Problems

Chapter one: We meet the problem.

        

You know those days when you wake up in such a calm, peaceful, and serene mood that you want to stay were you are all day so that you don't ruin this feeling? As you get ready, and the blood pulses through your veins you feel no adrenaline in you whatsoever,no need to rush. You pull your things together, and walk out f your room with an absolute smile. Through out the house, you can sense that there is no warm that for a short amount of time, everyone in the house agrees.

        Then, just as you open the front door, you hear the blaring car horns honking, cell phones ringing, people screaming. Your peace shatter. You start to break down, realizing that the peace you felt inside was an illusion, that this is reality. You're going into shock, and as your own phone rings you scream. You don't even bother to reject the call, you just leave it ringing. You're going hysterical. People look your way, but you don't notice. You're trying to find the peace you had.

        You had that peace only minutes ago, but it feels like hours. Time is in fast-forward and slow motion at the same time, an impossible phenomena. You run back inside, breathing heavily. As you begin to calm down, the events which happened only moments ago also begin to blur.. Could you be going crazy? It's possible, but unlikely. Crazy people think they're sane. And yet, you can't remember anything clearly, nothing except the peace. You latch onto it, trying to capture it again, but you can't. The memory blurs, your voice slurs, your stomach churns. You make your way to the bathroom, and even though you're home alone, you can't help but feel embarrassed.

        You the think someone is watching you. Why else would you be embarrassed? Paranoia strikes. The monster has risen from the depths of your mind, brought to the surface by only Terror, sheer terror. You wish things were different. You miss the way things used to be, when nothing could worry you, not even the monster in the closet. Nothing shook you. You were brave, maybe even a little bit mighty.

        Those days are gone though. When They left, the ignorant bliss that hung around them left to, having no reason to stay. You're trapped in a horror house that you will never get out of alive. Your trapped in a haunted house with real chainsaws, real blood, real bodies. Real monsters. Trapped in a nightmare, trapped in your mind, trapped in your

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Author's Note

Again, Be Brutal!