedroom, my bed. I could see my now childish face. I felt my lungs burning as I felt the stare of the man on the photo. 47 I pushed the thoughts away. I exited the bedroom and found myself standing in the kitchen. The exact same kitchen when everything started. The pain, the blood, the darkness. Now I remember. 48 It was 1949. I lost my mother during the war. Since then I had been hopping from one orphanage to the next. "Difficult youngster," they said. One day, while I was tending to my wounds after a scuffle with a bully, SHE appeared. She was young, very pretty. And seemingly kind. 49 She was like a mother to me. She kissed my bruised knuckles and chided softly, "You were brave, standing up to the bully like that, when no one does." I looked away. I didn't want to let her know I was being suicidal. At least beaten by a bully sounded heroic. 50I smiled. 'I'll be fine, I'll see you one day.' She smiled at me, then started to walk away. 51 She stood next to my bed that very night. The dorm was quiet, everyone was asleep. The white curtains billowed softly in the night breeze. And there she was standing over me. She smiled. "I can take you away from here. Another life, you and I. No fear, no pain." 52 "I can make you young forever. Stronger than anyone else. You can make your own freedom, not chained to this place." Her eyes glowed amber in the darkness. "We shall travel together across the globe. All you need to do is love me back, and I you. Always." I accepted her offer 53 All I remembered that night was the night breeze upon my skin from the open window, and the sight of her glistening fangs. Then everything went dark. She was the woman in the photo. We did travel across the globe; even across time. I remember now. I remember. 54I remember the woman staring at me, exactly as I was about to show her the photo. I remember being in that time of dream, with a sort of foreboding sensation that was always so vivid, that I was able to tell it was a dream. 55

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STORY #2 (11 tweets, 4 participants)

I felt a warm breeze coming from the kitchen area, and I looked over to the stairs and saw what looked like a human-like figure 1standing at the bottom of the stairs. 2 Without thinking twice, I headed there. I heard footsteps. Suddenly, I felt a whisper behind my back. 3“Stop it. Time for bed.” still shocked by the sound of two strangers talking in the dark. I turned around and saw a 4hand coming from behind me. 5 I turned around and realises the hand belongs to my beloved grandmother. 6 That should have reassured me. But it did not. My grandmother has been dead for 10 years. 7 And she said to me, "where's my bedroom?" When in fact she has never came to my new house before. 8 I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought it was a dream -or a nightmare- but I was very awake. Grandma, is this you? I said. 9 I was going to hug her when... 10 I realised I had no arms 11

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STORY #3 (9 tweets, 4 participants)

I felt a warm breeze coming from the kitchen area, and I looked over to the stairs and saw what looked like a human-like figure 1standing at the bottom of the stairs. 2 Without thinking twice, I headed there. I heard footsteps. Suddenly, I felt a whisper behind my back. 3“Stop it. Time for bed.” still shocked by the sound of two strangers talking in the dark. I turned around and saw a 4hand coming from behind me. 5 I turned around and realises the hand belongs to my beloved grandmother. 6 That should have reassured me. But it did not. My grandmother has been dead for 10 years. 7 "You never call me, Esther, have you forgotten my number" my grandma said as her voice change from soft to metallic 8 Then her silhouette shattered on the floor until it dissappeared and I felt again this warm breeze coming from the kitchen. 9

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