《My Unending Agony》The House
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I open my eyes to a dark place with many streaks of white light, floating all over like smoke. I am back here? I felt lighter then air, and my body was glowing bright white again. "Michael said you looked like you did when you were younger, oh how I miss those days." A voice echoed. "Hello? Who's there?" "Do you think he remembers?" A voice asked. "Remember what?" I said back. "Of course he does not." Another voice said. "Where are you? Why am I glowing again?" A ball of light flies past me, opening up some kind of portal leading to a forest. Two strange glowing human like figures speed past me stopping at the entrance of the portal. One looks like a man, and the other a woman. "We will explain everything, but first we have to show you something." The two figures back into the warp hole. A sudden force pulls me after them, next thing I knew, I was in a wooded forest.
"Where are we?" I asked them. "We are inside one of your most recent lives memories." The female figure replied. "Come." They said while taking my hand, and flying us threw the trees to a clearing in the woods with a small house in the center. Glowing white cracks in the ground spreading from the house caught my eye. "This is where you were born again." I looked at them in confusion, not knowing what's going on.
They took my hand and we slowly glided down to the door. Once we landed, I started hearing whispers from inside. " I've seen this place before, It used to not have a door handle. Michael didn't tell me what inside...What's in there?" "A paradox." The man said. "The time inside is in a loop." The woman reaches for the door handle, and twists it open. Once it was open and we stepped in, I no longer felt lighter then air. The sudden gravity change almost made me fall over. The house was a wreck. A dinning table flipped on its side, a ceiling fan on the floor, and smashed floor boards. The worst thing a saw in the living area was two non-living people on the floor in front of a bedroom door.
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"Come." They said, as they went to a bedroom down the hall. Just beyond the door was a young dark haired boy on the floor with a hole in his chest. The room he was in felt familiar. The bed sheets were messed up. There was a small desk right next to his bed with a lamp on it. When I looked back at the boy, my heart stopped, and I started see things in my head. The two who brought me here, and the boy vanished. The room door and the closet were shut. The bed was no longer messy, and also not empty. The boy that was on the ground was now in the bed looking at the closet door, with his sheets covering most of his face. "Dillon...Dillon!" A voice said from behind me. I turn back to see the two glowing people at the open door again, with the boy on the ground again. I look at the bed, but it was messed up again. "Why do I remember this place?" I asked them. They look at each other then replied "Your answers will come to you, if you wait." "Wait for what?" Before I could say anything else, a fast chill behind me stopped me. A hand grabbed me and pulled me backwards, sending me off my feet. Next thing I knew, I was outside of the house I was just in.
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