I think I'm getting through a face of nigthmares and creepyness >.o It must be something that I ate. D:
Here is an idea I had yesterday, before going to sleep but forgeting it after closing my eyes. It is..kinda gory? I could say... D:
Let the rain burn against my skin; watch me as I corrode Ander the weight of everything…
Last night I had a dream. I was all alone in a dark room, as if my eyes had been taken from me. A little voice laughed. It was of a little girl that appeared right in front of me, embraced by a cold light. Her face was the one of doll. Her dead fingers aimed for my hand, entwining my hand with her. I felt as if I became captive of something unknown to me, a strange feeling growing in the bottom of my stomach. She ran, guiding me as we went through that dark corridor that was now lighten up by the flames of candles in forms of faces, screaming as they burned forever.
A door was now open before us, glowing with an eerie atmosphere from it insides. A little kid was peeking from the corner of the door. Instead of ears he had horns, like a goat. He looked at us with empty eyes as he extended his hand to her. She took it delighted as she let go of me and dance with him as they walked to the middle of a group of little monsters, as I should called them, and she laid between them.
I was filled with disgust with that horrendous scene that was in front of me, the little ones started scratching her in her stomach, ripping her skin up, wounding her, opening a hole. As the blood squirted in their faces, her intestines were ripped of by the claws of this monsters, the goat boy taking a big part of it, biting part of her stomach, chewing it with is tremendous big teeth; or should I say fangs? , almost suffocating himself with it.
I looked at her, she was laughing hysterically, looking at me, her arms aiming to the skies. I looked away, turned my back to the mad party and ran through the door from where I came from, only to fall into a spiral of lights.
I opened my eyes, my room, just as before .The glass of water in the table near my bed. A trail of blood that went through my whole room, heading to the bathroom and the delightful metal taste of blood in my tongue.
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