As a writer, you may find that stepping away from your work for a short matter of time will make you feel like something is missing. You will find yourself remembering the incredible stories you used to tell and how well your tales were received. Of course, returning to your work is another story. Pun intended. Do you sink back into the methods you remember using, or do you try something completely different in hopes of it all turning out better than before? It is a story of yours, after all.
I had finally finished unpacking my last cardboard box, just the day after I had moved to a new apartment in a town I hadn't before touched. It wasn't exactly the dream apartment I had been hoping for, but it was livable all the same. I could hear a couple arguing outside my window. It was a shame they couldn't have at least tried soundproofing this place. I tried ignoring it. After all, I was going to have to get used to it if I was to live hear for a year. That's the length of time I had signed the lease for anyways.
I tossed the cardboard box aside, planning on taking it outside later on, and I made my way to my computer desk. I had gotten it all set up yesterday, I just needed to get my new wireless internet set up with it. You may assume me to be the kind of person to surf the internet and watch random, goofy videos for hours on end, as that is the kind of personality I give off. I'm often a rather laid back person, unless the off chance something upsets me. However, I have been trying to combat this with the latest thing I've turned to, which you might call horror.
I can't exactly say why I got into horror. Perhaps it was the grotesque imagery, or maybe the dark and twisted storylines buried beneath the surface. It's like spicy food, I know I shouldn't have it, as it might upset a part of me, however, I crave it.
Something else you should know about me, as far as my computer goes, is the fact that I used to be a writer. At some point I had several books in print. They didn't exactly sell incredibly well, but I adored them all the same. I had several copies of each book siting on my bookshelf. There's just something about your name being printed on a book that you can't quite replicate.
As I sat down in my cushioned computer desk chair, I heard my door squeak behind me and my dog follow me in here to hide under my desk, just beside my feet. She scares me sometimes, but she is always incredibly cute, the way she cuddles up next to me. It makes me feel somewhat important.
I leaned down and petted her soft head for a minute or so, before coming back up with a smile and turning on my computer. It took a minute, but after it booted up, I put in all the information to set up my Wi-Fi, and I was set and ready to go. The first thing I wanted to look into online was horror. You see, something I may have neglected to tell you was that I had plans to write another book, following the genre of horror. It was something I felt I was familiar with enough to write an interesting plot around. Besides, people these days love horror, they eat it up. I had very little doubt in my mind that this book would, in the very least, appeal to a few more people than my previous books had, and lead me into selling a few more copies.
I knew of several authors that had started out following one genre and deciding to turn to another and finding massive success. Perhaps horror would be my big break. After searching through the internet, I found several videos I thought would provide the perfect horrifying inspiration for my book. After all, if it was something that terrified me, it would have to terrify my audience as well, right?
Scrolling through the pages and pages of videos, I stumbled across one with a title that caught my eye, "The Invisible Door". What else I was I to do besides click it?
After the page loaded, the video did as well. I was partially taken aback by the speed of my internet. The last provider I had, this would have taken several minutes to load. The video started out with a man holding a camera in a dark room, dimly lit by a yellow light. All I could hear was his shaky, heavy breathing, as he shown his camera slowly turning around the room. I could barely make anything out. The room was bare white with about three closed doors around the room. As he slowly shifted the camera to each door, an audible squeaking could be heard. You may believe it to be coming from one of the doors, but as he shown the camera around, the doors remained closed but the squeaking continued.
I waited patiently for the conclusion of the video, when the camera shifted to the face of the man holding the camera. All I saw were glowing red eyes and what looked like horns poking out of his head, before the video quickly ended. This video made my heart stop. Was this monster the one making the noise? I scrolled down to see the video description. All it said was, "I'm already inside".
I almost wanted to laugh. A silly horror video almost convinced me it was real. My face twisted into a smile, before hearing the same creaking coming from behind me. At first, I wanted to assume it was from my dog leaving the room, but I could still feel her warmth at my feet. I slowly looked behind me and saw... my dog?
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