Narrator
The rain is pounding onto the window panes, as the lightning flashes through...killing the darkness temporarily sending the bedroom into a frenzy of shadow-figures dancing all over the walls. The thunder rumbles in the distance, shaking the whole house in its wake...making the bedroom feel like a tiny little box in this great, big worlds full of noises and startling bright-blues and neon-whites.
The radio-clock shows now a little after two-twenty nine in glowing, red digits...as the storm outside keeps pounding onto the house without mercy. Alberto is still sound asleep on his bed...he was shirtless and sockless when he fell asleep by accident, without even realizing it a few hours ago. He was wearing his pajama-pants too...now his entire body has been wrapped up in his bed-sheets, completely tight. The bed-sheets are wrapped all around his body, from his neck down to his bare ankles. There is a pillow case wrapped around his mouth, all over...down to his jaw-line, wrapped so tightly that you can see it squeezing into his face, probably cutting the circulation there a bit!
All around his bedroom...the tiny shadows, the tiny figures...the tiny whispering...the miniature 'things' are back. The bedroom looks crawling with thousands of these creatures all surrounding Alberto's bed, like spectators to a now silent show in this incessant storm. By his bed's footboard, there is now an ironing board (probably his mother's), situated in a manner which would probably facilitate his removal from the bed...which is probably to happen within the next few minutes.
In the meantime, Alberto's body is mummified in his own bed sheets, with a pillow case...removed from said pillow, now wrapped tightly around his entire mouth. As the storm continues to rage outside, Alberto stirs and tries to move a bit within his bonds.
Alberto's POV
I'm obviously fucking dreaming again, because I find myself completely stuck...up to my neck in what seems like quicksand. I try to move my arms, my legs, my hands...shit, I even try to move my fucking mouth...but I can't! I move my feet, and surprisingly, I can...but I still go nowhere...and as I keep trying to move, I remember that I fucked-up royally. I was not supposed to fall asleep, I was just supposed to have pretended to be asleep! "WHAT THE FUCK...I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AWAKE..." I think to myself in the dream.
I begin to leave this dreamscape and I slowly wake up into the darkness of my room...where as the lightning is once again flashing outside my windows, I feel something is not quite right with me...I feel like I'm still in some fucking quicksand! I have a strange feeling on my arms...they feel like they are very tight, very constricted by something that is all over my body...because as I wake-up further I realize that my legs feel the same way! My eyes have not adjusted completely yet, but I can see a bit in the half-darkness half-lid room by the storm...I look down towards my entire body, and I realize that my fucking bed sheets have been used to mummify me from my chest down to my ankles...I see my bare feet and toes at the end!
Realizing now what is happening...I try to squirm or struggle, but the bed sheets were worked over rather well all over my body to the point of making me completely immobile. I look up, and all around my fucking room, and I realize I'm not alone...there are thousands of rodent-things all over the fucking place! There some on my shelves, some on my desk...and some on my headboard too. I can hear more of these fucking things making fucking noise all over the floor!
"Mmmrrgmnhoonnmm..." I try to say shit, but my fucking mouth is tight shut with some fucking piece of cloth that I realize has been wrapped and tied-tight all around my fucking mouth! This time I don't think I have anything stuffed in my mouth...just a fucking cloth wrapped around it, so tight my entire jaw hurts a bit!
Fuck...this shit can't be happening to me, I was so fucking stupid...I fell asleep in this fucking house...and now these things are going to get me again! I'm so fucking pissed at myself, I should have just ran away...no matter what had happened, at least I wouldn't be here like this right now...I'd be somewhere else...safe!
I try to fucking squirm, I try to fucking struggle...to move my legs or my arms...I try to press the back of my head really hard against my bed, trying to scrub the cloth-gag off me, but it's all futile...the gag is not gonna come undone and off any time soon, at least not right now...it's too fucking tight!
