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His dreams seeped from his mind into the world. The terrifying presence that it brought. The demons free from in his head. Are out and must be fought. They tear at the reality of the world they're in.
#NightDwellers Hearing creatures screech at night, Waiting for the blessed light. Close my eyes and it's not real, I will not be this nightmare's meal.
It never fails, he calls me his friend, scaring me senseless, at about 10:00. First the banging noise, followed by the sliding of my closet door, I quick hide under my covers, more terror is in store.
Night goes to days when I scream myself awake To get away from those eyes that penetrate Reflection in the eye see blood from the heart Safe and sound is far apart from my mind Unable to find...
My eyes snapped wide open at the sound of my creaking door. I could feel it… I could feel them. They were back. “I’m scared.” I silently whispered into the air as my heart began racing.
#NightDwellers I'm that hooded figure, At the end of your bed. I'm the boggy man, Understand what I said . I'm that reflection in the mirror, I'm that voice in your head.
He yanked & pulled my body. Out into the dark. I knew it was the devil. He had hold of my ankle. Over stones or brambles. Over something sharp. They ripped, they tore. My back did pour.
I finish brushing my hair and begin to get ready for bed. I open the bottom draw of my large dresser and pull out two neatly folded, cream coloured blankets. "Catch!" I laugh.
(authors note: hi. this is actually a dream (nightmare) I had a few years ago, there are actually more than one version but they alway take place in the same tunnel.
monsters monsters they hide in your closet they want pop out when its all dark and quiet. you wake up to a strange sound and you hear the monsters creping aroud.
#nightdwellers#beginningline Unaware of what lurked in the darkness my heart raced. Shadows danced before my eyes fear my mind embraced. A scream invaded my ears the owner of its voice was me.
#acrostic. D istant scenes, off kilter views. R andomised, you cannot choose. E ver changing tales amuse. A world in which you cannot lose. M aking light of days events. I s it a form of self defence.
Have you ever had a nightmare, That wakes you in a sweat. That leaves you at a loss for breath. With eyes and cheeks still wet.
N obody around, to hear my screams, I t's all so dark and lost it seems. G oing no where, though I try, H ow I scream, but no reply. T rapped in hell, a messed up prison.
There was a cute little dog so i reached out to pet it. I felt something crawling. So, i looked at my hand and i saw that my hand was full of black specks like bugs crawling around.
I'm free, haunt me Torment my night, Sleep eludes me As I fill with fright. When my eyes close Things get strange, The sky is now green My thoughts have a change.
#whatgoesoninmyhead. Had a dream last night that scared me silly. My friend was eaten whole,by a goat named billy. I never knew that goats could be so vicious.
They say I'm too young to be so sad. But this sadness is all the comfort I've ever had. I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by people, Yet isolated in my misery. I welcome sleep, a void free from pain.
HELP ME I'M Drowning!!. SOME ONE HELP!!!!.
What of the sinners and sailors With no wind in their tails No wind left to blow them from north to down south No ports left open and no ships set sail No storms on high seas, no blowing wild...
Imagine you're in a big empty room, with a stone floor. Now imagine all light goes off. It's so dark, you can almost feel it pressing against your eyes.
yesterday I had a terrible dream. in that dream I was in a kind of prison with a lot of scientists and no I wasn't one of those scientists, I was a prisoner.
Hey, I really hope you enjoy this. I'm going to try and make this my best story. Please like and repost. Chapter 1: Dream to die. I ran. My feet crushed the twigs when I stepped on them.
#nightdwellers Midnight like the blackest ink seeps over the land. The last traces of light compete to make a stand. The witching hour is upon us, and all is not well.