Pure sheet

It was another simple night change at the gas station. Autumn was approaching, so it was already quite cold outside and, in order not to get cold after running along the street, I sat in a comor and warmed up a mug of hot tea. Suddenly … by the way, I forgot to introduce myself – my name is Sanmax, I am 22 years old. A tall blue -eyed blond, but it is not as important as the events that began to happen to me from the moment … I heard a suspicious rustle behind the door. I immediately felt that there is someone there. It is strange that the dogs did not react to this, although they were 20 meters from the house, where I was located. Usually at the slightest violation of silence, they raised such a howl that I had to reassure them for quite some time. But not this time.

I went out, but there was nobody outside the door. Dogs lay peacefully near the booth and immediately noticed me. Deciding what it seemed to me, I returned to the house, sat on a chair, removed the sheet from the mug and … a leaflet? I had no leaflet when I went out. Having twisted him, I saw that something was written on him. I started reading:

Hi, I don’t know who you are, but I need your help. I am Alan Wake. I can’t explain to you now where I am. You won’t understand until you find yourself here yourself. I have little time, so remember: light, they are afraid of light. Use any of its sources if possible, and it will save you. All that I need from you is that from this moment you always carry a clean piece of paper with you. This is a trifle, but only it can save me.

What? This is someone’s joke? I got out of the change house and looked around again around. It was quiet, as usual. Cars at this time are already rarely driving. And at this time I closed in a change house and go to bed. I decided to walk around the gas station and check, maybe I didn’t see something in the dark, but I didn’t find anything after the bypass, so I returned to the change house and prepared for bed. For a long time, thoughts of the found note did not leave the head for a long time, and I tried to understand who was so joking at me. Or did not joke? Indeed, for a joke, there are a dozen other more effective and verified methods, such as, for example, sinking out of darkness with ominous cries. One way or another, but time and fatigue made themselves felt, and I began to slowly fall asleep ..

I woke up from … although nothing woke me up. I woke up myself, and, thinking that I slept until the very morning, since I felt cheerful, as if it were really, I looked out the window, but I saw all the same not visible darkness that was before sleeping.It rumbled in my stomach, and I realized that it was time to eat a little. I took out the money from the backpack and went to the store, which was in the gas station. Taking everything he wanted, and chatting a little with the saleswoman, I went back. But here something distracted me. On the right, not far from the change house in the grass, something brightly shone. I went into the cabin, threw it on the table, bought everything and went outside, heading for an unknown light source. Going closer, I saw what it was: it was a flashlight. But how he ended up here? It’s somehow strange all this. I picked it up and turned it off. At that moment, something rustled three meters from me. I turned on the flashlight again to make out what it was, but the sound is a verse right there. In the place from where the sound came nothing. Although no, having looked more closely, I noticed that there was some kind of shadow. Unlit plot, despite the fact that the flashlight shone quite brightly. I decided to come closer. And only I should take a step forward, sparks began to pour from this shadow and … she stirred! She tried to move away from the light: he seemed to burn her. I took another step forward and after a couple of seconds the shadow evaporated, succumbed to the light.

– Maybe I did not get enough sleep and I imagined it? After all, this is impossible! I thought. Looking around, I found another sheet with the following text:

Well done! You coped with her, but keep in mind that there are other shadows and they will be much stronger and just the light from the flashlight will be negligible, in order to get rid of them. So I left you something in the locker at the factory, which is located near you. Go and take my gift. I’ll contact you later.

I looked right towards the plant and struck me. The fact is that he was abandoned and covered only a little, and that, only outside, and since childhood I am terribly afraid of darkness. And I am also very curious since childhood, so nowhere to go. We must go.

Passing by a burning lantern on the territory of the plant in my head a thought flashed – it is necessary to survive – this happens with avid gamers, so I did not attach much importance to this. The main entrance was certainly closed. I don’t know how I generally hoped for the opposite, but the window was broken a few meters from it. I climbed through him and stood inside the building shrouded in the darkness. My heart was frozen, my breath was almost stopped. I started panic. I pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. I immediately felt better. The light scattered the darkness and I looked around: there were no lockers nearby, and I went further, taking very slow steps and listening to each sound, but not a single sound, except for my own steps, I did not hear. And that’s good. Soon I saw the stairs to the second floor and decided to check there.

Having risen to the top, I found myself in a long corridor, at the end of which stood a desk. I was very alerted by the fact that the table lamp that stood on it was turned on. It should be so left by the same Wake, who needs my help so much. Maybe he is somewhere nearby? I accelerated my pace, and the light from my flashlight began to flicker until finally went out. I was in complete darkness. But the table was just a little left, and because of all my might restraining the attack of panic continued to go. And the closer I came to the table, the more distinct I heard rustling behind my back. Turning back, I did not see anything. But when I was already very close to the desk, something touched my leg. I rushed forward, instructively grabbed a lamp from the table and sent to the place where I had just been. There was nothing there, but something tugged again. I lowered the lamp down and saw … Mouse, just a mouse.Like a stone from the shoulder, but immediately outside the window near the forest in pitch darkness, a heartbreaking scream rang. I looked out, but could not see anything, and again went to the table, another note lay on it:

Sorry for the mouse and an unexpectedly hung flashlight, but Gamesnotongamstop.co.uk the canons of the genre require that … I hope you know how to shoot. Your path lies to the hut near the forest, from where you just heard a scream. The locker has everything you need. I’m waiting for you.

