Where my dream took me that night is what I imagined hell to be like. I was surrounded by nothing but a deep blood red covering all the walls of where I was. It was a standard house just it had no furniture, and the walls were literally dripping with some weird crimson liquid. Just when I thought they atmosphere was terrifying enough, something told me to look up. When I finally did look up, I wanted to scream. God, I wanted to scream so freaking badly. Perched up on the wall in some sort of black portal was the devil himself. Now many people picture him in different ways, but this one was like a combination of every embodiment of the devil in one singular creature. His entire persona was just dark, and he was truly terrifying to look at. He had rows of sharp teeth, and eyes that were completely engulfed in darkness. I couldn't quite put my finger on what color he was, because everything in this room made him look as crimson as the walls. The devil reached out as if to invite me into his world but I did the first thing my gut told me to do, run like hell.
I wasn't really sure where I was going, because I had no idea how I ended up here in the first place. I finally ended up finding another room, and the devil was in this one also. This time however he wasn't alone, he had my little sister. She stood there staring up at him, completely mesmerized by his presence like she was in some sort of trance. She didn't say a word either, the only noise you could hear was the devils laughter as he reached his clawed crimson hand towards her. There was no way that I was going to let the devil take my sister, not as I stood here watching the entire thing. "STOPPPPPPPPPPP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran into the room. The devils head snapped towards me and he looked infuriated that I had just interrupted whatever the hell he was in the middle of doing. "You shouldn't have done that." he chuckled and came towards me with incredible speed and that was when I forced myself to wake up.
When my eyes shot open the first thing I did was reach for my phone to see what time it was. I tapped the screen and it came to life and I saw exactly what I was hoping to not see. The time read exactly 3:27am, exactly three minutes from Devils Hour.
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Dream Diaries
SaggisticaEver have a dream so bazaar that you have to write it down to tell the world? Yeah, me too. This is a collection of dreams written down, with a bit of an authors twist. DISCLAIMER: yes someone of the people in my dreams are people from my life. I h...
