Every night I go to bed,
And turn out the light.
Darkness encompasses my room,
It is silent, eerie and creepy.
I begin to stir memories in my head,
Of my childhood nightmares in Bangladesh.
It is of a man, a man without a head,
Laying under my bed.
I begin to imagine how it happened,
…lost his head from his neck,
With a blow from an axe.
Blood spurts out of
His capillaries and blood vessels,
Which are now like leaking taps.
I remain laying in bed, in pure darkness,
I’m scared…losing control of my mind.
I see blood rushing up the walls and
Running along the ceiling.
Drip, drip…the everlasting echoes of blood drops,
From the ceiling to the floor;
Encapsulates my mind and arrests my body.
I’m slowly losing faith of reality.
I can hear the faint sounds of babies crying,
Mothers screaming and men yelling.
Sane they were once upon a time,
Insane they have become since the truth was revealed,
The truth about their very own existence.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What place is this?
I do not know,
I’m a foreigner in this strange and vivid world.
I walk to the bathroom, slowly, because…
I hear a woman crying
I hear ‘h…e…l…p….…m…e’ in a stuttering voice.
My footsteps are soft but still the wooden floor creaks.
The woman I kept on hearing is now silent;
I steadily push the door open.
I turn on the light and before my very eyes,
Appears a naked woman in the bath.
Brutally murdered and bathing in her own blood.
No evidence of weapons in sight,
No evidence of another being,
No evidence of an escape route.
I begin to blackout.
Later in time, I wake up,
I look under my bed, there is nothing.
I look in the bathroom, there is nothing.
Was I just dreaming?
Was that an illusion of the mind?
Or did that really happen?
Whatever it is…
Why do I have nightmares of this kind?
Am I waiting for something to happen?
Did I just have a premonition?
I’m still in the bathroom when I begin to hear those sounds again,
Babies crying, men, women and children begging for mercy.
I’m scared…I start trembling,
I want to get those voices out of my head.
For some reason the bathroom light goes out.
Total blackness looms and fills the room.
I hear nothing, I see nothing.
With some kind of strong force,
I got flung to where the bath is,
I didn’t feel anything or anyone touch me.
My body was freezing cold,
But I couldn’t feel anything,
Was I paralysed?
Oh heavenly Lord above,
Save thy body from the perils of thy misery.
A being I am, a human being,
Chaos and order ruled my immortal life
Until now…
Dreams, imaginations and premonitions,
Thy mind is freaked and thy body is weak.
White smoky clouds gather and merge together,
And slowly illuminates into a ghostly figure.
A headless paranormal being…
Is coming for me…I can’t move,
There is a stutter in my voice as I yell,
‘H..e..l..p…m..e…’
Written 21 August 2008
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