26 November 2012
I stood frozen, facing the mirror, too scared to open my eyes…
I was balled up on the floor in a corner. I could feel them watching me. I gathered the strength to look… and I saw myself, frightened, hair a mess, eyes wide. Until the mirror cracked, shattering into a thousand pieces. I felt them come, thousands of shadows rippling in the air.
"What do you want with me!?", I screamed, my voice raw and hoarse. I was frozen. Numb. I started to close my eyes. I tried to open them, to move, but it was useless. I fell out of consciousness into a fitful state of half-sleep. And when I woke up…
I was laid on the floor, in the dirt. The night air was cool and humid, and there was a strange mist hovering above me. I tried to move but I couldn't. After a few tries I sat up. I was in a large rectangular hole. It looked like it hadn't been dug for a while. A shiver ran down my spine. They were coming. I just knew it. I had to get out. I forced myself up stiffly, and tried to jump out, but the hole was too deep. I felt myself going numb again. I couldn't stop it. I fell back, arms and legs outstretched, facing the sky. I couldn't move. Something caught my eye. A stone. It sat at the top of the hole. Engraved on it… was my name. And suddenly, I realised, with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of my stomach… I was lying in a grave. My grave.
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Nightdwellers • Opuss № I