Insomnia

Prolouge

I was running, running down a hallway. It was long, dark; all I could see was a doorway at the end of it. It was the only visible thing. But something was chasing me, wanting me to join its eternal hell, the never ending bottomless hole of miserable darkness, and it was angry. Angry that I was running from it, angry that I wouldn't embrace damnation. With every step that I took, running to the door, it kept getting angrier and angrier. My breathing was rapid, ragid, and I felt like I was about to pass out. The only thing that kept me going was the sound of roaring and the fact that it sounded like a train was on my ass. I was getting closer to the door and I was nearly within arms reach when it suddenly swung open, completely blinding me. Then, even though I had my ears covered, a terrible screeching noise seemed to pierce its way through my hands, into my ears. But I kept running on through the door and kept running, fearing that the light was not enough, fearing that whatever was chasing me would not stop, even for pain, fearing, for my life. "We will find you...no matter what..." It said forebodingly. The light started to get brighter and the demon started cackling louder, and louder. Then, nothing.