The QuaranTEENS

An exercise in daily journaling with the Terminale 2 S class

Containment

At this time it is essential to stay at home to limit the spread of the disease, but for everyone it is very complicated.

Indeed, since the beginning of confinement I have seen through my window many people still come out, some family of my residence constantly in the course of the building in which I live to talk, play, bask in the sun, to the point where even people outside the residence come and go to talk with others. Of course, all this without complying with the instructions given by the government.

But when you think about it, you don’t say that staying locked up at home can drive some people crazy, especially the people alone or inadequately surrounded.

All of this because of the boredom, the feeling of turning round, the activities that we do have the long time, we do nothing anymore has the force of not knowing what to do, to end up in an impression of emptiness in our mind, all that we seek to do from then on serves only tried to fill this void in us.

From that moment on, the occupation search force, we do things that we would have tried without all that.


I’ve been writing a lot of short stories in the last few years, but I’ve been getting over it recently, and here’s one of them:


You wake up in the middle of the night. You’re half in the woods and your vision is pretty blurry. You lie on your back in bed. The only problem is that you can’t move. Actually, your body is paralyzed from head to toe. Only your eyeballs still have the ability to make movements. A little panicked, you try to raise one of your arms as your first reflex. Of course it is unsuccessful. Still, you try again and again. You’re starting to feel a little tiredness in your muscles. You’ve never had this experience before. You feel like hundreds of pounds lean against your body, which prevents any movement. The cold begins to make your skin shiver. You feel like your window has remained open while you remember closing it the day before. Fear is all at once. Stress also goes up, it gives a mixture of panic and terror. Without shouting beware, something gently blows against your ear. You can feel his icy breath running through your spine, while the sound of his wrecked breath reaches your ears. You panic even more, but you’re here, lying down, can’t do anything at all. Caught in fear, you try to wander around the room with your eyes when suddenly a dark and blurred humanoid face leans towards your gaze. You then spread your eyes and your breath accelerates. You feel like you’re suffocating. This face is slowly approaching. You see almost nothing as you are in the dark, but your eyes have had time to get used to the dark. The figure comes to rest and you feel his penetrating gaze staring at you with intensity. Fear transcends you, you close your eyelids strongly and pray in your head that it all stops. And here you have a light. “Why don’t I call for help?” do you think? You hear some noise coming from the next room. With a lot of difficulty, you’re trying to turn your head towards this one. During this moment, your neck refuses to follow the movement, but you decide to force the price of hearing the bones of it crack one by one, as if they were breaking. Happy that you finally managed to move a little, you opened your mouth gently. You feel that time is slowing and that this world is only a nightmare.
Open-mouthed, you shout with all your strength, calling for pitifully help. But all this in vain… no sound comes out of your throat. You feel helpless, helpless and this thing above you that always sets you without moving… You’d like to cry, but let’s cry the tears that won’t come out. At this moment, your greatest fear is to die or stay stuck in this position in the face of this morbid silhouette.

Eventually, you close your eyes again because fatigue will soon invade you. The next day you wake up sweaty. What happened? Did this really happen? Well, yes, all this is beautiful happened well… a sleep paralysis. Between awakening and sleep, at the mercy of the unhealthy spirit that lurks in your room, the worst scare often becomes reality.

Will you wake up before it’s too late?

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  1. Brahms

    Your story is really catchy! I loved it 😃 I truly felt like I was there…

  2. Ms. Hubbard

    Great story, rich details!

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  1. Brahms

    Your story is really catchy! I loved it 😃 I truly felt like I was there…

  2. Ms. Hubbard

    Great story, rich details!

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