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Demon-Straight Hell
I dreamt of a worm. A fat writhing worm, pustulating. It looked at me, looked me right in the eye. Then a crow swooped down and flew off with it in its beak.
I awoke to the sound of thunder. It was loud like the earth had just broke apart. My whole house shook, and then the rain began its assault against my windows. I picked up my cell phone and checked the time. 3:02 am
I was sweating profusely although I was freezing cold. I must've come down with the flu or something. That was my conclusion to my feeling this way. But no, there was much more to how I felt. I just did not know it yet.
Another dream, at least I think so. I'm sitting tied to a chair naked. There is a fire burning and there is chanting. I smell the nauseating putrid smell of piss and shit in the air, only masked slightly by the smell of the smoke from the fire.
An old woman stands before me naked as well. She is haggard and her tits are drooping to her navel. Her teeth are rotten and her pubic hair grows wild between her legs. She is holding a bowl in one hand. She dips her finger into the bowl and pulls it out. There is a red liquid on her fingertip. She points the red fingertip toward my face and as her arm raised up I could see the hair under them. She paints something across my forehead with her fingertip. Suddenly a deep searing pain erupts in my head and I fall backwards. Her laughter echoes in my head. Evil cackling that sounds like hyenas in the night.
Another loud crack of thunder and I'm awake once again, but the pain in my head is still there. I swear I can still hear the evil cackling but it is in the distance. Maybe from the next room. I don't know, but I am dizzy and my head swoons as I fall back into the abyss of sleep.
The old woman stands over me once again. No longer holding a bowl. She stares into my eyes with a cold look of disgust. I fear she can see into my head, reading my thoughts. Perhaps stealing my thoughts and replacing them with thoughts of her own.
This time she begins to transform. A shapeshifter of some sort. her flesh begins to bubble and hair sprouts crazily from every pore in her Grey flesh.
Her ears start to elongate as hair also grows from her lobes. Her eyes become laser red darts and her nose and lower jaw to narrow and stretch toward me. I start to scream.
She...
I awoke to the sound of thunder. It was loud like the earth had just broke apart. My whole house shook, and then the rain began its assault against my windows. I picked up my cell phone and checked the time. 3:02 am
I was sweating profusely although I was freezing cold. I must've come down with the flu or something. That was my conclusion to my feeling this way. But no, there was much more to how I felt. I just did not know it yet.
Another dream, at least I think so. I'm sitting tied to a chair naked. There is a fire burning and there is chanting. I smell the nauseating putrid smell of piss and shit in the air, only masked slightly by the smell of the smoke from the fire.
An old woman stands before me naked as well. She is haggard and her tits are drooping to her navel. Her teeth are rotten and her pubic hair grows wild between her legs. She is holding a bowl in one hand. She dips her finger into the bowl and pulls it out. There is a red liquid on her fingertip. She points the red fingertip toward my face and as her arm raised up I could see the hair under them. She paints something across my forehead with her fingertip. Suddenly a deep searing pain erupts in my head and I fall backwards. Her laughter echoes in my head. Evil cackling that sounds like hyenas in the night.
Another loud crack of thunder and I'm awake once again, but the pain in my head is still there. I swear I can still hear the evil cackling but it is in the distance. Maybe from the next room. I don't know, but I am dizzy and my head swoons as I fall back into the abyss of sleep.
The old woman stands over me once again. No longer holding a bowl. She stares into my eyes with a cold look of disgust. I fear she can see into my head, reading my thoughts. Perhaps stealing my thoughts and replacing them with thoughts of her own.
This time she begins to transform. A shapeshifter of some sort. her flesh begins to bubble and hair sprouts crazily from every pore in her Grey flesh.
Her ears start to elongate as hair also grows from her lobes. Her eyes become laser red darts and her nose and lower jaw to narrow and stretch toward me. I start to scream.
She...
