Clouded Fears

Entry#3

"The mind is a fragile thing, anything can go wrong at anytime. Ussualy unexpected but very dangerous. Almost every mental condition is created at a young age. Like nightmares are caused from past experiences. Ussualy nightmares dont feel real, but sometimes they are more real than you think. Its not the horrors of the known that we fear its the unknown. The dark isnt what frights us no its whats beyond our vision. True bravery is to take on the unknown without hesitasion".

The mansions front room was huge. John started walking up the stairs which led to a long dark hallway. There were paintings all along the walls but all the faces were shadowed. "What the fuck is this place",he asked himself looking at the portraits."Why is this happening to me",he asked himself while shacking his head. The hallway was coming to an end which led to two different directions. One way led to an even darker corridor, the other led to a hallway with a door at the end. He walked to the door, reaching for it. He stoped, something didnt feel right. Then a long blade shot through the door, missing his head barely. The blade retracted, and a red eye looked through the crack towards him. He began to run, but the hallway semed to go on for miles. The way was lit up by torches through the hallway. Then as he turned around the creature was already at him and swung at his head. As the blade swept by him the torches went out, and the creature was gone."What the fuck is going on, am I dreaming or is this real".he asked himself starting for the end of the hallway.

Entry#4

"We all have fears, some differ from others. But we all have some fear of the dark. Its pure nature for this to be. Like we might fear a spider, or a snake. You cant help it its embedded in your mind. A fear isnt bad its your minds way for self preservation. But what some see and fear things that arent happening, but what isnt real for someone its to real for someone else. What is happening is way to real to put it as a halutionation"

The end of the hallway opened into a loft of sort. The shadows of the moon streeked across the floor and walls through the windows. There was a fireplace burning bright with what looked like a fresh fire. This was all strange to him. There was a large painting of an old stalion, with fancy cloths, this too seemed strange to him. There was a desk on the wal across from the painting. It had a note on it, john picked up the note and read."Welcome to my manner. You may be questioning yourself at this point, but I assure you it is all real. You may want to leave, but you cannot leave until it is done. You will see more things here that will terrify you but stay strong and you will make it. Good lick",as he finnished the last word the fire suddenly went out. H looked at it wondering, then he heard a low growl. He turned around looking strieght at the painting. Its face was twisted into a snarl, and it seemed to be potruding from the wall. He ran for the door at the other end, but it was useless, the door wouldnt budge. He could hear the haunting moans coming closer, He started to bash his body against the door. Then finally it broke in. He ran through the opening and ran. The noise stoped and all was quiet again. This seemed to have a negative effect on him."There's no way out of this hell is there. Why me what have I done to deserve all this", he asked himself shacking in the darkness of the room."Daddy is that you", a voice asked coming from the corner. The voice seemed familar, then it hit him it was his daughter. Out from the darkness stumbled only what can be described as an abomination. Her head was twisted upside down, the limbs twisted everyway, her eyes dripping with blood, razor sharp teeth in a twisted smile."No, no why what are you",he yelled while crying."But daddy it's me"."No, you cant be my daughter. It can't be", he replied tears streaming down his face.