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It may seem like something out of a nightmare but that's exactly what it is. A nightmare I frequently have, put into writing. Hope you enjoy!

Submitted: September 15, 2013

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Submitted: September 15, 2013



Note: I figured I’d go ahead and explain what… inspired me to write this monstrosity. I am afflicted with Bi-Polar Disorder and one of the symptoms is something called “Psychosis”. To sum it up, I have incredibly intense nightmares & hallucinations. This was a nightmare I’ve had multiple times and it doesn’t seem to go away. So I decided to take this and put my mediocre writing skills to use and share it with everyone. I understand some parts may be better described than others and it may seem fragmented and broken up but thus is the nature of dreams and I kept it on par with that. But anyways, please note this is the first time I’ve published something like this and try not to crucify my writing. Enjoy!





I opened my eyes. It was dark with the exception of a single light above the door a few yards to my right. I looked to my left and I could see nothing. The only thing I could make out was the slow, steady dripping of water. I turned and stared into the darkness for what felt like hours before I heard the door behind me tear open and a voice yell “RUN!

So I did. I ran faster than I’ve ever ran in my life. I don’t know what compelled me to do so but I stumbled through darkness. I suddenly hear footsteps behind me. I can’t make out how many but it suddenly hits me. Fear. Fear, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. My heart starts pounding and I break into a sweat. I feel like my heart is going to explode. I start crying but I don’t stop running.

I run. And run. And run.

A dim light turns on ahead above a door so I start running faster, trying to put some distance between me and whatever is behind me. I reach to door and try to open it but my hands keep slipping on all the sweat covering my hands. I hastily take my shirt and wipe my hands and the door knob then finally manage to get it open. The room is dimly lit but I don’t pay much attention as I slam the door shut and lock it. I rush to the farthest corner of the room and get into the fetal position, holding myself tightly.

I start to cry again as they finally reach the door.

So much scratching, banging, gnashing. Then the laughter starts. A maniacal laughter unlike anything I have ever heard. The laughter of madness. Pure, abominable, madness. I start crying harder but it turns into laughter. I can’t help it. It’s addicting. But then it stops. Everything is quiet.

And I look up to see the door is open and what was chasing me is standing before me. They were all black except for their face; white, virtually blank except for wicked, black lips. Then they start smiling and show their crooked, yellowed teeth. The gnashing starts again. It’s so loud. I try to cover my ears but it just gets louder.

I close my eyes, trying to wish it all away but I find myself penned to the ground, all of them around me, tearing off my shirt and clothes.

Then it starts. I can feel them biting, clawing, eating me. A pain stronger than anything I’ve ever I’ve ever felt multiplied by twenty, all across my body. I try to scream but I can’t, I can barely breath. I look up at the light that’s barely illuminating the room, and see blood scattering the walls. I giggle on the inside, wondering if it’s mine. Then everything goes black.

I wake up, drenched in sweat, and hurting all over, as if it had actually happened. I look up and I could see them, in my closet, staring at me. Smiling. I hear the laughter again and I close my eyes and cover my ears. The laughter finally stops and as I look up, they’re gone and everything is quiet.

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