The Afternoon of Nightmares

The Cold wind caressed his cheek. A single tear dropped onto the frozen ground. He felt himself getting weaker and weaker. The power he had previously possessed was gone. His legs felt heavy and it was terribly hard to make his arms up and down. He went onto his Knees with an ‘Uh’. With no emotion on his face, he started to laugh very, very slightly. It was the kind of Laugh, which was not a humorous kind, but a painful kind of laugh. A few years ago he was living a Normal life in the middle of London. He had Normal friends and went to a Normal Public School called ‘St. Valistican’s’. He had a Normal Mother and Father. But then why was he in this mess? What caused this Downfall? Why was he now having his powers being drained? To be honest, he Could not answer this questions himself. He kept on repeating the phrase ‘Maybe it was because of’ and try to end the sentence. Every time he tried to do this, he either came up with an option too unreasonable or he would just not be able to come up with an option. He saw, what looked like Golden leaves, coming up from below. He looked down to see that each leaf coming up also caused the part of his body to come off. He had no emotion. He was accustomed to these types of Odd situations, which he would not have been able to say a year ago. A single tear rolled down his cheek as memories of his family flooded his mind. He tried to fight these emotions, but it was impossible. He took his final breathe and before you could say ‘melancholy’ he was now gone with all of the evidence. Quarlo was just a normal boy that went to a normal school and led a normal life. The school in fact was St. Valistican’s as I mentioned before. Something special was about this school. This school was built over an old burial tomb and there was a rumer that the people. Who died in the burial yard haunt the school. There was even a rumer that someone in the school used to be possessed by one. The teachers tried to discourage spreading these rumers, but it never worked. These rumers have carried on to this day. There is even an extra one about a boy who went to Valistican’s but one day disappeared. This boy was indeed Quarlo. He started at the school at the age of 3 and then vanished at age 8 and reappeared years later. ‘But why and how did he disappear?’ you may be questioning yourself, but I will not say the answer as if I write the answer the entire story will be spoilt. Anyway, Quarlo was a very bright boy indeed. He read a few books; some has the thickness of 10 pens stacked upon each other. He was a small for his age and had fair skin accompainied with grey glasses. His glasses seemed like it was curled towards you and whenever you saw it, it was clean. One day, before assembely Quarlo was washing his hands when he noticed a door in the Bathroom. This was nothing new as he had seen this door plenty of times, but this time the door was open. He did not know what was in there. In his mind it could be nothing or it could be an entrance to a mysterious world. He opened the door with a creak. A small light shined at the end. He took one step into the tunnel and let go of the door. That was a mistake. The door slammed behind him, he jumped up once he heard it. He banged on the door wishing and praying someone would hear him as he could not open it from the inside. But just then, something happened, something mysterious. The door disappeared. Quarlo knew he was in here. But something felt odd, he felt like he was in this situation before. Quarlo sat on the floor thinking about where he had seen it before. He came to a conclusion that he had read it in a book. Maybe? He knew this story; he just did not know where from. He dusted himself off and walked down the tunnel hoping that he might remember as goes on. He looked left and right as he aimlessly walked down the path. Eventually he bumped into a wooden door or wall. He felt his shoes being covered with water. The sound of the water dripping made a scary atmosphere. He put his hand on it and moved it around the wood, he felt another piece of wood sticking out. “It has to be a door.” he said with hesitation. He put his hand on the ’door’ and tried to look for the knob. He found a spheric shape, with water dripping from it. He knew it was the knob. Quarlo got himself ready to face whatever it was at the other side of the door, which was most likely water. He twisted the spheric shape and took a step back. A sudden wave of water came, he thought he would wait a few minutes until all the water drained. The water kept going, the water was endless and it was filling the room at an alarming rate. If he stayed there he was going to drown, their was no doubt about that, the water was already up to his waist! He took of his shoes so there would because in his swimming class, which he stopped after a year, he was taught this. He swam into the room the door led into, he swam up and up until he saw a faint light. He thought he was getting closer, but Quarlo, like any other human was running out of air. His face was getting red and his moves started to slow down, soon Quarlo knew that his fate was coming and as a desperate last attempt he inhaled some water like in the character in his book. Instead of water that went into his mouth it was Oxygen. He did not know this yet but he had unlocked on of his 5 special powers. With this power he swam upward, inhaling and exhaling. Once he reached the top it felt like 20 people were holding onto his pants for dear life and when he tried to get out of the water the number doubled. He had nowhere to dry himself, he would have to have this constant weight of 20 people pulling onto his trousers. He trudged on. This time it was not a knob dripping, it was his brown-jumpered and blue trousered school uniform. He continued walking down the whining path trying to find out what happens in the story next, the moment of shock had gone. He tried to make as little noise as possible. He looked down at his watch and found it nit to be working. He shrugged this off, it was just a watch after all. Meanwhile, outside of this mysterious and magical cave, everyone else who was his age were a year older. Of course Quarlo did not know. How could Quarlo know that he had been gone in a year?, how could Quarlo know his Parents had lost hope in finding him? 10 minutes in this world was a half year in the real world.