Sweet dreams are made of screams

Night terrors

Twiggy's P.O.V:

And then morbid panic spread through me like a disease. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I could barely see. Darkness, horror filled skies. The demons were getting closer and the things they were chanting shouldn't be for human ears to hear. I wanted to scream but I didn't even know if I had a mouth or even a face. My joints ached and my skin felt like it was being ripped apart. I knew they were going to come for me soon.

"Perish or play the game" it spoke in tongues, it's decaying teeth and Black, unhinged jaw gaped as it's soulless eyes bored into my own, blood shot ones. Was I already dead?? I wished I was. Maybe I was paralyzed? Did I get stabbed? Shot? Poisoned? I didn't care what or who or where I wanted to escape.

Wet warm liquid poured from my dry orbs. Was I crying? I couldn't feel anything properly apart from sympathy and terror. I was sympathizing for all those I let down because I knew I was about to die - that's where the terror emerged from too.

Little whispers, eerie silence for a Seccond and then the screams. Oh God they were ghastly screams of bloody murder inside my fragile little mind that were loud enough to deafen me. A woman, sat in the corner of a rotting room, binded in a straight jacket was all I could imagine when hearing those never ending screams.

What was happening? I needed to know! Was this my reality now? Was I insane or was this true? Have I been abandoned? I think so. I always knew I would end up like this, a disgusting freak left alone to fight the horrors of his mind, trying to hide in the comfort of someone else's broken home. I was very flawed and scarred inside out there was no fixing this rose that has been stripped of all its crimson petals. I am withering and soon I'll rot underground.

Oh God it's coming closer, the rabid creature. It's maw was wide and it's teeth were sharp. It was a black, soul like dog but somehow it spoke to me, in small whispers that weren't of a language but I could some how understand. And then it shifted it's whole being into that same shadowed figure as before.

It's jaw was falling off, it's brown teeth hanging out, its eyes pure white, its hair long and Black and matted, smothered in blood. It loomed closer, hovering over me like it was floating. I recognised this face, although covered in welts. "Jeordie" it solemly spoke "You're going to die"