Creepypasta: 24 Hours with Masky
Prologue
Levi's POV:
I was walking down the sidewalk in my neighborhood, after having a big fight with my parents, shouting that I would not be coming back. They were trying to change me, even though I was a senior in high school and perfect capable of knowing what I wanted to do with my life. Too bad my pride blinded me from the truth of my parents words, however wrong it was for them to voice them. I sighed heavily, placing my headphones on my head. I always carried them with me. Music always calmed me and washed away the stress of the reality around me. 'Levi, you are an idiot.' I told myself. As Duality from Set It Off, started to play, from the headphones. The wind ruffles my blonde hair that wasn't trapped under my headphones, causing me to shudder and zip up my jacket.'I should go home and apologize.' I told myself, passing a black van.
I was so caught up in my thoughts. It never occurred to me that something was wrong. My headphones, covered up the too quiet street. That when I felt arms grabbed me, and a bag being thrown over my head, I barely had time to react, blindly throwing my fists out, hoping to connect with something in my struggle. I could vaguely tell I was surrounded. 'I'm not getting abducted without a fight, you bastards!' I fought and struggled, trying to make as much noise as I could. Somehow, by some miracle my fists connected with a jaw. My silent achievement was rewarded, by my own face receiving a hit. That punch was enough to shake my brain, giving my abductors enough time to pin me. I felt a prick on the inside of my arm, and before I had time to do anything, my eyes against my own will began to close. "That's.... cheating." I mumbled, as sleep won the battle.
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Chapter 1
Levi's POV:
I was use to waking up alert, and well rested in my room, to the sound of my alarm clock, that I have thrown so many times against the wall it was amazing it still worked. However, this time felt different. I opened my eyes, and everything looked blurry and too bright. I couldn't focus, even blinking my eyes trying to clear them, proved to not work. I shivered slightly. I was cold. 'I hate waking up cold.' I though groggily. I lifted my hand up in front of my eyes trying to block the too bright, blinding lights that pierced my vision. That seemed to help a bit. My eyesight was beginning to clear up, and things were beginning to take shape. My brain still felt like jelly though. My limbs felt numb too, with pins and needles running through them, like they had been asleep.
As the fog in my brain began to clear, it seemed my hearing had decided to come back. I could faintly make out a beeping noise, but it didn't sound like my alarm clock. Looking at the hand shielding my eyes, I could see a clip connect to one of my fingers. This confused me. The wall beyond my hand was too white and clean. Unlike my bedrooms.
'This isn't my room.' My brain finally concluded. Good job brain. Now lets see if we can figure out where we are.
I tried to sit up, fumbling at first, like seriously every muscle in my body was asleep. I was in a white gown, with wired attached to my chest, it felt like they helped restricted my movements even more. The wires all lead to a machine, that stood beside my bed, even the clip on my finger was connected to it. 'Monitoring my vitals?' I concluded. Maybe? Blankets covered my lower half of my torso. This all reminded m e vaguely of a hospital. 'Am I in a hospital?'
I began to panic. Why was I in a hospital. I had to take a few minutes to calm my breathing. Trying not to tire myself out. I felt so tired and I had just woken up.
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Being drowsy, and my muscles still tingling with pin and needles, I decided to stay in the bed and observe more of my surroundings. I was willing my body and mind to wake up, so I could recall why I was here. I glanced around the room noticing that it was nearly empty. The walls, the floor, and the furniture; Everything was blistering white.
A bookshelf was placed against the wall to my right. Across from him was an ivory couch with a digital clock above it. The angry red numbers on it drew my attention.
23:21:46
It was counting down. 'Why is a clock counting down?' I was awake enough to conclude that it was not a normal clock. I had a place for hours, minutes, and seconds. I noted to keep track of the time. The time had to be important somehow. On the far wall between stood what looked like was a cabinet, that had twelve drawers, all were numbered. Each with their own lock.
There were two doors that were in the room. One was located beside the cabinet. It was an ordinary white door, with a silver knob. The second was directly in front of the bed. It looked like the type of door, one would think to find in a psycho ward. There was a small barred window at head level. The doorknob was nonexistent. A small key card slot in the wall beside it with a small red blinking light. The worst thing about how strange this room felt, was the giant mirror, that filled the wall to my left. I was the kind of mirror, I'd expect to see in a dance studio or something, only without the railing.
I looked into my own green eyes, despite feeling tired, they were also filled with fear and confusion. My right eye had a dark bruise around it. My blonde hair was a mess, too. 'What happened to me last night?' Everything was so fuzzy, when I tried to think back on it.
I decided to try and take it slow, as I tried to get out of bed, taking great to make sure me footing sure, after all my muscles still felt like they had pins and needles. I looked and the clock again.
It read, 23:01:35.
I was shocked, a whole twenty minutes had gone by. Was my brain on slow mode or something?! It had taken me a whole hour to get myself standing upright. At least my head was clearer now.
My head snapped to door with the barred window. Shuffling footstep noises and hushed murmurs, outside the room caught my attention. They were getting closer to the door with no handle.
""Hold him tight!" A deep voice shouted from the other side of the hall. Multiple grunts were heard shortly after. A couple of heads of hair flashed in the barred window.
I stood unsteadily beside the bed, gripping the railing in anticipation, and fear. 'Are they going to come in here?!'
A beep could be heard on the outside of the door. The red light on the key card scan flashed to green for a moment. The door was opened instantly. Five men in white security uniforms shoved another guy inside the room, then just as fast, slammed the door shut behind him. The latch made a sickening clicking noise. The little light turned red again. God, I hope this isn't a psycho ward. Then it hit me. I am stuck in this room with this guy who may or may not be crazy.
I stood as still as I could, rooted to the side of the bed, observing my new roommate. After a few moments my eyes flickered to the clock again, then back the new guy.
22:58:23.
I tried to get my eyes to clear up more, so I could get a good look at the guy, who had moved to having one knee on the floor, still catching his breath, from the obvious struggle he had put up in the hall. He was taller than me. He had short dark brown hair, eyes that were the same color as his hair, with dark circles under them. It looked like he hadn't slept in years. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, loose white pants, and matching slippers. I was kind of jealous that they gave this guy shirts and pants to wear. They had put me in a hospital gown, thankfully one that did not have an open back.