I was dumbfounded. In my head and so complete questions without answers regarding today’s night, a few more were added: from where he learned about the mouse? About the scream? What other “canons of the genre”? And why did he ask him, I can shoot?

Leaving the stupor, I noticed a locker near the table. Inside, in addition to any junk, and the things I needed: a couple of a battery for a flashlight and … a gun with cartridges. I never shot in my life. And he only knew about how to use it. Taking everything and changing the batteries, I went on. Perhaps this will seem strange, but with a gun in his hand, I was not calmer, but on the contrary, even worse. After all, since he left it to me, then someone or something from the darkness will jump out sooner or later. Reflecting, I did not notice how I left the building and ended up on the street. There were 200 meters to the hut along a narrow path. I looked around, but I did not see anyone in sight, which is quite strange, because even at night there are people. They usually steal copper here, and indeed everything that you can sell. But today not a soul. And only now I realized that for the whole time of my trip I have not met anyone on my path. This alerted me, but there were answers to all my questions ahead and it was too late to retreat.

The path became shorter and my thoughts interrupted the shadow, which I noticed five meters from myself. I stopped, and I knew what to do and, sending a lantern to it, I took a step forward. The shadow began to spark again, and then evaporated, but not like the last time. This time, a man of about 35 stood on the site of the shadow. Just stood and looked at me with a frantic gaze.

– You need help? – I began, but at that moment the knife flashed in his hand and he threw him into me, rushed forward. I dodged, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed another shadow heading in my direction. Having moved the elbow into the face rushing at me the first stranger and thereby sending him to the knockout, I directed the ray of light to the second, and he, getting rid of the shadow, also rushed in my direction, he had an ax in his hand. I backed away, and stumbling on the body of the first fell to the ground. Seeing how the second brings an ax above my head, preparing to deliver a crushing blow to me, I remembered about the gun. Quickly directing the barrel in his direction, I shot and missed. Thank God I managed to dodge his blow, and already standing up, I took a second shot, throwing the enemy to the land. I turned sharply 180 degrees to kill the knotted one, but it was no longer.

– Here! – There was a cry from the hut, which was already 50 meters from me. I ran there. On the threshold stood a brunette of 30-35 years old, dressed in a gray jacket, with a hood dressed under it, and dark jeans.

– Alan Wake? I asked

He nodded, and swing me inside, locked the door.

– Where is the leaf? – he immediately asked

– First explain to me what is happening here? – I interrupted it – who are you? What are they? And from where did you know what I would do?

“I did not know,” he answered, and, seeing bewilderment on my face, he continued – whether I am a writer, a writer of horror, I understand that you may not understand this, but … you are sleeping at work now. This is your dream, just like I sleep at home and see this dream.

I am even more confused, as is possible, because everything happens like Java. Except…

– And who are these creatures? -I asked, and he immediately answered-these are shadows, fictional creatures from my last story-I looked at him inquiringly, and he continued-about a year ago I began to write my new story, but this time I did not invent the main character, and just entered myself in his place, as it turned out later-in vain, in vain, very in vain, very in vain. The fact is that after writing the first chapter, I noticed that everything that I wrote on paper began to happen to me in dreams. But all this was so true that I did not immediately notice the difference, and when I noticed it, I decided to enter into the narrative of you, or rather not even you, but a person who will work at a gas station on this day and at this time. Therefore, I knew that there would be a mouse at the factory, that the battery and so on will sit, because I wrote it myself. But I could not know how you would react in these situations, because you are a person, and I can’t just obey you with your will just by writing something on a leaflet. After all, in the end, you could not come here at all, or not fall asleep. My dreams stroked me, and in order to return to reality, I need a pure sheet from the real world so that I finish my story. So you brought a leaflet?

I stood in shock, trying to digest, everything he told me, and did not immediately hear the question, but then I remembered:

– No, I did not take a leaflet

His pupils began to rush in different directions, he began a panic. Alan rushed around the room, trying to find an alternative solution to the current situation, and soon stopped, staring at my jacket.

– You went to bed in her? -he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he continued-look in your pockets, maybe you will find something you can write about.

I began to fumble in my pockets, but I did not find anything but crumpled 50 rubles and a couple of a couple.

“It should come up,” said Wake and grabbing the bill from his hands sat down at the table and began to write.

I went to the window and saw that the same stranger who managed to hide from me was heading to the hut, but this time he was not alone, but in the company with a dozen shadows.

“Alan, we have problems,” I said, and turned around. He stood at the table and held in his hand a already scribbled bill.