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Regressed (standard:horror, 1600 words) | |||
Author: Lev821 | Added: Sep 07 2011 | Views/Reads: 3919/6916 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Who were you in a past life? Perhaps it's best not to know. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story shouldn't be too hard for him,” said Davey, and instantly regretted his sudden act of bravery because even though Greg smiled, he knew that behind it he was genuinely insulted. The man continued. “Close your eyes, and tell me what comes into mind”. Greg grinned at the man. “I'm not sure I should tell you, it involves me and two women,” They all burst into laughter, except Seymour who simply stared at the floor. Soon Greg was back with his eyes closed, and was thinking of himself sitting on a throne with a golden crown. “I think.... I think.... I was some sort of king...” In a quick movement, he lifted his head, winked at his friends, and returned back to thinking of being on the throne. “Tell me what else you see,” said the man, “Tell me your surroundings”. “I see...I see....” As he saw himself as the king, he watched as the throne faded away, along with his attire, only to be replaced with a filthy sheet. Greg suddenly found he could not move at all, or even open his eyes. He could only watch his mind's eye as it showed him with greater and more clarity the person he used to be. The image became like a dream, only with more distinction, based more in the real world, the real world for 1241, and his present day conciousness became that of his older self, in his new reality, his new world. The sky was clear blue, it was a nice day, and he found himself on the floor against the wall of a castle. He was a beggar. Some other people passed by, none of them looking in his direction. His skin was muddied and grimy, and he was sprawled on the ground holding out a small tin cup for any trinkets or money. With his new mind, and his new knowledge of some distant future world, he knew that this is who he was now, and who he used to be. He also thought that he perhaps would not be returning to that small room back in Avonmouth by the canal so he flung his cup aside, one coin falling out, and dragged him self along the bridge and looked down into a moat, its waters dark and murky. He pushed himself over the edge and plummeted down in some effort to kill himself and return to the room, to wake up, but his reality was simply that. He hit the water, found he had no strength to swim, and sank away into the gloom. His friends back in the room simply watched as their friend seemed simply to be asleep, and wondered if they were not seeing things as he slowly faded away. The man turned and simply looked at them. “What's happened?” said Robbie, “What have you done with Greg?” The man looked at him like a defiant schoolboy not answering the headmaster's questions. Rob knew he wouldn't get an answer, and he also knew it was time to get out of there, they would have to find out another way. However the fact remained. Greg was gone. “Come on lads,” he said, turning and walking to the door. The others hurried out “Tell me one thing,” the man suddenly said. Robbie turned. “If I could bring your friend back, would you really want me to? You see, I know that you don't really like him do you? He stifles you, he influences you in ways you're not comfortable with. Obviously you pretend to like him. You pretend and even convince yourselves that he's a good mate, but you can never convince your conscience, can you? The voice that always tell you what you really think. So tell me, would you like me to bring him back?”. Robbie did not hesitate, and simply shook his head. “No,” he said quietly, then turned and left. The man got off his stool, and walked back through the entrance at the back. Outside, Rob rejoined the others who suddenly had a barrage of questions. He looked back at the place, and found that it was simply a derelict, boarded up newsagents. They all stared at it, then hurried away. “Is Greg coming back?” asked Davey. “No,” said Robbie, and all of them remained quiet for a few moments, not showing any emotion, but inside, they were smiling. Tweet
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