Nightmare
Maybe there is something wrong. Maybe I'm insane But every time I close my eyes I dream a life of pain.
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Maybe there is something wrong. Maybe I'm insane But every time I close my eyes I dream a life of pain.
We slowly climbed the old wooden ladder and peered into the dark and gloomy attic room. I looked over at Peter. His eyes were wide open, he was breathing fast.
The light has been unrelenting for three days now. Three days. Where did the nights go. I miss the dark. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof.
Sitting down at the table I opened the boxes and began reading the letters, articles and reports...
Mad Millie May. Bad Millie May. Sad Millie May. Did you hear. The new girl. Yes. Her parents. Dead. And her brother. Dead too. Recently. Yes. Foul play suspected. And nobody knows anything else. No.
I can feel it deep within again ,the beast is quickly awakening.
I can heard the noise of laughter, Come from the darkness that surrounds. What am I to do here. It's source can't be found. It's from outside this room, Further than the darkness still.
We all jumped and looked around frantically for the source of the voice but found nobody. 'Don't be frightened, my dears. We're just going to be playing a little game.
My eyes snap open, squinting in the sudden light. The blazing white light burns directly into my eyes, sending blurry streaks of yellow spiralling across my vision.
Tooth grinding sound of crushed gravel. I can hear him coming up the drive. Is that I axe I see in his hand. I need to run for my life. Shoes slipped on, and out the back door.
Little bo peep slaughtered her sheep, And didn't know where to hide them, Couldn't leave them alone, Or bring them home, People would surely find them, So their skins got the chop, Ended up in a...
I'm the shadow in the night, The one that lurks out of sight. I'm the sadness in your heart, The one that rips your soul apart. I feed on your fear, Knowing I am near.
Nobody is trying to pretend. We're all friends. That's what passes by. But there's so much more. That doesn't meet the eye. Creatures lurk all around. Even when none seem to be found. They hide a lot.
Darkness. Everything I feel, everything I do, everything I know is darkness. I will never know the meaning of light. I will be here, in darkness, forever.
#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
...I could almost hear the spider breathing now, it was so close. I tried to think of happy joyful times so that at least I wouldn't die in distress but none came.
Tpek woke again in Hell. This time it was fiery. Not painful fire though, just the image of fire. But the image was bad. Tpek saw everything he loved burn. His family screamed.
...A sudden jolt brought me back to my senses. I turned to look, the spider was only three feet away now, its pointed fangs clacking together as they had when it first found me.
"8, 7..." They began to panic, clinging to each other while looking hopelessly around the room for any help. There was none. "6. 5..." The voice with each number sounded more amused. More sadistic.
A light-diamond globule drips from green-skinned rosy flesh. A million screeches combine to form a cacophony of chirruping. This just doesn’t seem to entice me anymore.
... Sam had been the one who had dared me, I don't know why I agreed. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to enter the trapdoor.
#TheOpussDead 20th Jan. 2002 Dear Mother, He's wonderful. Our beautiful baby boy. He's called Carter, after dad. Carter John McKeown.
Writing in my diary, my scribblings lit by the warm glow of my lamp, I'm comfortable and warm. Suddenly a creak echoes through the room, a creak of a foot on the stairs.
His cold hard stare. Will suck you into his world. The darkness is all he knows. His lips all chapped and furled. Sandpaper feel face. He hasn't shaved for days. A deathly aroma.