Midnight Toxic Orchestra

Late Night Fantasy

It was in the dead of a summer night, the house on top of the hill was silent and lights were dim.
Everyone was fast asleep.

...everyone but me.

In the middle of the night, my eyes flashed awake. I could roll my eyes here and there, but I couldnt seem to move. Every breath I take seems to be very very thin and dry, as if the air itself has taken it's leave.

I couldn't move, not a single muscle, my head is rested in place, so are my arms and legs. I couldn't speak nor scream as well, in fact I am still asleep, yet.. my mind is awake and aware.

I feel like I've lost control of my body, and my soul is but a howl of the wind trapped inside a paralyzed, sleeping corpse.

I swear I was asleep before, how could I be aware...yet not awake?

A minute's pass... then two... then three....

The clock ticks and ticks and ticks, there was no end to this horror.

Then... I hear a swoosh in the wind, a soft tone in my ear.

Whispers...I hear whispers... What do they say? No... they sing... What are they singing?
I ask myself.

The whispers are soft and subtle, singing a little...nursery rhyme? I try to roll my eyes as wide as possible trying to see who was whispering, but I cant turn my head to see whatever is there.

The room is dim lit and unusually cold for a summer night, I couldnt see anything clearly, just vague shadows here and there, I couldnt scream nor move... All I can do is wait and listen to the boogeyman's symphony.