Dreamscapes

Ch. 2 - Stairs

[ ⚠️: descriptions of gore + blood/death ]

　I wondered where my mind led me to as I stepped into an image of a large staircase; like those in the Renaissance era. In front of me showed a large carpet placed down the center of the steps. It was a crimson red color with a shiny gold lining. It was bright and sunny outside so the sun shined through the window by the top right staircase and made the carpet sparkle a bit. The material of the stairs were white marble with black streaks. It seemed like nobody lived here, in fact it felt abandoned... yet it looked so clean.

I don't remember much from this nightmare. But, I know after seeing it a few more times in, it had become interesting as one would say. I once started the dream outside my old home from when I used to live in the Middle East. I lived in a small compound with 11 neighbors. My surroundings were eerily quiet. I was standing outside the main gate staring at the entrance and noticing a pastel green house behind the compound walls.

"That... wasn't there before..." I mumbled to myself.

I decided to check it out. I slowly walked to the back and proceeded to see that the enormous light mint house was a flat image? As if, a child drew a square and triangle house using a crayon. Confusion. That's what I felt. But, as I squinted and walked further towards the center of this picture, I seemed to find an entrance which led me to the exact same renaissance stairs as before. Only, instead being clean and bright; it was covered in corpses of noble people.

Their faces were slightly blurred with noise but I remember seeing them gracefully decorating the steps with blood and lifeless meat. I faintly saw their eyes wide open or just empty bleeding sockets. Their fully clothed bodies positioned as if they meant for this to happen with some smiling and others with a resting open mouth. It is an image I can never forget 'til this day. I blinked a few times and see the corpses multiply and decorating the black and white tiled floor as well. The curtains that draped perfectly had rotted and hung loosely and the previous window turned into a black hole with more holes surrounding it. It felt uncomfortable and I wanted to leave immediately. My brain refused and made me look at the dead for longer and longer...

Every time the gears puts this image in my head, the same uncomfortable feeling settles.
Not as much as before, but just enough to creep me out...

end.

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a/n: i wanted to include another chapter relating to this called, "The Kitchen" but i realized it's too short. haha funny coz this is a short story book. but literally all that happens is me and my family checks out the house and i almost fall into a black hole in the floor and disappear for good :] so uh, yep. that's The Kitchen. lol!

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credits: random stairs pic on google + free renaissance women pictures from PicsArt