Hallway

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Written by "TheIdealist !!ZfPWWNCRHs6" on /x/


Story

Yup that dream again...that same fucking dream. Have you ever had it? You must of. You wake up, but you aren't awake. No, still dreaming. But you THINK your awake. You dont see anything bad happening....but your so so wrong... You stand up, yawning. "Huh...thats funny...clock says its 1pm but its pitch black out...peice of shit...." You step into the hall, but the hallway isn't your own. IT IS NEVER YOUR OWN. No. You will never know whos it is, but you KNOW, that no matter how much it looks like it. No matter how much it SMELLS of it, FEELS of it, IT IS NOT your own. But you don't see it in time...hahaha no you never see it in time... You begin to stumble to the kitchen, but see something odd....

"Huh....that painting wasn't their before...."

Your girlfriend didn't spend the night last night did she? You are unmarried. You live alone. And you sure as HELL didn't put that there. So...

"Who....?"

The walls begin to slowly brown around you as the painting comes into focus. Is it a person? No. No just god would create a person like that. The creature in the image is black as coal. They have orange eyes. Firey. They stare at you. Its tall. You estimate 7...maybe 8 feet. Its face, at first glance seeming human, is long. Like an oval. It has something similar to the mouth of a boar. It has claws that extend from its hands, like knives. Its arms long, dragging the ground. Its legs partly bent at the knees (if you could call them knees) Its "knees" bend inward, as do all its joints. You continue to stare at the image. The hall a dirty brown now, a sickly color. After a moment your pupils widen, as you realize the image is now moving. Slowly tears of blood come down its face. It starts to come alive. You turn to run. What was once a long hallway now seems endless. You see nothing in the distance, just blackness, but you run for it anyway. Then you make a classic mistake. Looking back. The thing is now crouched in the hallway. Head dragging touching the ceiling, claws dragging the floor. It begins to walk towards you.

It moves quick for its size, but still isn't fast enough to keep up. You, after what seems like forever, reach the kitchen. But this is no longer your kitchen. Its filled with rotting meat, and blood is overflowing from the sink. You have no time to think. You run to the door but its nailed shut. Same for every window, every exit in sight. You run down the steps, hoping the backdoor is unlocked. Hopping from the top floor, the best crashes down in front of you as you reach the bottom of the steps. It grabs for you, latching onto your right arm. You feel anxious, terrified. You can't move. Eyes locked. Neither of you looking away for even a second. Your heart beat quickens as it slowly pulls you to its face. It grins, revealing what seems like 100 pointed teeth. They open just enough to let its foot long tongue slowly slide out. It runs its tongue across your left cheek. You try to pull away, put the claws dig deep into your arm. It speaks with a loud screeching voice, destroying your ears. Its voice sounds like that of a humans, but twisted. You have never heard the language it speaks, but you dont hear it long, as the your ears begin to ring.

With unimaginable force it slams you to the ground. You cough up blood, and your vision goes blurry. You wake up to screams, but soon they stop as you realize that they are yours. You feel wet. Your bed is soaked to the core with sweat. But its more then that. Theres something else...something sticky. You look down. Blood. Your own blood covers the right side of your bed. You begin to panic.

"It was only a dream..only a dream...only a dream...a dream..."

You go to wipe the sweat from your face...but its not sweat you feel...its almost like...saliva.... You look at your arm, and see the deep wounds, fresh and still bleeding. You decide that you need to get to the hospital, and you stand up. You check the time. Its 1pm. But its pitch black out.

"Piece of shit clock..." you mutter through your quick shallow breath.

You step out into the hall You begin to stumble to the kitchen, but see something odd....

"....that painting wasn't there before...."

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