This is a school project. Lol
It was a dim morning. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and the sound of rain was filling my ears.
I didn't bother getting out of bed. The steady moments like this were the ones that were short-lived after all. I enjoyed them.
The song of raindrops was filling my ears with satisfaction.
Though, the moments of my relaxation ended shortly.
Everything was usual, just like any other morning. Something just… Seemed off.
Not putting much thought into it, I shrugged it off. Having myself come to the explanation that I was only being overwhelmed.
Not wanting to feel paranoid, I stood up and started getting dressed, trying to get my mind off of it.
No matter how distracted I tried to get, the strange feeling wouldn't wear off.
Shutting my eyes closed I thought about what was making me feel like that.
Not long after, I noticed the rain… It wasn't as usual.
It wasn't its appearance, it was the sound that it was making.
I listened again closely.
Now being sure of it, I felt fear building up in my body.
The rain was falling in patterns.
As far as I knew, that was unusual.
I walked to my desk and pulled out a piece of paper, slamming it on the flat surface.
1, 2, 1, break, 1, 1, 2, break, 2, 1 and repeat.
I stared at the paper, horrified.
“This couldn't be real!” I whispered to myself.
It didn't take long till sweat dripped down my face onto the paper. The weird feeling wouldn't go away.
Taking a deep breath, I read through it again.
1, 2, 1, break, 1, 1, 2, break, 2, 1, repeat.
Nothing made sense. I looked at it again. What could it mean? Was it a message from someone? Or even worse, a warning.
Not finding anything logical in the pattern, I decided to use a new method of decoding it.
I heard of it somewhere online. It said, “if something doesn't make sense, make it make sense by changing it into something you understand.”
Doing exactly as that person said, I simplified it to myself. Thinking about it as everyday things.
My hands were shaking as I was rapidly writing down possible variations of the text, trying to make it have sense.
Shortly after, I found one that looked simple enough to me.
It was a variation of dots and dashes. I found it understanding enough.
Dot, dash, dot, break, dot, dot, dash, break, dash, dot, and repeat.
It seemed familiar. Yet, I still couldn't recall what it was.
Now, I had something I could cope with.
I just had to figure out what it was.
Nothing came to my mind. What was I doing wrong? Had I made a mistake?
I didn't have time. What if I was already too late? What if something was going to happen to me?
Had I taken too much time? Will I die?
Trying to relieve the immense feeling of failure, I started tapping my finger anxiously on the desk.
I bit my lower lip, cursing to myself. Why couldn't I just solve this puzzle already!
That's when it hit me, strucking me like lightning.
I gasped as I looked at my finger.
I tapped my finger in the rythm once again and realized what the code was.
Grabbing my phone, I searched up a morse code translator.
Typing in the pattern I waited for the result impatiently.
I froze. This couldn't be right, I probably made a mistake typing it.
I ran the translator through again.
And the results were the same.
I let my phone fall to the floor, not bothering to even look at it again.
I was terrified. I felt adrenaline push through my veins.
Standing frozen next to my desk, I heard something.
It was like a tiny piece of paper was being slid under the doorframe.
Not wanting to face it, I turned around slowly. Catching a glimpse of a folded piece of paper lying on the floor.
The fear I felt was indescribable. The thing that bothered me the most wasn't the fact that someone pushed a paper in my room
It was the fact it didn't come from under the door.
It came from beneath the closet.
Getting some courage I took a step closer. And then another one.
Not long after, I was standing right next to the closet, looking down at the paper.
Taking a deep breath, I hesitantly reached out to the paper.
I picked it up with my shaky hands and opened it.
It had only one word written on it, the same deathly word as the rain was telling me.
titsay
turnnoffyourmind
2087
discoholicmusic
