I had a long day at work and was desperate for a rest. So I grabbed some dinner, had a shower, and headed to bed. Oh how happy I was to finally feel the warmth and softness of my blankets! With a smile on my face, I allowed the peace of sleep take over me, and send me off into the world of my abstract dreams. Little did I know that this night would not be at all peaceful, but dark, ominous and simply just hell.
I woke up with a dreaded smell consuming my lungs, and a static, dark, uneasy feeling surrounding me. Immediately, before I even opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't at my house. The smell, smelt like burnt hair that's been drenched in vomit, and had been sprayed by fifty skunks! It took me all my will power not to spew up from the stench alone!
With my eyes still closed, I tried to move. My legs wouldn't budge and my arms wouldn't work. Even my head stayed still. All I could do was open my eyes.
That's when I had the first glimpse of my surroundings. What covered me from above was a rotten, wooden ceiling. I looked around and saw the walls matched the ceiling. This defiantly set the mood of misery. I saw a door, an old wooden door in fact. But the amount of chains and pad locks on it would make it impossible to open.
After about 5 minutes of contemplating where the hell I was, I started to feel a tingling sensation in my limbs and neck. Almost immediately, I regained my sense of touch. The floors under my figure tips were cold. It felt like rough, cracked concrete. Talk about a cosy home! Rotten wood for the ceiling and walls, and cracked concrete for the floor. Very inviting! I was now able to move myself. With weak limbs, I picked myself up and took one step forward. I almost fell, but I was able to regain my balance and strength to make another step. It really hurt at first, but every second that went by, my muscles just seemed to strengthen.
Although this place was horrible, the silence was worst. Most people like the peace and quiet, but this, this was too quiet. I couldn't hear the buzz in my ear that's supposed to always be there. I couldn't hear my own heartbeat. I couldn't even hear myself being alive. And it wasn't that I was deaf or anything, it was this damn room!
I hadn't yet taken a look for an escape, so I decided, having explored most of the room, to do so. Even my footsteps were drained from sound. Having had a good look around, I noticed there was neither an opening (besides the locked door of course) nor a window. I didn't take note of this before because I was still contemplating where I was.
Suddenly, I felt a cold, static breath on my neck. Alarmed, I spun around, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. To this very day, I regret ever spinning around to take a look. A creature that I can only describe to be from Hell stood in front of me. It had a body of a human stripped of their very skin, a head of a withered, decaying baby doll, and fingers as long as a branch. It was extremely tall and towered above me, almost reaching the ceiling.
I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. Gosh dammit! This thing took all of my ability to even scream. All I could do was stare, stare as 'it' was probably planning my death. It looked at me with it's one blue, dark, cold eye. Immediately I felt drained from whatever happiness I had within me. I wasn't sad, I wasn't depressed, just terrified.
The creature unhinged it's porcelain jaw, and the voice that came out of it was worst that the sanity stealing silence alone. I can't recall as to what it said, but all I remember was it triggered something inside of me.
Unconsciously, I walked up to one of the walls and fell to my knees. I didn't care how much it hurt; I had to get out of this place! I had to get home! I placed my hands on the wall hoping to feel a secret exit. The wall was flat. It felt rough and cold, as if it was just buried under snow.
I started to push against the wall. I was gentle at first. The wall wouldn't budge, so I tried again harder. Still nothing. This time, I pushed with all my might. There was no way I was staying here any longer! I started to scratch at the rough wall. Every second that went pass, I scratched faster and harder. Loose bits of wood stabbed the skin under my fingernail. A warm, red liquid started to flow down my hands and onto the floor. But I didn't care, I was going to get out of here! I was going to go home!
I didn't care about the pain. I barely felt it. This damn wall! Why wouldn't it break!? My hands were destroyed and so was any emotion I felt. I was no longer scared, but determined, determined to break through this, this wall. Or even wake up from this nightmare! Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It sent shivers down my spine from how cold it was. I immediately recognised the long slender figures.
"Adam, there's no waking up when you're already dead."
