The Plain

Passing through an empty road, something up ahead has caught your eye, you see a valley, a valley with a dark black pathway stretching vastly through the open fields, fields with barbedwire fences; tatty and falling to piles of mesh and wood. All around you see a calm breeze, gently flowing through the blades of colourless grass, flowing outward to a grey, ashy, featureless sky; if that didn't catch your attention then this will: in front of you, you see nothing, absolutely nothing, nothing but a blank white plain. So if you are shaken enough by entering the plain, then you do not want to think about leaving the plain...
One day, a young boy was walking down a village path, he was boringly stepping across old grass covered ground when a feeling came across him, an odd feeling; like he was being followed, unnerved, the boy started to pace a bit faster, he felt it deepen, like a massive headache, the kind of headache one gets if wanting company, someone to be around. The boy soon paced his way up to the end of aforementioned path, until he noticed it was getting unusually dark. The boy checked his watch to see what was happening; and afterwards, to the boys disturbance, the time on the watch suddenly changed from 5:33 to an unusual 25:00, the boy was to confused for words when he looked up to see a statue, this statue was a very peculiar statue, the expression was somewhat cheerful as the boy learned as he looked at it. The statue was staring, not like any normal statue, but like one that was designed to somewhat send a sign of surreality onto the observer. The boy shakily looked back at his watch to see the time was now 25:01, he wasn't really upset by this until he looked back at the statue to see in front of him a statue with a creepy expression, as if expecting something exciting, the boy turned around and slowly ran backwards, freaked out and what he saw next was something that would send a horrible shiver down his whole body, the world that surrounded him had become nothing more than a grey skied, grass filled plain.
The boy had no other choice, he had to run; and he ran and he ran and he ran for what seemed like hours, until he unexpectedly ran into barbed wire, piercing him badly, this injury was so bad that it forced the boy into a limp, he tried finding a gate, or some sort of exit... and that's when he turned around and saw it, the statue he saw at first was only 10ft away from him, the boy was so terrified that he turned around and leapt over the fence, he landed painfully on the road, not realising that there was nothing to see around him any more, not even the fence he had just jumped was there, nothing but a blank, grey fog; so thick, that the boy couldn't even see his own hands in front of him. As the boy recovered on the ground, he suddenly noticed that the time was now a strange 25:20, the boy then turned around to see the fog and what appeared to be a road, nothing but a road in front of him, having no other option, the boy decides to make his way up the road.
The boy felt like he was lost, he had been walking for hours. All he saw for that time was the grey nothingness in front of him, he soon stopped to take a breath, when he stared at his left and saw that statue, horrifed, he noticed it was not any normal statue, as this time when the boy looked at it he saw what he assumed was an angry face, scared, the boy ran even more, trying to outrun it, he soon ended up at a deep hedge, this hedge was at least 50ft high... the boy turned around again to see a glow in the foggy distance. It was the statue, with a horrible shocked look on it's face. The boy screamed in terror as he ran into the maze, he looked to see that all the hedges were way too tall to climb so he continued to run through, looking around the many turns, to afraid to look back, until he reached a dead end. He was too afraid, but he just had to turn around, and so he did, in such a way that you would think that he was scared no more, but he was. He turned to see nothing but a dark corner in the distance, and in a rushed attempt, he ran quickly into the next path. The boy once again took a look at his watch, it was now 25:30 He ran and he ran, until he reached what appeared to be a dead end. He quickly noticed a cut in the bottom of the hedge, with time at the essence, he crouched down and crawled his way into the gap, hoping to escape the being in pursuit of him.
He got out the other side to see more maze, this sent a bad feeling down his spine, what if the statue was here. Despite this fear, the boy built up his courage to continue through the maze, as he did, he heard a shrill voice shout "No cheating", this gave the boy an instant shock of terror. He ran around the next corner, looking back to see the statue standing not far away. He turned back and ran one more corner to see a foggy blank path, it was the exit. The boy now ran, trying to think of nothing but trying to escape. He turned his head around to see the statue, still chasing him as he looked at his watch to see 25:50 ran back out into the fog, .
The boy was now running at a faster pace, just hoping to get to the end and turning his head to see the statue, with an angry, blood thirsty expression, the boy ran even faster hoping to get to the end, he once again heard the voice "I'm going to get you!", he ran and he ran faster and faster. "and when i do..." The boy saw in front of him a narrow tunnel, he had no choice but to keep moving forward, so he ran down the tunnel, as fast as he could go when he heard the one sentence that would haunt his dreams forever, "..i'm going to kill you!".
The boy ran even faster, hoping to get to the end, when he stopped, he looked at his watch to see the time was now 25:59 he saw nothing; nothing but a deadend. He screamed in fear as he thought of the statue, he was curled into a ball, with tears running down his cheeks and his eyes in his palms, the boy slowly looked up to see the statue, 7ft away, and it said " I Win!". The boy screamed as the cold stone figure rushed at him as he blacked out in fear... the watch was now at 0:00.
The boy is alive, awake in his bed, talking of his dreams; dreams of a dark plain where none can enter without having to find the exit. He spoke of how he layed there every night, staring in horror at his window, seeing the statue, just standing there, torturing him with cries of pain and agony. Even today, at the age of 35, the boy still has these experiences, laying there in his asylum bed, screaming and crying in pain as all he could ever see was the statue and all he could hear was "I'm going to kill you!"
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Dreams
Category:Old Shit