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I Dream of Monsters

Chapter 1: Preface

I had a strange dream when I was younger, I dreamt of a faceless girl in a dark room. It was thundering, and lightning flashed throughout the room with each clap of thunder. It left a ground shaking resonance in its wake. Heavy rain poured in from the open window, the wind was turbulent, and blistery, causing the curtains to fan out.

She was seated on the floor, with her back towards me. I walked slowly from my place at the door. I tried not to make any sounds that would alert her of my presence. Slowly, I crept up on her; lighting was illuminating the room with a mighty roar. It frightened me. My hand shot up to my mouth, trying to stifle any noise from escaping.

Finally, I reached the front of the girl; I stood back, quietly observing her. As I looked down at her arms, I saw her clutching something in her hands. Her head was tilted down over her lap. Her dark hair hung down over her face, as if it were a wet blanket that was draped delicately over her head.

I called out softly to her, listening to her labored breathing, and watching her frame rise and fall with her rapid, hyperventilated breathing. Her hands were turning white at the knuckles, her hand molding to the object she held so tightly. The closer I got to her, the more things I noticed about her. She was shaking, practically convulsing on the dark Persian rug. Finally I came to the front of where she sat Indian-style on the floor.

Slowly, I approached her.

I stretched out my right arm towards the faceless girl's shoulder. As I was mere inches from coming into contact with her, that dark head shot up. I nearly jumped out of my skin in fear. I jumped back a few feet in fright. A chill ran through my veins, leaving me uneasy, and fearful.

As the girl stared straight into my eyes, ice flowed through my veins. Her black, soulless eyes pierced right through me.

Fear

Horror

Crimson ran down her hands, staining the Persian rug, pooling to the hardwood floor in a slow, dripping motion.

Her hyperventilating was getting louder; I took a step back in shock, only to hear a strange sound, I looked down only to see that I was standing in a pool of blood, that I knew didn't belong to either of us.

I could faintly hear in the background of the ringing in my ears, thunder and lightning struck the room fiercely, the wind circling around me so quickly. Shock had poured an icy liquid down my spine, sending shivers wracking throughout my body.

I could hear my labored breathing echo throughout the room, yet to my unadjusted ears, I could only hear ringing and the faint sound of thunder. The lightning blinded me, yet my arms wouldn't respond, and couldn't shield my stunned, sightless eyes.

Was this all just a dream? Was it all just a nightmare? Or is it reality? Please tell me, that when I open my eyes, this will all just be a morbid fiction. Allow me to cast off these restraints which have bound me to this infernal morose fantasy!

I am frozen, standing motionless, locked in the eyes of a monster.