Nightmare

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 11, 2017

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Darkness consumes my whole being and cold creeps down my back and dripping off my toes, thick and oozy like blood.  With a sudden flash of red, all I see is black and red.  Blood slips down my arms and legs and makes a pool at my feet, the walls bleed with black tar and the air smells of toxic fumes along with the intoxicating taste of iron.  The floor is glass and as I look down I see endless obis of nothingness slightly fogged by my blood smearing on the once perfect crystal.  Breathing becomes difficult and I struggle to stay upright.  The floor suddenly begins to crake and groan underneath the weight of the dripping tar and my blood that has completely covered my feet, filling the room slowly but surely.  I begin to think that not all the blood is mine.  I slowly look up and see dozens of people, hung and impaled, blood flowing from their seemingly fresh wounds.
The people begin to scream and wail in agony and try to grab at me.  The glass finally breaks and I am plunged into my doom while the still flailing limbs and piercing screams of the tortured souls above continue their painful dance with death. 
I fall down, down, down, and then with a sickening crack I hit the cold, hard, bumpy ground that lay so far below me seconds before.
I expected to be dead, I wanted the hands of death to wrap around my neck and end it all.  Pain streams through my body, a scream tries to escape my throat but it is stopped by the blood filling my throat and I cough.  I cough until my throat is raw and I all I can taste is the bitter color of red and iron.
After I stop retching I begin to breathe normally again and observe my surroundings.  I am on a never ending plane of rocks; black, smooth, and cool rocks.  I can only see the outlines of them since the only light there is is from the hole above that I fell through.  I am in so much pain and I want to know how many bones I broke.  I move around slightly and the pain disappears, it leaves me in a wash on cold and seeps into the ground below.  I try to stand; it was difficult because the rocks were loose and slippery.  I finally get on my feet and I hear a crack.  My foot, still covered in blood, had broken through one of the rocks.
With a bright flash, the plane was lit up In a wash of light that beamed down on me with malice as my eyes strained to against the harsh light.  Bones, bones for miles, skulls covered in tar and blood and I look down and my foot is planted in the middle of a shattered skull, filled with dark, thick blood.  The scream that had been lodged in my throat for so long is finally let go.  I scream as loud as I possibly can and then I hear a voice over my hysteria.  Booming and demonic sounding, it said:
“Blood is thicker than water”
The floor liquefies and I am plunged into a sea of blood, I am drowning in it, I am too tired to do anything to stay afloat.  I am dragged under the waves of gore and I don’t fight against the cold hands that strangle me.  Blood rushes into my lungs and I lose all air and hope.  Sleepiness and fog enter my mind and I let go of any hope left in me.  I am dying.
I am wrenched out of the sea by a powerful force and I see a welcoming light not like any light before, I float up to it and I reach out to touch it.With another flash, all I see is darkness.


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