من رو باش که می‌خواستم وقتی اولین رمانم رو نوشتم، براتون بذارمش اینجا. بله، درسته که هیچ‌وقت قرار نیست بتونم یه رمان رو تموم کنم؛ ولی دلیل اصلی‌ش اینه که شماها همراهی نمی‌کنید.😔

اهم اهم؟* اشاره‌ی غیر مستقیم*

منتظرم از نصفه شب بگذره یکم داستان ترسناک بذارم براتون.🎀

خب، چیز خاصی پیدا نکردم که به دلم بشینه حقیقتش. این چندتا رو هم با تخیل خودتون بخونید خلاصه.

The Cabin A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic. Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in where strangely enough, a perfect bed fitted for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, he was sure that the owner wouldn’t mind, or was even probably dead. So he went ahead and got himself comfortable in bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange looking people all peering at him, each wearing a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after his exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces. The next morning he got up early and was shocked to see that there were no paintings around the room, but windows…

انتظار پایانشو نداشتم واقعا؛ ولی بقیه‌ش به جز چندخط آخرش حوصله سر بر بود. انگار نویسنده فقط ایده‌ی بند آخر رو داشته، و همین‌جوری یه چیزی واسه رفع تکلیف نوشته به عنوان مقدمه.

A man just moved into an apartment and heads to the receptionist to get his keys. The receptionist gave him the key with a smile but warns him not to disturb the door with no number on his floor. He wondered why but didn’t bother to ask, he was too busy with his new apartment to care. After he finished unpacking he began to get curious. He questioned why the receptionist would warn him of such things, and so he stepped out of his apartment to check the door with no number. He tried the door knob first but it was locked, so instead he got onto his knees and peeked through the keyhole. The apartment he was looking into was empty. His eyes scanned the whole place before stopping at a woman, standing face against a wall, in the corner. He noticed her pale skin and long black hair before stepping back, suddenly feeling perverted in a way for invading someone else’s privacy. He brushed it off, assuming she was someone that did not want to be disturbed. The next day he got more curious about the woman and eventually went back, straight away getting onto his knees. He peeked through the keyhole and saw all red. Red. He assumed that the pale woman must have caught him peeking the last time and covered the hole with something red. He left the door alone and instead went down to the receptionist to ask her questions. The receptionist sighed and asked, “you looked through the keyhole, didn’t you?” He admitted to it and so she felt obliged to tell him the story. She told him that a couple used to live in that apartment a long time ago, but the husband went crazy and killed his wife. However, this couple wasn’t normal. They had pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

به شدت قابل پیش‌بینی.🤝

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طبقه‌ی چهاردهم و بیماری عفونیه رو دوست داشتم.

می‌ریم که داشته باشیم²:

دروغ چرا دیگر خودش نبود که زندگی اش را جلو میبرد،زندگی اش بود که با تمام قدرت بازوهای او را گرفته بود و با نامردی تمام او را به جلو می‌کشید. خسته بود،دلش یک مسافرت طولانی میخواست به یک جزیره دورافتاده که پای هیچ آدمی به آن نرسد،دلش یک جای ساکت میخواست تا جیغ بزند،دلش میخواست آزادانه و بلند بلند هق هق کند،دلش میخواست آنقدر گریه کند تا خوابش ببرد و وقتی بلند شد همه چیز را فراموش کرده باشد!دیگر از آدم ها می‌ترسید،خب آدم ها ترسناک هم بودند،همه شان از درک و دوستی حرف می‌زدند اما در همان لحظه ای که داشت نابود میشد ناپدید میشدند،انگار که دیگر وجود هم نداشتند!کسی را میخواست از جنس خودش،کسی را میخواست که واقعا درکش کند اما خب هر طرفی که سر میچرخاند آدم های ترسناکی را میدید که انگار می‌خواستند همدیگر را بخورند.خسته بود،بدجوری خسته بود!اما اگر حرفی میزد آن موقع آن غول های ترسناک صدایش را می‌شنیدند و او را میخوردند!دلش می‌خواست یک استعفانامه بلند بنویسد از قوی بودن،بعد هم تمام وسایل مورد علاقه اش را در کوله ای بگذارد و فقط برود،آنقدر برود تا به سرزمین ضعیف ها برسد،آنها حتما زندگی بهتری داشتند،آخر دیگر نگران غول ها نبودند،فقط ضعیف بودند!اصلا مگر ضعیف بودن عیب داشت؟اصلا مگر قوی هم وجود داشت؟نه!همه ی آن قوی ها بازیگران ضعیفی بودند که گول آبرویشان را میخوردند و هر لحظه بیشتر و بیشتر میشکستند،درست مثل خود او!لعنت به افکارش،پیچیده بود و عجیب و غریب،داشت چرت و پرت میگفت،اصلا خودش هم نمیفهمید چه می‌گوید و چه می‌کند،هنوز درد روز قبلی سر جایش بود که چنگال های تیز زندگی محکم تر در بازویش فشرده میشد و او را به روز بعدی می‌کشاند!خب با این اوصاف معلوم بود افکارش به هم ریخته می‌شد!اصلا به درک،همه چیز به درک،حالا که چاره ای جز ادامه دادن نداشت پس به درک!