A new nightmare dream
The room was frightfully quiet, spare for the removed ticking of a clock that appeared louder with each passing moment. I was solidified in put, standing at the edge of a bed that wasn't mine. The discuss was overwhelming, thick with an unnatural chill that leaked into my skin. My breath came out in temperamental puffs, obvious within the dim light of the single, flashing bulb over me.
I didn't know how I got there. One minute, I was domestic, looking over thoughtlessly on my phone. The another, I was here—in this bizarre, ghastly room that felt more lively than it ought to. The dividers appeared to breathe, growing and contracting, as on the off chance that the house itself was a living substance.
At that point I listened it. A moo, throaty sound, something between a snarl and a moan, coming from the corner covered in shadows. I squinted, attempting to see what was there, but the haziness appeared to swallow the powerless light. My instinctual shouted at me to run, but my legs denied to move.
The sound developed louder, closer, and with it came a foul stench that made me choke. The shadows started to move, shaping the layout of something cruel. Its appendages were as well long, its head tilted unnaturally to the side. I couldn't make out its confront, but I may feel its eyes—cold, savage, penetrating through me.
"Who are you?" I overseen to whisper, my voice trembling as I took a step back. It didn't reply, but it didn't got to. The thing surged forward, quicker than anything I'd ever seen. I faltered, falling in reverse onto the bed as its clawed hand come to for me.
The minute it touched me, I woke up panting. My heart was beating, sweat soaking my body, but I was back in my room. Secure. Or so I thought. The clock on the divider ticked boisterously, incomprehensibly uproarious, rather like some time recently. The discuss was fair as cold. And within the corner of my room, the shadows started to move once more.
It wasn't fair a bad dream. It was something unused. And it was genuine.