I lied in bed

I lied in bed

I lied in bed, my head still throbbing from my previous encounter with the “Thing.”
I don’t know anyone, I don’t know who I am. I am lost in where I am, lost in who I am. I don’t even know why I’m not dead. The only thing I remember is the “Thing” It was deadly. With glowing purple eyes and its whole body covered in blood. He had cowered over me with a knife in his hand, yelled, “You murdered me,” with his blue mouth and impaled me right in the guts.
I had a quest to complete. Go find a murderer, stab him in the guts, and go home! Easy as pie.
I set off course with a backpack and a sword. On my backpack, my name said Tom Mikey. I suppose that that’s who I am.
“Is it too late to be sorry?” My phone rang. I guess I was a big fan of Justin Bieber.
I answered it.
A cold voice came drawling in the phone. “I know you seek to find me. Wanting revenge for what I have done, you murdered me and I take pride for that bravery. I am at the opposite of what you think.. Always.”
‘Oo-kay?’ I thought, “So if I want to turn right, I turn left instead and if I go forwards, I go backward?”
That’s what I did. The whole time. Until I came across a ghastly, gray castle, it’s turrets so high it reached the clouds. I knocked on the door. Three times. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” it wasn’t the sound that I had expected. The knock knock one. It made a sound like a snake. No one answered so I took that as a “pleasing” welcome.


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