Horror/Thriller Stories Book#1

The Mind The Body And The Demons

Choose not to close eyes-- Can't close eyes-- can't afford to close eyes. Close your eyes and you too will be unable to wake. The man won't let you wake--won't let you move-- won't let you open your eyes. Eighteen days no sleep, no rest, no sanity. There is a presence who keeps you company, so for you not to feel lone. It stays and stares with its bare black eyes reaching the deepest depths of the human body. In these moments of suffrage one cannot simply look away, move away, or speak a word. Motionless. Trapped. Immobile. No, no word can truly describe the feeling of being trapped inside ones own body.

Darkness, just darkness. With no sign of light I stand confused and with caution. My head spins with what I believe were images of taunting dreams that once were. The land in which people stand no longer conveys any sort of real human life. Only those who have learned to convey no emotion have remained alive. Many have asked how this all seemed to occur, what lead to this stage of pure depression and grief. Those have reminisced my mind as well, yet I show no interest in finding the answer. My only concern is to leave. It's only then I acknowledge my stance. I am underground, in what seems to be a tunnel. My heart rate increases, my surroundings, now being aware of them, trigger my phobia. My breath hitches and I feel trapped as if I am unable to move or escape this cave. I need to leave and fast. Yet there seems to be no escape so how am I suppose to reach surface?
As if by the magic given to us by the power of the sleeping human mind a  ladder appears that seems to reach the surface. My hands grip and feet step onto the iron bars moving in sync to the surface.
It's different — My vision blurs but I can make out big yellow trucks with a hand into the sand covered land. There seems to be figures, not quite human but not anything that would be considered a nightmare fairy tale character. As I squint to get a clearer view, images once again invade my mind.
It clearer now— what has happened, but I still cannot come to a concise conclusion. I have to leave. From the distance a moving vehicle starts to come closer. A bus. I need to leave. Get on it. Yet I hesitate. This bus can lead to anything — safety or unfortunate events. I look to my surroundings. The beings, they seem closer.  The closer they get the more I realize I have to leave. They aren't well. I need to leave. With less hesitation I get onto the bus in fear of staying with them. 
They're like them, the beings on the bus. Only they seem less affected.  Their constant twitch being the only true feature standing out about them. Their eyes though. It's not anything I've seen before— its almost demonic. Their eyes lined with lust and hunger. I need to leave. I regret it. I regret my decision. I ask the driver, whom I just noticed seemed to be the only one really alive, to come to a halt. I need to leave. He ignores my comment. I ask again, with more force. He simply states that I have to pull the cord. Why?  Why would pulling the cord in this sate matter. I pull it as the longer I linger in my thoughts the farther I am from the cave.  As I pull I once again ask the driver to stop. He continues to ignore me. I'm getting tired of him. I shout this time. Once again he replies in a nonchalant matter. Only stating he has to take me to the stop. Frustrated I go along with his game. The frustration starts to leave as I come to a thought. He's doing this to keep the only thing he can normal in this weird place. I start to understand his actions. He starts to speed and for what seems like an hour when in reality it was nothing more than 5 minutes, we come to a stop. I dreaded the walk that waited for me as I return to the cave. As I step out the drivers voice is heard once again. "Don't run— they'll come for you." My face full of confusion, trying to make meaning of his words of advice. I peer out the window and realization hits me. They're there. They're here. I can't leave.  I can't stay. My legs take a mind of their own and start to exit the vehicle. No. Please stop. My legs move with rhythm. The beat getting faster and faster. It's a mistake. I should't be running—said not to. It's too late, she's too close. I need to run now. There's train tracks. My brain tells me to run towards them. She's close. I'm running. Running away from the cave— towards the bus. It's leaving— leaving me. Still running as I refuse to let her get to me and I refuse to let the bus get away, it's my only escape and only sense of hope. Theres no point, I can't catch up and probably will be left with her. My only choice is to escape this reality. It's not reality, it's another series of images that run through my mind as my body lays and rests. My hands begin to torture my body into coming tune with what actually is my reality. Slowly my eyes begin to venture out into another world.
Im escaping this nightmare.
My eyes not fully open but just enough to see the empty room that surround me, the room that I have become familiar to, that convinces me I am safe. I squint as I try to get up only to find myself still trapped in my body—only my mind is awake. I yell out in angst and terror but my mouth stays close shut, my eyes fluttering preventing them from being drowned in what I have noticed is tears. I lay in a state of panic and anguish, trying my hardest to move even the slightest finger or toe or body part. I need a release from this prison. My body now claiming that title, enabling me from any sort of peace and tranquility. Please just wake. With as much force as I possibly can I give movement to my fingertips. Slowly, as if going through an invisible force field, my fingertips start to shift. My hand is what moves next and am soon reconnected with every piece of my body. I am awake, yet I knew that this was only a piece of what was to come.

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Thanks for reading!
I can still remember this dream vividly and I've noticed that many of my dreams nowadays are based on me trying to survive whatever situation my brain puts me in