I don't own any pictures all were found on google images.
This is loosely based on a dream I had a couple days ago. I started with my memory of the dream and extended off of that.
Warning: It is kind of disturbing and I'm not sure why I had it, because I don't eat before bed. Thanks brain for scarring me.
1st person POV
Looking around the dark musty room, I shivered. Where was I? In front of me was a partially shattered mirror, behind me complete darkness, closing all around. What was going on? I looked up into the mirror and saw my face , but it was not as it usually appeared. Running down my face was a line, perfectly spaced to the middle. I slowly moved my hands up. Expecting them to also be disfigured. At least they appeared to be normal. Moving to my face, I nudged at the skin. It moved! Now I was really creeped out. Pushing my nails under the left side of my face, I slowly and steadily pulled it back. Oh, god! The interior of my skin was disgusting. My skin oozed black and green sludge. And it was pitted with holes. Looking inside those holes I saw groups of white marble sized pods. They resembled egg sacs. I froze for a minute taking it all in. Pulling the skin back further I found it was still attached to the edge of my face. Holding back the urge to vomit I continued my search. Looking further back, I saw my ear was filled with black crud. It seemed to pulsate with my heartbeat. I leaned closer to the mirror and extended my finger. Time to figure out what that is. At first the black slime felt solid but then it suddenly gave in under my finger. A sucking sound resonated throughout the room. Deafening against the silence. Needle-like points enveloped my finger. I shrieked and frantically tried to pull my hand away. Get off! I fought the thing with all of my strength, but it wouldn't release me. Finally it let go and uttered a shrill whine before it retreated back into my head. Standing there shocked I locked my eyes on the spot. The area around started to bubble and leak more black sludge. Looking closer I noticed movement. Something was trying to come out! I slammed my hand against it, trapping it inside, but it was bent on coming out. I screamed as pain erupted against my hand. It started to emerge through my hand. I jerked my body to the side and it hit an unseen object. There had been nothing there before. My heart beat out of my chest, and I jerked up, and out of my bed. Panting I tried to calm my racing heart. It was all a dream? A nightmare? Flopping back I tried to relaxed. This is why I shouldn't have sugar after 9 o' clock.
The 3rd Person Limited POV is up next.
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Short StoryThis is a story for a College Creative Writing class I'm taking. We had to write a real or made up memory and this is based off a dream I had 2 days prior. We wrote originally in 1st person but we were told to switch to 3rd person. I did some editin...
