I waved to my friends as they disappeared down the street in a hansom cab. I had just spent a pleasant evening with them at the theater. Laughing and making merry. But now I needed to be alone. Throughout the course of the evening, a pressure had been building within my head. At first it had been slight, but by the end of the evening, I was finding it difficult to concentrate. This was not the first time it had happened to me. Over the course of a few months I had started to feel it, as if there was something within me trying to get out. I had gone and seen countless doctors but none of them seemed to think there was anything wrong with me. So I dismissed it. But in the past few weeks, I had felt it more regularly. That was when the dreams had stated to occur. Horrific nightmares of blood and death, of broken bodies and terrible screams, and occasional glimpses of an horned thing of unimaginable evil. After such nightmares, I would awake exhausted and unable to do much for the remainder of the day.
As I made my way through the maze of streets, I gradually became aware of presence. It was just outside the reaches of my mind, but I could feel it. I whirled around, but the fog that had come in off of the river made it difficult to see anything clearly. Despite this, I was sure I was being followed the was a sense of malevolence. But as I whirled around frantically searching the fog, I saw nothing, no sign of anyone. Again I felt it, and the pressure in my head intensified.
Not fully knowing what I was doing I began to run.
I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't look back for fear I what I might see. I felt as tho I was being hunted, hunted by something dark and evil, something that knows me, but I do n...
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... She was barely alive. In the center of the room was a pit where countless bodies burned, filling the room with and acrid sweet smell.
Familiar faces stared at me, eyes blank, expressions of fear and agony. All at once I realized that these were the figures from my nightmares. The ones I had witnessed being torn apart by the horned creature. Although I should of been terrified, I wasn't. The scenes of violence pleased me. I was comforted by the broken bones, the burning bodies and the moans of the dying women.
Whilst in my revelry the I heard a scream. The woman had awoken, her face was a mixture of terror and pain. I began to approach her, but stopped. Reflected in her eyes, staring back at me, was the hellish creature who had plagued my nightmares.
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My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
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terror but I couldn’t understand why my creator was horrified at my sight I was devastated all I remember was charging at him My farther was running for his life when my farther thought I was dead he left town without me keeping his secret in his attic.
This is a documentary film review of the nightmare, which explains the cause of sleep paralysis through the eye witness of several different people. These people are stuck between sleeping and waking. They are unable to move but still knows what is going on around them. As a horror film, its absolutely terrifying and its makes you not want to sleep. But as a documentary it was not a god one because it doesn’t offer any scientific point of view. They could have put Doctors in the film to tell what causes sleep paralysis to happen. But that would have taken away what made the movie scary in the first place.
She screamed, making me smile a sly smile, when she saw me, I walked to her, my creature cut open her stomach, she screamed again. The smell made me shudder, I loved it, the death of another made me happy, and I didn't know why.
The trail upon which I found myself was overgrown with foliage, hampering my process through the dark, infected woods. As I rounded what appeared to be the final bend, a large ominous clearing yawned before me. I came to an abrupt halt and was cautiously astonished to hear the insistently loud crying of an abandoned baby. Imagine my surprise when my feet moved of their own accord, drawing me closer and closer to the forlorn whimpering to which the cries had died down to. Though my mind was in a feverish state, a clear part of the cerebrum remembered something bad, something so horrible indeed, that I feared to imagine it; lest I should drown in the murky depths of guilt.
creature stood before me, gnarling teeth, sharp enough to slice cleanly through my flesh. Skin, a sickish green, mounted with boils and sores, rough and jagged all over. Claws, double the size of the contorted figure, curled by it's side. The creature hunched over, as it were waiting to pounce any second, or maybe as if I was waiting for it to pounce. Now, I was more curious then frightful. My feet glued to the floor, my heart pounding heavily. I was to be a victim, slaughtered and eaten as the main course yet I still stood. The compelling need, to look the creature in the eye had taken over, and my chin lifted. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. My stomach churned, not at the sight of the horns that stretched from it's forehead,
I turn around, the unsettling feeling of something following dawns on me. A wave of mist rushes over to me and blurs my vision. Crows cackle into the dark night and I’m suddenly aware of how alone I am. I start running, the fear of a creature lurking in the forest is my worst enemy. Constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to see a monster staring into my soul. A light suddenly shines onto me and I am illuminated in the dark surroundings. Startled and confused I back away from the spotlight, thrown into complete darkness again. The light is being thrown around the forest, hungry for a living being. I crouch behind some bramble and hope the light disappears.
In combinations of words and shouts, I heard an indistinct cry “Robbery! Someone robbed me.” Out of total curiosity, I followed the path to the shop that got robbed. Pieces of shattered glass were spread unequally on the floor, jewels that were supposed to be stacked properly vanished. In an instant, the black figure sprinted over me, with a large crowd of visitors chasing him. The sound of heavy steps and fierce yells were groups of elephant crossing the river. Frightened, I cried with all my strength. “Help me! Save me!” There was no reply. In an impulse, I ran to the nearest pillar for cover, on the verge of tears. Out of nowhere, the black figure caught my collar and lifted me up. I was scared to death, no words, no tears could come out. A pointed, cold thing was on my neck. “Back up, all of you!” the man wearing black said. There was a complete silence in the mall as the black man shuffled backwards, toward the exit. The crowd followed him slowly, trying to create as less motion as possible. My heart was pounding fast, it felt like an undetonated bomb that may explode at any instant. Sweats were pouring out from my body, like a huge waterfall. Still, I was motionless and did not dare to speak anything. After he got the exit, the crowd was still nervous. Muted mutterings and small gestures lingered between the people in the crowd. Out of everyone
In the morning, I hear a voice says: "the door of hell is open!" But I do not listen to it and just continue to do my dream. When I wake up, I saw blood around me, and I hear some miserable crying voices from far away. I lift my head and solidifie my eyes, and I see the mouth of a fain blood stain, and he is smiling to me. I realize that he is not a human, he is a ghost! I painfully shout out loud "Oh, My God!" Then I fainted in the ground. When I wake up again, I first squinting carefully look around, and I see that there is no one around me. I rapidly breath a few times. And I think where is this place? I just want to run out this ugly place, I do not know how many miles I ran out to arrive a place surrounded by thorns. And I carefully look around again and find out a door with a word "hell". I tell myself, since I have been came to here, I think I need to look around this adventure world.
Now I sat, the ringing of my ears soothing as I listened to the cheering grow louder and louder with every second. Ecstatic praise and applause constant in my drums as my mind had gone numb with though. The piercing cries of children and families filling my ears as my eyes focused in along the body of the beast. It’s face had construed into a large smile, teeth jagged and crossed, spilling out of the creatures mouth with a wicked grin. It’s eyes, though black in entirety, gazed directly onto me. Through the blackness you could barely make something out. Small grey squiggles within the wringed and milky black of the pools. I could almost read it. The bare lines forming abstract messages and ideas. My thoughts were then subverted by the loud voice which came yelling from a podium, hidden behind thick metal
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
I wake to the sunlight bursting through the windows onto my face. Something is off.. The air feels wrong, like evil lingered in the room. Adrenaline rushes through my body with such urgency that I throw myself up from my bed. My head slammed against the bedpost as I stood, but because of the adrenaline that rushed through me, I felt no pain. What is that smell? So unfamiliar. The only thing I can make out in it is Lilith's familiar scent, but it’s as if something strange mixed in and is masking it’s tantalizing odor. I can’t stop shaking. Maybe I’m still trapped in the final seconds of a nightmare so terrifying, that even as I stand here wide awake, I cannot escape its hold. I get a small glass of water and take a moment to gather myself. It
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.