I am the apprentice of a priest. He was a very old man and needed a successor, a successor to the book. Not just any ordinary book, this one was particularly sacred. He had me carry it one day and while I was in the main hall of a church, a small boy grabbed it from me for a split second. A black spot appeared on it. The priest was worried, people who have not devoted themselves to God cannot touch the book. It was going to release all the demonized spirits that it had within it, this is why it was so sacred. We needed it to keep the monsters at bay.We met up with other people to help fix this. I needed to go this beach, swim out a ways, and close the gate from the underworld that the book has created. I had an earpiece that a woman from our team was feeding me instructions through.
"Whatever you do, don't beg them, don't plead for your life no matter how scared you get. It's the worst possible thing you can do, if you do they'll take you," she said.
I was approaching the water and I noticed many things climbing out of it. Their skin look like old decrepit statues, broken and smashed. On everyone of them there was something missing, arms, hands, legs, head. They walked, limped, and crawled onto land towards me. I had to push on. They started to grab me and pull me into the water. Deeper and deeper they pulled me. Bodies were floating in the water, yellow decomposing bodies. I had about reached my limit.
The priest started chanting in an unknown language over a loud speaker and all the monsters and bodies backed off.
I don't know what happened next.
The End.

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Dream State
Short StoryThis a collection of the dreams I have, compiled into short stories. (These are all true dreams i have, and i try to write them without bias.)