Memory 1:
Rain fell in tons of freezing droplets, onto the short grass in the abandoned park, where the grass was to long then too short in some spots. It was very silent. Too silent.
Dead leafs blew in the wind, everything was calm, the sky was as grey as ever, the musk sent that occurs right before a storm fills the air.
The swings swung with the wing gently, a girl with medium length of brown hair that blew gently in the wind simply sat on the swings. ( we don't see her face )
She was on the swings in an abandoned park, alone. The once colorful playground equipment rusted with time and faded into dull colors. It was a small park with a very short wooden fence around it, not really serving a purpose anymore.
As it was still dead silent in the empty park,
The girl, who couldn't have been much older then 7 years old, sat on the swing but didn't swing, just sat there.
The girl on the swing- * black screen.
Loud voices. Sharp ones fill the air.
" I don't ********** (* static noises), you ****** know this!"
"I know what I saw! You ********! AGH!"
The girl remains on the swings, still not moving, only clenching the chains that connected the swing to the pole above her head, Not shifting at all in discomfort of the rain, her purple and black stripped sweater clung to her like a second skin, goosebumps forming on her body. But she made no sound.
MEMORY 2:
The children's bedroom was silent. but, once the silence continues, it goes from rare calmness and soon turns eerier, a warning, the sound no bette than nails scraping on chalkboard. The floor is covered in a tan carpet, cheap and dusty. But the light was on, the light produced from one of those dollar-tree lamps with artificial light. The toys in the room neatly- but not perfectly- put away in child fashion. A toy- a stuffed bear with old locks of fluff and brown fur on its body layed on the bed, waiting for something- or someone- who was not coming. Its head tilting and ears flopping to the side, lifeless but also eerie staring off into some unknown space and a bunk bed that only was a bed for one, stood in the bedroom and made...
The door was wide open…
And a tablet with a clean glass screen lit up with life with a
'Ding!'
As a notification we can't see pops up…. A figure, a woman's figure, appears at the door frame….
SENSE 3:
Why was this memory flooding in her mind at this current moment? Okurimono couldn't answer that, for she honestly didn't even know herself.
But she did know one thing:
she wasn't supposed to be here.
In an abandoned hospital, in a nightgown, bear foot, almost stepping on the glass shards on the ground.
Thump, thump, thump.
Okurimono's heart raced so fast and loudly it was difficult to hear anything else, which wasn't particularly helpful in this situation.
"Room 136, 136...136.."
She muttered, her pace quickening, looking at each door in the long dark hallway. 'He muttered something about the killer and room 136, but what could it be?
And why wouldn't he tell me? Or anyone else?'
As Okurimono was pondering about it, she walked pasted door after door;
" 164….117..118,119….120."
Okurimono mutters out loud, her pace quickening as she got closer,
"…134…135…"
Okurimono's eyes light up,
" Aha! 136!"
She cheers quietly, not quite sure why she was being so quiet. Her hand touches the door nob, hesitating,before cracking the door open.
Blood, lifeless eyes, body in a chair-
Okurimono couldn't process it.
Her mind spinning, her eyes wide,
But then she smells something-
Smoke.
Laughter.
TITLE:
EVERYDAY