Would anyone be interested in writing a story together? Kind of like the story game, except we each write a paragraph or two (or more), and it has to be quality writing. I'm thinking if we could get enough people to do this, we could have a giant story in no time! :D

If you're interested in this, post here or message me or something. I'd really like to do this, it'd be awesome :)
I guess we can start writing if we get, maybe, three people who want to do it?

This is a great idea. I would love to join!

Darkness 970 :)

This sounds fun :D

Sorry for being so late on replying, but yeah, if you guys want to do this, then I guess I'll start. People can just join in randomly if you want to.

What time is it? is the first thing I think when I wake up in cold sweats. I don't think about the nightmare I just had, or any of the other ones that keep invading my head. These dreams have become so regular that I don't even care about them anymore. I can't care about them; if I think about them for even a second they start replaying in my mind, over and over like a haunted house I can't escape...

So, what time is it? I check the alarm clock on my bedside table. 4:00 PM. Well, that's obviously not right. It has to be close to midnight. Maybe even later. My alarm clock must be broken. Oh well, it's old. I'll get a new one, no big deal. I don't need to know what time it is. Do I?

I can see the crescent moon clearly through my window, providing me with comforting light that I really need right now. I bathe in the pale light for a second before I realize something's wrong. Why is it so cold in here? Why can I see the moon so clearly?

The bay window that overlooks my backyard has been thrown open as far as it can go. The cold midnight air is blowing through my room, making me shiver. I certainly didn't open that window; it's been locked since winter started to set in. So who did? My mother? No, she wouldn't do that, she knows I like my privacy. Who could have opened my window?

I shudder again, fearing that my reality might suddenly become worse than my nightmares.


(Yes, this is long, and the next person doesn't have to write as much, but I wanted to start the story properly.)

I hug my chest to my knees, trying to warm up. I wanted to know why my bedroom window was wide open and why the clock said 4:00 PM. Sighing, I laid back down on my soft pillow and stared up at the ceiling. I felt done what impatient. I sat straight up and listened outside. A whistling sound. Not like whistle, whistle's sound, but more like the sound of wild. It was loud. I shakily climbed out of bed, my body jerking from the extreme coldness of the my floor. Wait. Wasn't my floor carpeted? I looked down. Tiles? Yes. Tiles. Cold tiles. Confused, I shook my head and frowned. What was going on? Where was the carpet...? Another small mystery. I looked back up and hopped to the window and poked my head outside. Yikes! Since when was my room is high above the ground? When I looked down, it was very strange. Ominous shadows stretched on the ground. Blinking, I leaned out closer. Movement. I saw something move in the shadows. What was it? Or rather, who was it? Chilled, I went back in my room and hugged myself and slowly walked back to bed.

I sit in my bed for what seems like hours, not daring to move or even speak. A few times, I have seen shadows outside of my door, accompanied by whispering and the creaking of floorboards. I am endlessly curious, but I can't muster up enough courage to turn the door handle. All I can do is sit here, not daring to close my eyes, paralyzed by fear.

As the night wears on, the temperature drops lower and lower. I hide underneath the covers to try and warm up, but it is no use; I cannot keep warm. I decide to close the window. I don't know what consequences that will have, but I know if I don't do it, I could freeze to death. Well, I probably won't freeze, but it's so cold and I am so scared.

Cautiously, I make my way to the unfamiliar window. I stretch my hands out and forcefully pull it shut. It closes with a loud snapping sound, something I have never heard before in my life. Everything here is unfamiliar, strange; it's as if I am living in a completely different house. But there are similarities, too, that make me even more curious.

For example, my bed is the same. Same covers, same sheets, everything. And my closet looks the same-I don't see any clothes in it that I don't recognize. I look over to my bedside table, and sure enough, the same book that I had been reading before I fell asleep is still lying there, half open. All of these things I recognize, but why is the floor different? Why is my room in a different place? Everything is the same, but everything has changed.

I shiver and crawl back into bed. This has to be another nightmare. It has to be. With the continued drop of the temperature I can't even convince myself anymore. The blankets are cold. I stand, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. I hop from foot to foot to try to keep warm.

I go over to my wardrobe. It scares me that all my clothes are here; the room is so different. I'm not scared enough though that I won't get dressed into something warmer. As I pull the sweater over my head and reach for some socks, the whistle comes again. Loud and shrill it seems to echo in every direction before finally stopping. I shiver and goose bumps appear on my arms. A shadow passes in front of my door. I can't take my eyes away from it until it leaves again.

I hurry put on the fuzzy socks and get into bed. Again I sit there as time passes. My eyes will not close no matter how tiered I am. I'm terrified. At least with the window closed it isn't as cold as it could be. I wish that a heater would turn on, or that the sun would rise, which ever came first.

I turn my head; my clock reads 4:02 PM. I don't know why I looked at it, it's broken anyway. If my mind wasn't occupied coming up with horrible scenarios, I might have found it funny that the broken clock's time moved as slowly as I felt it did. It feels as if hours pass before I start warming up. It has only been a couple of minutes though. My body finally had warmed my clothes and my sweater was doing its job correctly.

I look around the strange room. I was still scared but not as much as I had been. After all I had been in here so far with nothing awful happening to me. I decide that I will just peak out of the door and see what it looks like. I won't step out, not yet anyway. I stand up and creep slowly to the door. I put my hand on the nob and twist it. My heart is pounding in my ears and a drop of sweat runs down my face. I move the door an inch open and look around.

There is a single light that seems to float in the middle of the hallway and the rest is pitch black. I shut the door and lean my head against it. It was hard to tell what the hallway looked like, but from what I saw it was very similar to the one in my home. I walk back and sit on my bed. Trying to convince myself to open the door wider. The safety of my room calls stronger than my curiosity, for now, and I resume my position on my bed.

A few minuets pass. I watch as a few more shadows pass and then it seems that all of them disappeared.

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@Puppylove23, I'm good, but this isn't really the thread for this.

@Everyone else: Just pinging you because you have expressed interest in this thread and I wanted you to know that it finally updated (you know, sense the one before mine was in February.) :)

look above, sorry. >.< I didn't ping you in the first post. Bleh. I'm just not thinking.