Dare to read his descent into madness? Jay has been suffering from night terrors for quite some time now, but recently the horrific things he experiences have been infusing with reality. He struggles to keep up with his daily life because these horr...
Charlie and I are swimming in a vast blue and green ocean with enormous distorted waves. They swirl into the sky and roll vertically over the sun. The waves crash silently and all natural sounds are repressed. A thick line of sand makes up the surface. The two of us travel back and forth from the water to the land. Until we are no longer alone.
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We start running into these strange looking people. They are spread out sporadically and break our routine travels when more and more begin to appear. We do not like these deformed individuals. Their appearance and mannerisms are alien, we question if they are even human. Regardless, we hate them. They are inescapable. We find ourselves surrounded by them. One in particular approaches us. With an elongated neck and beady, crooked eyes they stare at me, only me. I am afraid. I do not like their faces, their odd contorted faces. They creep closer and closer to us. The one's skin is flawed with black freckles and deep creases. Their eyes have no color, no life.
Suddenly, like flipping a light switch, I am back in Charlie's bedroom. Everything is as it was before I fell asleep. The only thing missing is Charlie. Somehow I know she is in the bathroom? She is standing in front of the mirror. I lay alone in her bed. The room is dark and quiet: surreal, like I am viewing it from another dimension. There is no contrast between the darkness and the light. A grey film absorbs all things vivid. Even the air shows no signs of life. The silence is broken by Charlie's screaming. At the top of her lungs she lets out blood curdling shrieks. My new sense allows me to know why. She screams because those strange people turned her into one of them. They pulled out all of her pretty white teeth and stretched out her face. She is repulsive, it makes me nauseous. Charlie's eyes slide down her cheeks like her skin is made of melting wax. The urge to escape rushes through me, but I cannot move. My veins become chains, locked together and fused in place. No matter how hard I try, I am incapable of the slightest movements.
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She is back. It is not Charlie. In the darkest crevice of the room, this woman is crouching in this strange warped position. Her silhouette appears like the shadow of a thin crooked tree: her arms stiff like branches and her fingers twisting like the vines.It is the first time I am witnessing her body in this crippled position. With her eyes widening she stares at me. I am unable to look away. I do not know what she would do if I looked away. But her face is disturbing and unsettling to look at. As soon as she stands up my eyes shot open. My torso launches forward, as if someone finally broke the chains. I sit up with my hands clenching my rapidly beating chest. My heavy breathing sends drips of sweat through the air.