"Mmmgghnngghoorrnnnmmmm..." I try more pointless muffle-shitting hoping my parents will maybe miraculously wake to my 'gag sounds' and come in my fucking room and save my fucking ass...hopefully finding out about these fucking things in the process! But the fucking storm outside drowns out my muffle-noise as well as any other noise I make with my mummified body and maybe my fucking squeaky mattress...as I'm fucking squirming and struggling within my wrapped-up tight bed sheets! Suddenly, some of these animal-things get on top of me...I feel their little fucking feet all over me! A couple others, I feel climb up to my forehead by my mohawk-shaped, combed backwards hair. I try to fucking shake them off but they're too fucking heavy...and as I am trying to shake their little asses off my head, I feel thousands of tiny little hands lift my entire fucking body up a bit off my bed...I FEEL MY FUCKING BODY BEING LIFTED OFF MY FUCKING BED!
"MMGHGNNMMOORRRNNMMM..." I fucking muffle-moan louder, trying to scream some shit under the fucking tight-ass-shit cloth that's wrapped around my fucking mouth now...I'm fucking frantic, I don't want to be taken...I don't want to fucking go anywhere with these fucking things! My gut is telling me these fucking things are going to take me...and my fucking parents are never even gonna hear my fucking ass scream for help! "MMNGHGHRRROONNMNM...", I muffle-scream some more, scared shitless, fuck...I don't want to go anywhere, FUCK...SOMEBODY PLEASE, GOD HELP ME! In my frantic muffle-screaming my fucking eyes begin tearing-up...I feel like a fucking bitch right now, but I'm fucking sobbing underneath this fucking tight cloth heavily, and I feel my fucking tears rolling down the sides of my eyes, as these fucking shitty animal-things begin to drag my fucking mummified body towards the foot of my fucking bed.
I squirm and struggle more and more...but nothing fucking helps! My body keeps moving, slowly towards the foot of the bed. Some rodent-things remain on top of my body, and the ones on my forehead, continuously fall by the side of my head but climb back up on my forehead. I initially freaked because I thought I was going to hit the fucking floor really hard, since that's the only way to get me out of bed the way I am now, but I was shocked to feel that my entire body was traveling over something that was placed there specifically for that purpose...something these fucking things could walk on in order to get me down and off my fucking bed! I did feel a subtle tilt...downwards, when he fucking bed ended and the other thing started, but then it was all smooth-sailing from there. Once I feel like I'm being dragged on the floor, I lift my head to see towards my feet...to see if I can see where I'm being dragged to. The fucking animal-things that were on my fucking forehead fall again, but held onto my hair again as well...while I looked on in fucking horror before me, where my fucking wrapped up body was headed. "Mmgghmmonm..." I muffle-moaned and groaned...but knew my fucking ass was toast as shit now, I was being dragged into my fucking closet...the door was wide-open now, and there were thousands of these fucking things all over, surrounding me as I was being dragged slowly towards my open, fucking dark closet!
As I was fucking freaking out, I was wondering why my fucking closet...and then it came to me! I remembered a large vent opening at the far end of it, with a large lid...screwed into it. I recalled seeing this huge-ass shit vent as I was unpacking my shit when we moved in. I remember wondering why I had a vent in my fucking closet then. "Mmmrghnnmgorhghgrommn..." I fucking mouth-off into the fucking tied cloth wrapped tight around my fucking mouth now, as my fucking body keeps getting dragged further more into my dark closet. "Mmmgmghhroomm..." I muffle out more shit and squirm and fucking struggle...but I know I'm completely fucked now...these things got me fucking good and they fucking won, and now I'm their fucking trophy...I'm their price, I start sobbing more underneath my fucking wrapped-tight cloth gag, as I'm dragged into my dark closet, completely...and I feel my bare feet making it into the cold vent, that must have the lid removed now, slowly...as I notice my closet door being closed behind us slowly too..."MMGHGHRORORNMMNNMORNMMN..." I fucking squirm and struggle as much as I can, and I muffle-scream more shit, but I've fucking been beat...and these fucking things won, I'm fucking theirs..."MMGHNMNROORNMNNMHGRORNMNMMNN..."!
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HororThe rain is pounding into the night, as Alberto struggles to open his eyes from a deep sleep, which seems has been abruptly interrupted by a strange feeling on his muscles. As the flashes of lightning break through his bedroom window, and the shake...
