Midnight Echoes - A Collection Of My Vivid Dreams

The Table Murderers

In a quiet village nestled on the edge of an ancient forest, lived a girl who was part of an average society. The villagers lived in harmony, tending to their daily routines and finding joy in simple pleasures. Yet, beyond the safety of their village, deep into the forest, lurked a mysterious and ominous society known only through whispered tales-the Table Murderers.

The Table Murderers were said to be like zombies, but not dead-alive and yet stripped of their humanity, brainwashed into a single, sinister purpose. The girl had grown up hearing these stories, and as she grew older, a fierce desire to protect her family and community from this malevolent force took root in her heart.

One moonless night, driven by a mix of bravery and fear, the girl ventured into the woods. The canopy overhead was thick, blocking out the stars and casting the forest in an eerie darkness. Her footsteps were silent, her breath steady, as she ventured deeper and deeper until she found them.

In a small clearing, illuminated by a ghostly light, she saw them-the Table Murderers. Their eyes were vacant, their faces twisted into unsettling expressions. They were alive but hollow, a shell of what humans should be. The girl stepped forward, her voice unwavering. "Who are you?"

One of them turned to her, his gaze piercing. "We are the Table Murderers," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Why are you called that?" she demanded, trying to keep her fear at bay.

In response, one of the figures moved to a table in the center of the clearing and sat down. He gestured for her to do the same. Hesitantly, she took a seat across from him. The man looked directly into her eyes and spoke.

"We are called the Table Murderers because we sit down at a table and start judging every aspect of you. We are killing your self-confidence instantly, and we do not care about your feelings or opinions at all. We enjoy killing your self-esteem."

The girl felt a chill run down her spine. The weight of their words pressed down on her, suffocating her spirit. But as the man's words sunk in, something inside her snapped. A surge of defiance and power rose within her. She stood up, her eyes blazing with determination.

"You will not break me," she declared.

The society around her began to murmur, their faces twisting into expressions of anger. They rose from their seats, advancing towards her with malevolent intent. As they closed in, the girl closed her eyes and reached deep within herself, calling upon a power she had never known she possessed.

She felt a connection to something greater, a force beyond her comprehension. Opening her eyes, she raised her arms to the sky, and from the heavens, lightning struck down, bathing her in a brilliant, divine light. She felt the power of the Universe, the presence of God, flowing through her, making her stronger.

With this newfound strength, she fought back against the Table Murderers. Lightning crackled from her fingertips, and each strike pushed them further back. They hissed and recoiled, but they did not relent. The battle raged on, the forest echoing with the sounds of their conflict.

The girl fought tirelessly, her power unwavering. She knew she was destined to protect her loved ones, and she embraced the eternal struggle. The Table Murderers might return, might continue their relentless assault on her spirit, but she would never stop fighting. She had become a beacon of hope and defiance, channeling the power of the Universe to keep the darkness at bay.

And so, the girl continued her battle for eternity, a guardian of her people, standing against the relentless tide of the Table Murderers. She was a symbol of unyielding strength, a reminder that no force, no matter how insidious, could ever truly extinguish the light within.