Diary of a Dead Man

6

°•° Richard °•°

My eyes flung open again, only to find myself in a strange and otherworldly cave. The walls were made of shimmering stone and the air was thick and humid.

I could tell it was the witchs' with the smell of herbs and incense, the walls lined with strange markings and symbols. Various potiones and bottles filled with mysterious bubbing liquids were placed around the cave. And the sound of soft chanting echoed throughout the vast space.

Not only filled with smells, but various mythical creatures. Small rats darted around, their tiny claws scraping against the stone floor. At the shadowy corner strange, almost translucent creatures shifted in the dim light.

I gazed around the cave, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. The creatures scurrying around me paid little heed to my presence, focused on their own business.

Suddenly, the witch appeared from the shadows at the back of the cave. Dressed in a flowing silvery robe, my eyes scanning her in panic. Her eyes glowed a strange luminescent hue. The air around her crackled with solstice energy.

I felt a twinge of panic rise within me as she approached. She was terrifying. An enigmatic figure that held so much power.

"Remind me what brings you here." Her voice echoed through the cave.

I try to steady my voice despite my anxiety. "I....I keep having this visions and strange things in my head. I don't know if they're real or just hallucinations."

Her glowing eyes seem to size me up, before pulling a small pouch from nowhere. Tipped the contents of the pich into her palm, releasing a cloud of fine silvery dusty that sparkled in the dim cave light.

As she blew the dust in my direction, it enveloped me in a shimmering mist.

Almost immediately my eyes began to droop, my body grew heavier. I sank to the floor of the cave, my mind filled with vivid image of the night at the alley.

My mind suddenly became flooded with memories from that night. The visions played put like a film before my eyes, each moment clear and sharp as if it were happening again right that instant.

I saw the dark figures surrounding me. Their voices hissing and whispering as they chanted their malevolent rituals. I felt the fear and confusion that had overwhelmed me that night. The horror of not knowing what was happening or why I was trapped in this nightmare.

And as the visions slowly faded and my eyes flung open. My heart was racing and my breath came in short ragged gasps.

The witch regarded me coolly, her eyes calm and knowing. "Is that what it is?." She asked, her voice soft yet commanding.

I nodded shakily, still trying to steady my racing heart. The memories from the visions were still fresh in my mind, and i could still feel the fear that had gripped me during the encounter.

The witchs' gaze continued to linger over me, her expression unreadable. "You're being possessed by a creature from the supernatural realms." She stated. "You've been targeted, but why?."

She sat down across from me, her expression thoughtful. "Tell me..." She began, her tone gentle. "Have you experienced any recen traumas? Anything that might have triggered this entity to focus on you?!."

I shake my head. Not that I recall any.

She nodded, considerate. "There must be some reason the entity is fixated on you..." She went mute for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth across my face as if reading my mind.