Nightmares will make an adult seem like a child, funny enough if it happens to be elements of your greatest fear ! It could tap into the cerebral part of the brain and render it numb.
I did piss my pants after a leap out of my bed. My bed was in tears as my sweat made various patterns on it.
It was after a nights party, I got a little tipsy and fell out of time. I was dragged home by a friend who laid me upside down my bed.
I had my jeans tightly stuck to my waist, my leather made shoe halfway away from my leg with my leg spread on a 4ft wide bed.
This position is sure to bring out the torment in me.
What Was The Nightmare About ?
In the nightmare was a closed room, empty with shades of light at each corner. A chair was in between the room, a metal chair with a bucket of water by the side of the chair.
It seemed like a person was standing at the end of the room, in black, I moved closer to the chair with the aim of seeing the man in Black who stayed at the end of the room.
I got close to the chair hoping to walk pass by, a hand came out of the ground, another holding on to my left hand.
I was being crucified in the air as my body was lifted above the ground.
The mysterious being moved closer. As he moved, so did the darkness. The more he moved closer, the more the darkness became thicker.
I'm a kid to darkness, I would take a gunshot and be hospitalized than stay a minute in a thick dark room.
It finally came close and the shadow went deep into my eye, nose and ear.
It was a rush of darkness into my body, blood drips out of my eye as the darkness consumed me.
I became the demon.
Freaking dark demon with the horn !
If felt like the demon was in control, I move according to his impulse.
My thoughts became dark. It was like I was a predator and I desire a prey so badly.
I move each step forward, down to an underground stairs.
On getting there, I realized I wasn't the only demon made. It was an army of victims like me who found themselves in the wrong room.
After me, the stairs closed and the darkeness fixed again waiting for another victim.
This is hell !! And it doesn't scare me . I'm just a freak who wants to test his pen on horror.
I think my imagination sucks 😂 I can't do horror anymore .
What do you think about my imagination? Is it okay ?