I've always had vivid dreams, and these dreams are always horrifying, graphic and they always seem very real. Honestly too real, ever since I was little. And because of that I try to avoid sleeping. But I'm not insomniac I even went to a psychologists, around the age of fifteen maybe sixteen since my parents were worried about my sleeping habits.
Now, I work online as a graphic designer, but in my free time I design websites for people who need an amazing website but for a cheaper price then some other options.
What’s nice about working from home is, I can stay up late and drink coffee- LOTS of coffee. I have resigned myself to it, I mean I'm twenty five now; I'm making a good amount of money, I just don't sleep, I maybe get a few hours a day so can I live. But other than that I don't sleep very much.
"God I'm tired" I whisper to myself, while rubbing my eyes a little before I stretch my hands up towards the ceiling yawning deeply. I stand up from the table and walk into the kitchen to fill my mug with the dark bitter liquid. I take a long sip than let out a deep sigh. I snap out of my trance because the sound of a small ball rings through the apartment; so I hurry over to my laptop and open the email.
"Of course" I scoff, my client emailed me again, complaining about the website and what I did wrong, I have been working on this website for three weeks and each time I send it to my client, they always complain about the smallest details. I plop down in my chair and lean over my laptop rubbing my forehead, I groan before opening the website once again to fix the mistakes I made apparently.
I suddenly am overcome by the feeling of falling, I open my eyes and see only darkness, I can hear only the static of a TV, and the air is thick with the smell of vinegar. So thick I can taste it, I reach out searching for some kind of wall or floor, nothing, I find nothing. I feel my mind start to go into a panic, I search anxiously for something to grab onto.
Nothing.
I try to calm down so I can think, I'm a hundred percent sure I'm dreaming. But just to make sure I pinch my arm. I wince waiting for the feeling nothing happened but it confirmed my suspicion, I stay still for a moment, waiting for something to happen.
Then a sudden drop occurred, I land hard onto an unknown surface; I gasp from the loss of oxygen but I recover quickly, I stay in my position on the ground just breathing in and out while I do this I notice the static has stopped and I am left in deafening silence.
I begin to slowly sit up searching for something; I begin to panic again the world around me closing in rapidly. My breath quickens and my heart beat speeds up, my mind fills with thoughts of demons and monsters that could be lurking around me in the dark; I start to back away from my original spot, I keep moving backwards feeling the eyes of someone or something on me, watching my every move.
"Stop! Don’t come near me!" I scream, my panting becomes louder as I turn and begin crawling towards an unknown destination. I frantically try to stand up to run but something was holding me down, a heavy weight that rested at the end of the chains holding me down on my hands and knees; I start army crawling as the chains begin to be pulled on shoving me down to the ground, I am stopped in my tracks, my eyes faced the black surface under me.
"Mmhm" I gasp, when I hear a high song being sung completely out of tune; it screeches and the sound creeps into my veins making me shiver. I notice the wetness on my face and I recognize it as millions of tears pouring down my checks. I can hear the song drawing closer and closer the high pitched screech seemed to take over my body, my mind and my soul, the song pounded inside my head.
I feel a scream start to creep its way into my throat; I hold it in afraid that the thing singing would hear. I try to stay optimistic by telling myself over and over that it can’t see me and it will leave if I don’t make a sound.
I let out a small squeak when a shot of pain hit me; it started in my leg and the pain shook my body.
"I see you" the voice purred, its voice was high pitched; and when it stops talking its voice echoed and sounded like nails on a chalk board. I scream in terror as I see something underneath me, the only light coming from it was its eyes- its bright crimson eyes. I struggle against the chains and at the last second I am able to free myself, I jump up but the surface under me cracks then breaks under my feet, and I begin another fall into the unknown.
After falling for some time, I notice a light below me I pray for it to be me waking up. I am betrayed- it is another surface I prepare myself for the impact, I squeeze my eyes shut and lift my arms to protect my head. But when the impact never comes I open my eyes a little and I notice that I am floating just above the ground, confused I reach out with my toe and I touch the glowing surface under me; and the gravity seemed to turn back on and I drop to the ground, luckily I land on my feet.
I observe the area around me and I conclude that I was in a box, a glowing box; since it is filled with light, I walk forward till I feel a wall of some sort and I walk around the room with my hand on the glowing white wall, till I reach where I was when I started. I nod to myself and sit against the wall waiting, for the thing to find me again.
"Hehe ha-ha" a deep laugh flooded the silent air, I scream and shove my head into my arms, the room grew cold; a soft breeze rushed in from an unknown source.
"Look up" it slurred, without my consent I feel the muscles in my neck rise forcing my head to look up at the strange creature, and once I face the creature I feel every blood vessel run cold.
Its face was a deep pale almost white, the cheeks were sunken in; its eyes were extremely far back into its head, and the red color glowed from deep within its head, its body was hidden beneath a black cloak; the cloak was skin tight and I could see the outline of its body; the rib bones poked through its pale skin and through the black cloak. I notice the dry blood that surrounded the holes in cloak and around the skin.
It smiles, the color of its teeth is a disgusting yellowish green, and the smell that surrounded it was putrid; rotten fish and skunk spray.
"What- what do you want!" I stutter, it doesn’t respond it only smiles; a smile so large it looks like something was pulling its mouth upward causing it to smile so largely.
We both stood there in silence for a while before it starts reaching out for me, I scream and try kicking its legs, I even hear something crack where I was kicking but the thing stays standing, looming over me as its long skinny hand reaches for my throat. I whisper curses begging it to stop, I try to escape but I can’t move; the feeling of the chains once again greets me. Its hand grabs hold of my throat and begins to squeeze, harder and harder the longer its hand was choking me.
"St- stop" I beg hoarsely, it doesn’t.
The sudden loss of air feels to real as its hand slowly began to reach its limit, any further and it would crush my throat, the taste of metallic fills my mouth as I start spitting up blood, the crimson liquid drips down my shirt and some falls onto its hand, I can’t breathe anymore, my ears filled with a ringing noise and I fall into darkness; the only other sound audible was its high pitched laughter which indicated my death.
"Stop!" I scream jolting up; I jump from my chair and frantically look back and forth searching for its face. I take a moment and then let out a deep sigh, 'it was only a dream calm down' I think to myself.
I open my laptop only to find the battery has died, I groan in frustration and stand up to go find my charger, I enter my bedroom and head over to my nightstand. On my way out of the room I catch something out of the corner of my eye, something black to be specific.
"Um hello?" I question, no answer.
"Who’s there?!" No answer, I am about to step closer to the bathroom when I feel a cold, wet hand wrap around my throat; I reach up to feel it, it was long and skinny, I feel the wetness of the hand; and slowly bring my hand up to see what it is.
Its blood, and then everything hit me at once. The putrid smell and the looming figure. It’s here, in reality, how? How can this happen?
"I can still see you" it whispers, then the strong grip around my throat begins to squeeze; harder and harder. And like before I don’t have a chance to do anything before my vision burrs. I feel the same metallic taste as before, I start coughing up blood more this time; it drips down my shirt just like before and falls on its hand like before.
I hear the laughter and I know, this is it for me.
Darkness clouds my vision, and I feel myself falling to the ground.