CreepyPasta

The Snare

As I lie in my bed, I allow my mind to drift into the depths of my personal despair. I bury my face beneath the sheets, stifling my sobs as they shudder through my body. I feel as though my heart has been broken and I can't think of a reason to live. Other than, of course, my own sad fear of death. I pull my knees to my face, willing myself to accept the ultimatum.

A coldness traipses down my back, instantly riddling my flesh with goosebumps. I tremble under the blankets as the room begins to groan. I hear something crawling about, something fast. I tell myself I'm only imaging things and try to get warm again. However, the longer I wait the colder the room becomes.

Unable to bear the chill any longer, I crawl out from under my bedding. Perhaps my parents have turned down the heat in another depressing attempt to save money. I sit up, blinking in the darkness, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I wait for a long time, but the room only seems to grow blacker.

Something is dripping from the corner of the ceiling. It is darker than the shadows, enveloping the room as it to spreads across the walls, slowly encasing it in perfect black.

I shake my head and rub at my eyes. I'm seeings things.

The room is impossibly freezing. I shivering uncontrollably in the pitch colored room. I can't even see my hand in front of my face. My pulse quickens, and despite the cold, I'm sweating. I don't know what's going on, and I want to wake up. That's the answer. This has to be a dream.

Even though the room has been cast into ebony, I can see something move. I hear the pitter patter of a small creature crawling again, and it's coming closer to me. I hear it climb onto the bed, and feel it walk across my legs. I need to get away, but I'm frozen.

The animals steps into my lap, then practically slithers up arm. It's the size of a cat and has a wet texture, as if it's covered in slime. A gargling noise comes from the little creature as it cranes its lizard-like head towards mine. The sides of its snout part, glowing white in a heinous smile lined in running ink. It emits another small sound, like something purring and drowning at the same time.

It lifts up a tiny, three fingered hand and pulls on my lip. My jaw goes slack against my will; I'm still paralyzed.

The lizard places its snout on my tongue. It tastes disgusting, like tar and ink. It is also terribly cold. Without warning, it shoves its entire head into my mouth, the tip of its muzzle pushing against the back of my throat.

I gag, bile surging up from my gut. The thing crawling into my maw doesn't have bones, it's wholly made of icy, but fluid tar. It's using its hand-like feet to work its way father into my esophagus. My eyes feel like they'll pop out of my head as the monster is blocking my airway. Half of it has already impossibly disappeared into my throat. I can feel it pushing out from inside of my neck, causing the skin bulge like a recently fed serpent.

Tears stream my face, their warmth starkly contrasting with the icy atmosphere. I begin to feel faint, my eyes roll back and my body grows limp.

The creatures hind legs slip through, leaving only its tail protruding from between my lips. It lashes back and forth once before melting into my mouth like the rest of its body. It slides down my throat, presumably into my stomach. My insides feel bloated and I can't stay awake. In seconds, my world is encased in a different kind of black.

I wake into what must be the following morning. My room is as it should be, with golden sunlight bathing the walls with warmth. I get out of bed and stand in the sunshine, basking in its heat, however small it may be. I concede that I've just had the worst dream of my life. And I feel wretchedly tired because of it.

I gaze longingly at my bed more than once as I ready myself for the day. My heart is still heavy, and I wonder if I'll even make it through. Something has changed, though, I haven't a clue what.