Waking up yet again; I now realized that this was still a dream, a waaay too realistic dream. Now that I have realized this, I wake up and notice that I'm still dreaming. I am in the room with the smooth warm floor still but something feels... off. Sitting up slowly, the first thing that I notice is that I'm dry. The second is that I can see. It's not dark anymore.Looking around I see that the floor is painted red but made of leveled concrete. Running my hand over its smooth surface there are no blemishes on the perfect surface. I can't see a light source, a door, or any walls. Just endless flooring, smooth, perfect flooring. What am I thinking? Where am I! I have to wake up!'
Feeling odly rejuvenated I quickly stand to my bare feet and notice the burn from the smoke is not hurting, nothings hurting. All things considered this is an ok dream...' Picking a direction I began a comfortably slow stroll. A few minutes of walking in the same direction and nothing has changed. Surprisingly I feel just fine, happy even. A heavy feeling of peace and safety has decended onto my mind, keeping me calm and carefree.
I've been walking in the same direction for about 20 minutes now when a flicker of dought flutters over me but is quickly smashed with a wave of happiness. Wait... what?' I am too happy to care right now... I continue strolling along. A few steps further and I swear I just saw something shadowy appear next to me. I turn my head to look and see nothing. Still no walls.
As I'm walking I listen to the soft pitter patter of my bare feet on the smooth ground which is comfortably cool to the touch. Wait. That's not me!' My mind is screaming at me to run but an alleviating presence is weighing me down and I think twice. I stop. The sound stops. I wait. Nothing. Taking a step forward I hear it again. Pausing I take a breath and suddenly it clicks. What's that smell!?'
I muster up the courage to turn. Closing my eyes I turned and opened them. Screaming, I stagger back. Spinning around I duck under the clawing hands reaching down from a dead tree and sprint. Running away from the nightmarish figure now chasing me I scream again. Now I can see what I've been blindly traveling through.
My skin is clammy and there is a coating of black putrid slime slowly traveling up my limbs. Slapping at myself as I run, I'm nearing a meltdown. My extremities are numbing from the adrenaline rushing through my body. Pure terror ripping through my heart nearly stops it, leaving me staggering and gasping for air.
A soft touch scraping over my shoulders makes my legs pump faster. Squirming I duck under a rediculously massive spiderweb easily capable of my capture. Nearly crashing into a decaying tree I spin to the left. Screaming as I come face to... whatever that is, with the nightmare itself. It's 'arms' lift and reach for me as I stand stock still staring into its gaping eyes. I'm mentally screaming trying to move my legs in a direction, any direction but the one I'm moving in. Towards the creature.
It's sticky, talon-like hand structure comes near to my face. When it touches me I manage to flinch and it's hypnotic hold on me breaks. Slaping it away with a shriek I duck away from it and sprint, tripping over myself. Running through a thick bush to escape, it's thorns tear into my skin and my clothes nearly stopping me. With a shout of pain I rip out of its clutches and trip over its roots.
Landing with a thump I clamber to my feet in terror. I know it's coming for me. Wiping my face a mixture of blood and a black substance gathers on my hand. Stopping I spin around looking with horror at my surroundings. The calming room had been replaced with a horrifying scene. How had I not seen this?? Massive spiderwebs draped across small pathways, hanging from decaying trees and other plant forms. Shockingly disgusting creatures drag themselves along the ground and over trees and other obstructions, slowly but surely approaching me.
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Alice In Underland
FantasyWhen Alice Mabrey disappears for weeks on end returning home not knowing where she was her parents become worried. She is sent through many hours of counseling; endless physologists. Alice tries to explain to her parents, friends and counselor that...