"It is a tour, for you to know what's its like to live inside my mind.
Feel free to roam but pls, don't get lost."
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I wish I could go on and talk to people like how others do. Why you may ask? It's not ordinary to go on the whole day without talking to someone Is there?
But I suppose I can't.. because I am not normal. And what is normal you ask? Well I donot know myself.
That is why I'm searching. The reason why I am not like others. Someone who shouldn't see what shouldn't be seen. Hear something what shouldn't be heard. And feel something what shouldn't be there.
Why I Don't hate them? Or Why do I not fancy them either?
I get scared and not sleep for days. They make me tired and worn out for days. But still I feel nostalgic and amazed. They seem like another world to me.
But are they really what they seem? I think about those experiences and they become a part of me. I can't talk about it to someone Because I'm afraid they will refuse to believe.
Are they real or just dreams? If they are real,why can't I touch them If they aren't... why they feel surreal..
Ever wondered what these small dark spots really are, blacker than darkness itself, yet still you can point them out.
The things you can see, moving abruptly in your peripheral vision but when you focus, they aren't there.
The sudden chill in the atmosphere even though it's summer, leaving your body trembling in unknown fear.
Those sounds of footsteps and running around on rooftop, when all you want is to sleep at midnight.
That strange upsetting presence of something or someone, when you try to focus on your work, home alone.
There is a wall between us and them for a reason. There is a restriction between our and their interactions. Even though we live in the same place, it's completely different.
But every so often, we go past these walls and restrictions and end up experiencing things that should remain unknown.
Another way to these dimensions is our dream world. Be it willingly or unwillingly, we open them and see,
Ghosts, apparitions, myths, folklores, superstitions and unnatural phenomenons. Believe it or not, They do exist.
There was one time I was sleeping, I knew I was but normally people are not aware of they are in a dream or not. Unless, it's a lucid dream.
Why I call them nightmares? Read carefully.
I saw creatures of unknown swarming up in my room, mumbling incoherent things. I saw an enormous dog huffing and puffing in the entrance of my room. I saw those wicked smiles that forced me to wake up.
I felt the pain when someone stabbed me but it never happened. I felt the breathing at my face when there was nothing. I felt the fall when I was thrown off the rooftop but it never happened.
I heard them whispering, showing me my own blood filled room and laughing.
I saw them killing people I know so gruesomely that I woke up in a panic. I tried running away from them, I saw myself get killed, choking and dying several times. But those things never give up. Neither do I.
Let's not talk too much about them for I don't know what they might do if I write all of it here. The fear is real.. The feelings are real..
But some people cannot even imagine it or some may laugh it off. I don't want the people to know nor do I have the energy to tell.
They are around me, all the time, observing me, whispering and laughing silently in that dark corner of my eyes. Ready to pounce at me and silence me forever.
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