Panting heavily, I sat up in the dark room while my eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, making my room feel distant and vague.
A bright yellow beam of moonlight shone into my room through my balcony door highlighting its path towards my face, blinding me for a moment before my eyes adjusted once again.
The soothing silence of night was soon disturbed by an violent scratching sound somewhere in the room.
I held my breath for a moment, listening.
It's just my imagination.
I'm sleep deprived - that's it.
I laid my head back down on my pillow closing my burning eyes, begging for rest.
"Scree..." A horrifically slow scrape echoed from beneath my bed as I jolted up, my eyes filled with terror.
A low murmur filled my room, before a slight burn spread over my arms.
My eyes locked on a small scratch on my inner left forearm slowly moving , turning deeper. Forming small motions it carved into an 'α'.
What the hell?
As symbols started to edge into my arm in a coordinated smooth motion, small streams of blood gently ran down - painting it a dark crimson red causing a blistering burn.
"Sh*t!" I yelled pressing my hand down on the letters, trying to stop the blood as my heartbeat raised feeling the pumping in my throat.
"Aftttos..." It clearly whispered. Lifting my head , holding my hand tightly around my arm I steadied my breathing trying to listen.
Letting out a shaky breath my head dropped towards my arm as I took my blood covered hand away seeing the arrangement of symbols 'αυτός είναι ερχομός'.
What is this?
"αυτός είναι ερχομός ( Aftós eínai erchomós ! ) " a shrill voice shrieked breaking the silence as I covered my ears from the painful noise.
"αυτός είναι ερχομός ( Aftos eínai erchomós ! )" The voice continued. My eyes squeezed shut as I cringed from the excruciating pain filling my head.
"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" I begged as I opened my eyes seeing that same letters being edged into my right arm as well.
"No. No. No, no please!" I yelled as the voice continued, grasping for air as my breathing flattened.
"Stop." I fiercely commanded as a dark silence followed.
Drenched in sweat, I jolted up breathless in my bed with my alarms annoying buzz next to me.
Ending the wake up call, I pulled my covers off revealing nothing... No scars. No symbols. No blood.
I let out a relieved breath of air, reassured that it was only one of my ludicrous dreams even though the pain was way to realistic to think other wise.
My body was completely drained from all the nightmares as the beams of sunlight came creeping through my curtains searching for darkness - to ignite in a soft yellow colour.
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Dream Walkers
ParanormalEXTRACT FROM CHAPTER 19: 'The bitter blood taste from my busted lower lip grew more nauseating with each leap I took as twigs and leaves cracked beneath my shoes, echoing throughout the forest. The ground beneath me blurred while I ran in a daze...
