LachinaTaylor_NightmareSequenceDraft

Walking up the wooden stairs, a familiar tune starts to play in the distance, slowing growing louder as you approach the hallway holding two adjacent doors. \n\n[[follow the music|music]]\n[[open other door|adjacent]]\n\n<<playsound "musicbox.mp3">>

After being seated, the doctor speaks in a monotone voice,"you were admitted early this morning after a very traumatic incident but you seem to have no recollection of any of it, is that true?"\n\nYou nod your head and focus your eyes on the ticking clock behind him. \n\nHe speaks up again to clear the silence,"I'm sure you'll regain some of that memory and once you do, we'll need some exensive treatment and therapy. For now, I'd like to give you something to help you sleep."\n\nAs he says this, a nurse walks into the room sporting a fancy silver tray in hand, supporting a paper cup filled with water and a plastic one holding a little pink and blue capsule. \n\nThe nurse hands you the plastic up first and you [[refuse the medication|refuse]] or [[take the medicine|oblige]].\n\n<<playsound "clock.mp3">>\n

You are sitting in a cold, dimly lit, therapy room. There are stacks of books, paperwork, and what looks like your file on the desk in front of you. \n\nYour curiousity gets the better of you, but you're hesitant to even move. Do you [[look at the file|look]] or [[wait for the doctor|wait]]

A loud screeching ensues and you feel cold, clammy hands grasping your neck. \n\nBefore you can think twice, you impale the mother with the cake knife multiple times until she lets go and you fall to the floor, hidding your head and causing you to black out. \n\n"Wake up, Jessicka! You're having a fit!" a familiar voice sounds in the distance as you feel your body being jerked about. \n\nYou wake up slowly to find yourself still sitting in the doctor's chair from earlier. \n\n"I see the hypnosis worked. We've learned a lot today but still have so much more to investigate. You've been hurt by someone who was supposed to protect you, and that's not your fault, but killing your mother in response is something we can't have, do you understand why you're here now?" \n\nYou look down at your hands, remembering them covered in deep red before, and grin as you mutter, \n\n"So long dear mother, rest in peace, \nI hope you are relieved.\nI'm locked away and laughing so,\nbecause now I am diseased." \n\nThe end.

"What's behind this door? Am I going to get hurt?"\n\nThe red tears begin to stream down her face again, but this time she speaks.\n\n"I ate the cake, it made me sleep,\noh boy, was I naive.\nSo I stabbed her once, I stabbed her twice,\nand now my pain is eased."\n\nA maniacal giggle erupts and she vanishes.\n\n[[continue into the kitchen|door]]\n

"I just want to go home! Why am I here? I'm not touching that thing!" \n\nThe girl's sullen eyes start to drip red tears.\n\nA strong pinching sensation is embedded into your abdomen by the knife she's holding. \n\nYou slowly fade into nothing.\n\nThe end.

The fist image showed a large stick-figure in a dress with curly hair holding hands with a smaller stick-figure. The writing underneath reads:\n\n"Mommy used to love me, \nor so I used to believe.."\n\nThe next image showed the larger stick-figure crying, holding a very tiny one wrapped in a blue blanket with the words:\n\n"We lost my little brother,\nfrom which she never grieved.."\n\nThe third image reveals that the larger stick-figure has now turned gruesome with black scribbles and a red dress, scowling over the little pink-dressed one with a sad face. This one reads:\n\n"and one fine day she hurt me so,\nso I knife I gladly retrieved.."\n\nAs you approach the final photo, you notice the enraged black figure lying on the floor with the pink-dressed one holding a knife. There were no words attached this time, just a rusty key taped to the bottom. \n\n[[take the key|key]]

<<stopsound "musicbox.mp3">>\n\nAs you open the door leading to the source of the music, it abruptly stops when you see frightented, yet translucent, little girl sitting on her bed. \n\n"Did you write the letter?"\n\nThe girl opens her mouth and a piercingly loud static noise escapes. \n\nYou cover your ears, close your eyes, and scream, "STOP!"\n\nThe noise stops and you hesitantly open your eyes to reveal the girl standing in front of you holding a cake-cutter crusted in.. blood? icing? \n\n[[take the knife|knife]]\n[[decline|decline]]

With the knife tucked securely into the waistline of your jeans, you proceed into the vacant adjacent room. \n\nAs you enter, a candelabra lights itself to reveal more children's drawings taped to the wall with written portions underneath in what looks like blood. \n\nyou approach the wall and [[read the story|story]]

<<stopsound "phone.mp3">>\n\n"M33T M3 UPSTAREZ," is written in bright green crayon. \n\nA small smidge of red coats the corner of the paper.\n\nIs this blood? \n\n[[answer the phone|phone]]\n[[continue to kitchen|kitchen]]\n[[go upstairs|upstairs]]\n\n

