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Submitted by: mastercylinder On: August 10th, 2004
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This story is inspired by the artwork of Anay. The image is called FEAR [ link ]
I hope this scares the Sh*t out of you! 
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I need to tell you... to tell someone. I was a writer once. I wrote about haunting. I never believed in any of the things I wrote until I went in that room. I have sold millions of copies of my books. I was a skeptic, observing natural events that others believed to be "phenomena".
I do not write anymore. I am now the occupant of #27, ward 8 at the asylum Merit in San Francisco, CA. But I need to tell you something....
I walked into the room and the first thing I noticed was the portrait. Those eyes, those accusing and stern eyes! The room was said to be haunted. At first I did not believe it. Then I stepped through the door and saw those eyes!
I sat down on the bed, trying to focus on my task... To disprove this supposed haunted room. I looked around. A table, a lamp... a window... ordinary.... but I couldn't keep my gaze from that portrait. It hung on the wall, so much like any picture in any room. But those eyes!
I kept saying that to myself, 'Get a grip, you have done this a thousand times... There are no Ghosts'. I kept reassuring myself that it was only a picture. I looked up... She looked right back at me... hateful... despising every bit of me. She was superior and She knew it!
Who was this woman? Her hair done up in a perfect manner... her necklace (was it pearls?) Her earrings... those lips, pursed and chapped. The nape of her neck showing... ... But it was her eyes that scared me. The only color in that dreadful portrait. Her eyes. Green, focused, deadly.
I took out my notebook to make my observations, to jot down my feelings in this supposed haunted room... I saw that my hand was shaking as I wrote. Why was I so scared? This was only a typical room. But She said differently. I wrote in my notebook the single word...' Portrait'.
I looked up... The picture had changed! I cant fully explain how... The tilt of her head! The cruelty of her eyes! But it had changed! I swear!
What had happened? I was here to make a mockery of this place. I was here to say that this was a place where fools said strange things happened. I was on a mission to belittle the little.
But... She changed! Her head was angled right at me. Her eyes said I was nothing!
I shook my head, disbelieving, 'fuck this' is what I said aloud... to whom? I slapped both of my hands to my face, trying to clear my thoughts, then.... suddenly, I saw that the door from which I entered was now gone! The only other exit, the window was also gone!
I stood up from the bed and all hell broke loose...
How can I describe the sudden change the room took? I shall describe it exactly as it occured.
I stood up and my head began to ache like never before. My head was splitting in half! I looked around and the saw that the walls were expanding towards me and that every inch of wall was covered with the portrait. The walls ballooned and Her lips began to part, an evil smile, teeth showing. Her head turning to look right at me... Her eyes accusing me of sin... She Despised Me! She Was Perfect And She Hated Me!
I had to get out of that room! But there was no exit! I slammed myself against the wall where the door had been. She pursed her lips and sent me a gaze of absolute hatred! I looked around... the window was there! I flung myself at it!
The last thing I remember was the sound of breaking glass and my body flying through air. I was free! The horror was gone! and then blackness.
I awoke in room #27, ward 8 of Merit asylum. Every bone in my body is broken. They do not know if I will ever be able to walk again, let alone be able to move again. But why do I care? I am away from her look, her hate! I will never have to be caught by those deadly Green Eyes!
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wow. scary story actually..
'conciousness doesn't prevent from committing a sin... it just prevents you from enjoing it...'
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That compliments the picture so very well. I was rivited... found myself reading faster & faster. Great job my friend. 
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"You spend whatever time you have left dying, or you spend it living. "
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jeb is impressed... twas rather remarkable!
deffinately fit the portrait very well.. had me on the edge of my seat the whole time!
Keep up the great work!
::: Jeblmh :::
::: God's Little gOoF :::
::: Winslow NJ, Fire Fighter :::
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