Warlocks

Chapter 5 - A Dark Nightmare

Darkness, all he could see was darkness.

Then came the nightmares.

His head hurt like hell, most parts of his bones ached as he slowly sat up from the bed, his disoriented brain could hardly make in on his surrounding as he looked around the room taking in on the shaby looking compartment he lived in.

The whole room was in a mess, a few dirty clothes laid on the floor while others were piled up on one side of the room so they could be washed later, and on the other side of the room was a small study table with a chair.

How had he gotten here?, he didn't remember all he knew was the fact that he was hungry and was currently in need of something to eat, even though he knew all he would get in return would be disappointment.

Phil held his head in his hands as he stood up from the bed before groggily making his way out of the room with heavy footsteps.

Each step he took, grew slow as he used the wooden wall for support, he walked out from his room and into the living room, there were only two rooms with one living room, and since there were no hallways, walking out of his room and into the other rooms wouldn't take a second.

The feeling of nostalgia hit him as he slowly studied the living room, this was a room he knew too well, and even in his groggy state Phil was still able to recognise his surrounding, adjacent to his room was another with its door ajar though there was no sign of anybody inside.

The windows were open letting in the evening sunlight as it casted dark shadows around the dim room.

Phil slowly made his way towards the front door as he used the wooden wall for support, most of the woods that made up the wall and the floor were old and weak as they made creaky noise each time he took a step.

his head currently felt like a blacksmith was jamming up his brain with his hammer making his thoughts all muddled, disallowing him the ability to think straight.

Hopefully his mother would be home anytime soon and would probably have a solution to his condition, thinking about that seemed to comfort him.

Phil could hear the feint sound of voices as he stood right in front of the door, he slowly pushed it open as he gave the blinding sunlight a passage into the dimly lit living room.

He squinted his eyes as he was momentarily blinded by the brightness of the sun, he swiftly raised up his hand as he tried to block off the sunlight providing some shade for his eyes.

Sounds of activities liven up the air as his sense of hearing was over flooded with noise.

His eyes slowly adjusted with the sunlight as he brought his hand down before taking in a deep breath while the summer breeze hit him in the face, clearing out his cloudy and fuggy mind.

The sign of activities seemed to have lighten up Phil's gloomy mood, as a small sigh escaped his lips, he looked around his surrounding observing the foreign yet familiar scene in front of him.

Although this wasn't the first time Phil had seen this place, it still felt surreal knowing this was where he lived, and this was where he would probably be buried, yet a small smile broke across his face nothing felt more better than the feeling of nostalgia, especially when in a well known environment.

Phil's village couldn't make much contact with the outside world and was isolated from other villages and this wasn't a choice they had made for themselves.

Most parts of the forest that surrounded their village were habitat of wild animals endangering those who venture into them.

Only the brave were able to traverse across the woods and survived through out the journey and out of those few only those who were lucky enough were able to make it out.