Comatose

Chapter 8: Vague Visitors

My hands wrap themselves around Luna, my fingers gently gripping on to her fluffy black coat. As I step through the portal, I can't help but realize how dull this world is compared to the others I had experienced.

It was almost...eerie.

The trees were distorted into figures that look like demons reaching towards Luna and I, causing her to cower in my arms.

My feet were completely submerged in thick fog, disabling my ability to see anything past my ankles, but providing me with a sense of paranoia.

The sky was completely stormy grey, no clouds, no sun, just grey. This world was colorless, almost like the real world in some cases.

Unlike the trees that I encountered in the previous world, these trees were jagged, almost monstrous, with ridge branches that point in my direction.

A wave of discomfort washes over me, clouding me with the same feeling people would describe when they are being watched, but far worse.

I don't feel like someone is watching me...I feel like something s following. Nothing humane, like it knows everything about me, hinting my life from my very birth.

The extreme paranoia leading me to an indescribable feeling of anguish that I tried so desperately to run and hide from my whole life.

A pit in my stomach begins to grow faster when Luna's slight yowl fills the dead silence of the open woods.

I don't know how long I've been standing here now, but I still can't bring myself to move a muscle. It's like I'm paralyzed.

Luna's constant whining was flooding my ears, snapping me from my deep thoughts of anxiety.

"It's okay Luna. I will try to get us out of here as soon as possible." I whisper to the kitten, attempting to reassure her. My fumbling fingers now messaging her scalp, calming her noise till it begins to halt.

The ground feels mushy beneath me, soggy soil that makes a slight squish with every shift of weight.

My panicked eyes whirl in every direction, every crack, and every splinter in the wood. Not a single sign of life dared to reveal itself, but then again, I can understand why. If I were a bird, I wouldn't come five miles from this place.

This place is emitting such a complex vibe, it could be seen as negative.

The once blasted melody seems to die down from the creaks and groans of the miserable trees that splattered the area. The music can still be heard, but only barely.

The groans and moans of the wood is what I can only describe as metal scrapping against another scrap of metal. It's horrendous.

This was the scene straight out of a horror film, and I feel that I'm the next victim awaiting my gory demise.

The music switches to a creepy melody that sends trembles down my spine with every note. A lady humming is what it sounds like, as if she's humming to a small child. The ticking of a grandfather clock playing behind her edgeless voice, but there is no clock in a sight.

My steady heartbeat pounds in my ears with anxiety that's beginning to overtake me. My stomach churning to the point was it makes me nauseous.

"Luna... do you know where the exit to this place is?" I ask gently setting Luna's padded paws on to the moist soil.

This uneasy and queezy feeling settles down on me like a body of it's own, overlapping mine.

Luna simply glanced up at me, her olive orbs meeting with my ocean blues. She seems to be content...I can't say the same about me though.