The Burning Room
Too tired to stay awake so i decided to take a nap for a few minutes and continue to work on the unfinished documents.
I slept feeling like floating in the air, my imagination started to play. Nightmare that will always hunt me down, my eyes were tightly closed; don't have energy to open my eyes. Feeling like someone was sitting above my stomach, staring at me raptly. I can't see any figure but i could see the masculine shadow, humps and played like a kid. The room was burning on fire that made me feel uneasiness and caused to sustain my trouble on breathing, my hands gripped on the bedsheets tighter as the nightmare continues. I woke up with heavy breathing , cold sweats filling my forehead. Bended; my head on my knees, whispered; Thankful, haven't seen his face. Cold air passed by through my side; my head whipped and saw a horrible faced-like-creature; his eyes are bloody red, looking evil; he greeted me. "Hello."
