The Writing Desk discussion

Basicaly, you write one sentence to a story and then let someone else write the next sentence until you reach an end... But, you must let someone else post before you can post again, and all members all welcome to drop in at any given time... For example:

1st person: Once upon a time there was a frog.
2nd person: His name was Garry.
1st person: Garry was not your average frog.
3rd person: He was harry all over!

(( This is cool... XD))

The stairs creaked, the night shifted, and voices flitted from one room to the next, chilling and far away.

((I'm glad you think so XD))

Cassie shivered and continued walking through the hall, careful to be as quiet as possible.

Just as she neared the room, the floorboards beneath her creaked, filling the house with sound.

She stilled, listening for the thing that followed her, though she would be lucky to hear it coming...

As it had used a spell to conceal all sounds it made, something such a clever child should have done...

It snuck around the corner, and swallowed her whole, causing her to jump awake.

As she awoke, sudden realizations were made as she evaluated her entire life.

Was this dream a bad omen?

No, but yes, she was just too confused, she needed [professional] help.

That's what everyone believed anyway, but she knew something everyone else did not; she was special.

((Nice touch, Lisa!))

Her dreams were anything but fake.

But was it Cassie? Something felt...off.

Then she realized maybe she wasn’t awake or the dream was part of the reality

A large shadow in the corner of the room had begun to shift and, as it did, the alarm's shrill laughter became garbled, laced with static, the noise like a hundred nats taking to the early morning air.

Howling, high pitched and mournful added to the cacophony of noise, but soon began to drown out all else.

As the shadow twisted, Cassie could see that it was not a shadow at all but that thing: looming out of the darkness, so tall that it stood hunched over, bent like an ancient willow, it's blank, smooth face staring down at her, it's spider-like fingers moving to caress her terrified visage, frozen by the icy waters of fear.

((I have no clue where this will take us, but this story is making me laugh... I'm enjoying this very much ^-^ It's nice to see so many free-floating ideas...))

And while she was feeling those terrible fingers two blinden and injected in blood eyes started at her and some kind of aberrant whispering said something that was forever buried for the memory of cassie

"You brought this upon yourself--remember?"

But she could not remember, though something nagged at the back of her mind as she stared at the creature's blank, ivory facade that seemed to twist and shift before her, like old bandages run through with hundreds of crawling worms.

But then she searched her petrified mind. Perhaps she did bring this upon herself. Had she created this demon?

Distantly, she was aware of Michael stirring beside her, but this did not scare the demon away: it only reminded Cassie of the rustle of leaves long ago on a hot summer day down by the creek that ran past her childhood home where she had stumbled across something she now wished she had left alone.