![]() ![]() A shattered violin upon a gray, most likely wooden floor, now deconstructed to a mere mess of pieces and snapped strings, barely recognizable of its original form. Looking down just once, however, made it a lot clearer what the theme of the polaroids were. Not many details could be made out from inspecting alone, but the general ambience of it felt quite frightful nonetheless. The thick cover moved out of the way to the motion of his hand and revealed the first photo: a foreboding, monochromatic and blurry capture of a wall. With a single deep breath to gather up crumbly pieces of composure, Hero placed his fingers on the book’s edge and began to flip through it. Fear loomed over the six, just as it did for each and every of them the preceding night, and being together didn’t seem to mitigate it much. The intense silence pursuing his reaction spoke volumes, as the four others - even Hero with his hallmark temperance and hard-to-fall temperament - failed to examine the album decisively. After Kel fetched the album, Sunny tucked his chin into his knees and fell into even more silence, a layer deeper than his lack of any audible words spoken. Sunny took his turn to disclose from where his sister left off and picked up the album, promptly giving it out to the rest of his friends, his shaky arm almost begging for them to take it for him through his utterly desperate motion. She and Sunny turned pale at the seemingly imposing question. “Think what?” Hero was even more concerned. We could only think…” Mari trailed off, unable to find any more of her mind left to uphold her frail voice. “The storage room is the only room in our house that doesn’t have a window. “How so?” Hero was both curious and concerned. “We didn’t think the quote was to be taken literally, but it was.” “.In the storage room of our house.” Mari finally was able to string together coherent words. Mine is green like the grass.” Basil pitched in. He darted his vision over at Basil and continued, “.is it yours, by any chance?” “Right,” Hero was quick to pick up the soundless answer from her. The album laid upon her lap did speak volumes, however. “I…” Mari tried to speak up, but dread quickly sewed her mouth shut. “Let’s start with whatever we all saw at the end of our horrible nightmares…” ![]() “Alright, let’s get going.” Hero began their venture down the deep dark chasm of their nightmares. Returning to present, where the close friends had constructed a good nest for the night out in the living room, the talk arrived much to the anticipation of all of them. All in all, it was still a sleepover at the end of the day, and trying to garner what little comfort there is to try and soundly pass through the night didn’t seem excessive to any of the two or the friend group as a whole. Another hour passed by, Basil and Aubrey made their way to the house, each of them a pillow and a blanket in hand. Hero could very much make out the abject look of dread upon the face of Sunny and his girlfriend, not that they were bothered to hide any of it. After their short dinner, they found themselves rushing to the two brothers’ house before anyone else did, without - or rather unable to forget - fetching along with them the photobook and the camcorder. Together with their puny courage and mental integrity, they only made it through eight of all the photos. ![]() Of course, that’s not where the worst part of it all was, but rather what came to Sunny and Basil’s mind after she was subjected to the fall.īeing given a foresight did not help Mari prepare herself more at all. A primordially and radically different outcome of the fight that took place on top of the flight of stairs within their home: Mari didn’t make it. It’s safe to say the nightmares were interconnected, for what the photos showed Sunny and Aubrey. They only had so much courage to check the former, however, not that it would be wise for them to jump down the rabbit hole without knowing how deep it goes down. Aside from the photo album found in the toy box, there was another object found beneath Sunny’s traumatizing violin: an old, yet entirely functional camcorder. It would have been plenty enjoyable if it wasn’t for how little they could pay their minds to the warmth of their innocent and childish joy.Īs for Sunny and Mari, they were the most eager to join in with the rest of their friends - of course not for the best of reasons. The sleepover took place just as planned out, as the friend group found themselves huddling in their respective pillows and blankets brought over from their house. Night approached Faraway as it did for the entire half of the globe. ![]()
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