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Oneirataxia - the inability to distinguish between fantasy or reality.
After a long day and as soon as I arrived in my room I take a sit on the disorderly bed sighting loudly, I was waiting for the new guardian to announce another gathering.
That's when I realized something wasn't right.
I could feel something moving under the bed, I felt it was something big, it can't be a rat... I move my head slowly to look down on the floor between the space of my soles and in a second I regretted, there stood still a pair of slender arms so white that I could get blind, hands so feminine and young-looking but I remain horrified as I see her purple nails suddenly scratching on the floor in dark-red letters 5 words that gives me a feeling of pure terror: they are coming for you.
My breath stops as I see how easily they're gone like how chalk is wiped off the blackboard, not a single sign will lead to their existence, i thought that it will be over, she will leave now, but what a stupid mistake I made. While I was trying not to lose my mind, her head appeared from under the bed so slowly that I felt a shock so intense that I could not react, I just watched her face shown to be on the verge of dieing , I saw her profile , she stood still, I couldn't tell if she was breathing or not, I don't even know how long I've been looking at her, her hair was so twisted and her face was wrinkled, and in my dreadful horror I made a single move that caused a tiny sound, I swallowed hard, while she begins to turn her gaze at me while an impossible large smile reveals her sharp filthy blood teeth, I was starting to have a panic attack at this point and warm tears run down my face as I see her beautiful light-green eyes being replaced with just two dark holes of the missing orbs, there was no reflection in them and I could feel how my body began to get so cold, I could hear myself trembling on the bed as she throw a painful laugh at me meanwhile almost noticing her tiny tears,I couldn't tell if it was her own or my falling ones on her bruised cheek.
The guardian shouted my name and... i woke up.
© rubickon