Can you hear the silence screaming (pt. 1)

I took one glance at the walls buried with photographs, memories just flashed through my head. Good memories, from back then, when I was once a happy person. I didn’t have a single care in the world. I smile at the thought of it. I asked myself what happened. Where did I go wrong? 1

The room fades to black and white. I have a feeling this isn’t one of those good memories. 2

I hear screaming coming from behind me, I turn around. No one, but I still hear the screaming, I’m terrified. Make it stop. I break down in tears. Why am I crying? 3

I walk down the lonely hallway, patiently waiting to find out what just might become of this black and white apartment, I’ve been here before, many times before. But this place seems unfamiliar. I do not belong here. A bad idiom comes to mind. “Curiosity killed the cat.” 4

My mind is telling me to leave, to get out before it’s too late, but my body disagrees, I keep walking, my black Taylor chucks are filled with excitement, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.5

The screams get louder and louder as I appear closer to the bathroom. I pause, and second guess myself. What am I doing? But the screaming is just too loud; I need to add a face to this violent voice. 6

I walked in, knowing that something awaits me. My eyes were open, but all I saw was darkness. I could hear nothing but silence. I reached my hands out, eagerly, waiting to feel something; I immediately pulled them back at the thought of touching something, touching someone, perhaps maybe someone responsible for the screaming. Why was this person screaming? Was it a he? Was it a she? Question after question. This really bugs me.7

I tried to open my eyes; turns out they were shut in the first place. I could see, I could hear, the screaming. Whatever this was, it was close to me, I could feel it. But no one was there, the bathroom was empty. I blinked once, I saw something, and then I blinked again, and everything disappeared. I was terrified. The screaming didn’t help either. 8

I blinked once more, I saw a fresh pool of blood on the tiles, and I just scrubbed them yesterday. I hated this already. I blinked. Everything disappeared. Stupid eyes. But I smiled at the clean tiles, lemony fresh. At this point, I was used to the screaming, but I was still scared. I felt something move behind me, it sent chills up my spine. IT was standing behind me. Can IT see me? 9

My breathing could define the word horror. 10