The Nightmare To Be True

Victims Names Written In Blood

WARNING: contains language, gore, animal cruelty, etc 

Could this be his last day? He didn't know, right now all he knew was to run, run as fast as he can. The thing that was chasing him was a bit slow and kept a distance. What he didn't know was that she was leading him right where she wanted him. There was still darkness, but he could see his surroundings. As he ran he noticed how all the trees looked the same. The ancient scent of the dead filled the nose of the middle-aged man. His stamina was rapidly decreasing as he took each step. Suddenly, he felt a strong pain in his calf, the dog that was chasing him sank its jagged teeth deep between the soleus and gastrocnemius muscles. The father shouted in pain as he fell with the monster's teeth still launched on. He quickly grabbed a big rock that laid beside him. When he raised the rock above the head of the dog its eyes were quickly fixed on him. Its eyes were empty and cold, almost like staring into the eyes of the lifeless.

"Don't do that.'' The dog spoke even though it was still biting his lower leg. Without blinking he beat the wild dog on its head over and over. It let go after a few hits soon it stopped moving. Looking at it once more he was horrified at the sight. The left eye was halfway out of the socket. Its skull wasn't broken but he could see the mixture of blood and cerebrospinal fluid pour out of the wound. The right eye was still looking at him which gave him an uneasy feeling. It was excruciating to get up since that thing took a chunk of his calf. He took one limp step then glanced back at the dead dog before spitting right next to its corpse and limped away. He never looked back and since he didn't the wild dog got up quietly and continued to follow him. More blood and cerebrospinal fluid rolled down her face and dripped onto the ground leaving small puddles of fur, spinal fluid, and the crimson liquid. The lower jaw was almost broken but she didn't seem interested in regenerating anything. Its left eye was now dangling out of the eye socket only because of the optic nerve attached.

"How the fuck do I get out of here? When will I wake up?" He grumbled. "This is all a dream right?" Then he remembered his youngest daughter clinging onto the claw of that creature. It was like a wingless dragon he thought to himself. "How did this person even know his past? Could it be his daughter? Did someone teach her black magic and now she is using it against me? Impossible." All those questions and thoughts rushed in his mind for a long time. He had no idea where he was or where he was going so there was no point in trying to not get lost. As he looked up to see where he was going, his stomach turned and he felt like vomiting. Corpses were lying down on the ground lined up. Each corpse was damaged in its own unique way. They were animals but no animal or human should be killed in such ways. One lacked a spine or head, while another was sliced in half, while the other was missing eyes, a tongue, and legs, and another had its intestines wrapped around its neck. The worse thing was each corpse was named. Each name was written in their own blood, however, there was one name that lacked a corpse. And it was his.