Nightmare Sequence Rough Draft\n

You decide to place your focus on the courtyard outside the barred window. People in hopspital gowns with vacant stares scattered about make you wonder why you're here in the first place. As you peer into the distance, a very pale little girl in pigtails stands next to a large tree, grinning at you. \n\nSuddenly, the door creaks open and a very short, extremely hairy, man walks in. \n\n"Hello Jessicka, I'm Dr. Lovecraft. I'd like to go over your treatment while you're here at Mercy Psychiatric Center," he says calmly. \n\nYou look down at the plastic bracelet placed tightly around your wrist and [[sit down quietly|sit down]]

You take the knife from the girl's cold hands. \n\n"What do I need this for?"\n\nShe hands you a drawn photo of what appears to be a black monster in a dress, holding a cake that says "happy birthday!" \n\nBefore you can ask anymore questions, she vanishes. \n\n[[go to adjacent room|adjacent]]

The nurse tucks you in and shuts the door on her way out. The room is dark and begins to swirl before your eyes. The formation of ghosts upon the wall scare you enough to close your eyes. When you open them, you're suddenly standing in the doorway of an overly-decorated wooden home. \n\nTo the right of you sits a staircase leading to darkness, and in front of you is a long hallway leading to a closed door with a small end table with a ringing phone and letter just a few inches away. You approach the table and [[read the letter first|letter]] or [[answer the phone|phone]].\n\n<<stopsound "pillbottle">>\n<<playsound "phone.mp3">>

You slowly creak open the door to a fully furnished kitche. \n\nStanding at the sink with her back facing you is a very tall woman in a green dress with red high heels and long curly blonde hair to her midback. \n\n"Hello? Are you the mother of the little girl?" \n\nThe door slams shut behind you and the woman turns around to reveal her blueish-grey complexion, a missing eye, and a big pink birthday cake in her hands with a single candle lit.\n\n"It's time to cut the cake!" she says in a very michievious tone as she approaches you. \n\n[[use the knife to cut the cake first|cut cake]]\n[[blow out the candle first|candle]]

You pop the capsules in your mouth and chase it with the warm, stagnant water. The nurse helps lift you up from the chair and walks you to an empty, stuffy room with a small twin-sized bed in the corner. \n\n"This will be your room now, doll. Why don't you lay down and try to get some sleep?" she says sweetly as she pulls the covers down on the bed and motions you over. \n\nThe room is starting to get a little fuzzy, so you [[lay down on the bed|lay down]]\n\n\n<<stopsound "clock.mp3">>\n<<playsound "pillbottle.mp3">>

<<stopsound "phone.mp3">>\n\n\nYou cautiously answer the phone. \n\n"H-hello?"\n\n"Don't play on the phone, mommy will be mad" -click-\n\nThe childlike voice on the other end disappears, so you hang up.\n\n[[read the letter|letter]]\n[[continue to the kitchen|kitchen]]\n[[go upstairs|upstairs]]

As you grab the key, you hear a loud groaning from downstairs that frightens you. \n\nCould it be a zombie?.. a monster?.. \n\nYou pull out the knife and head cautiously [[downstairs|downstairs]]

The house looks so different from when you last saw it. A thick fog has coated the floor, the grandfather clock is ticking louder than it was before, and the lttle ghost girl stands in the hallway with her finger pointing to the kitchen door. \n\nYou stick the key in the keyhole and turn it.\n\nUnsure of what lies ahead, you turn to the girl for assistance.\n\n[[talk to girl first|girl]]

Trying to figure out some answers, you approach the wooden door leading to the kitchen. \n\n"How do I know the layout of this house?" you ask yourself, somehow remembering the stale air and floral wallpaper.\n\nYou press your hands against the splintered wood but the door won't budge. \n\n[[backtrack and go upstairs|upstairs]]

Dr. Lovecraft approaches you. "You will not get anywhere here with that kindn of attitude. If you refuse to willingly take it, we will have no other option but to force it into you," he says sternly while flashing a syring sitting in his coat pocket. \n\nYou don't fancy needles, so you [[take the medicine|oblige]]\n\n<<stopsound "clock.mp3">>

Just as you finally have the paperwork in your hands, the office door creaks open, and Dr. Lovecraft catches you red-handed. \n\n"You aren't to be looking at that, Jessicka. I'll let it slide this time, but please have a seat so we can go over your treatment," he says in a stern voice. \n\nYou place the file down back on the desk and [[take a seat|sit down]]

As the corpse grins, you avoid the candle and slice deeply into the cake. Blood spurts from the creases, the candle blows out, and cold stiff hands grasp your neck.\n\n"You selfish little girl!" the voice screams before all goes black and you die. \n\nThe end.

Taylor Lachina