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A dream appeared itself to me while my
consciousness was taken from me after I met Moony. A great darkness clouded
over my mind every second I breathed to push myself forward; a long dark hall
stretching to as far as the eye could see. My view showed itself in another
man, I do not know whom but the feeling from who he was created an uneasiness
in my breathing. He walked along the hallway, having a dim light every several
feet so you could see parts of the path in front but darkness filled every
corner that the light could not travel—which was not very far. Walking down the
hallway at a steady pace, the man looked over his shoulders constantly as if he
was expecting someone to appear behind him. No one appeared themselves to him
but he continued to look in many directions.
A feeling of claustrophobia traveled down
my throat like drinking a liquid with shards of glass within it—it wasn't
comfortable but I continued to drink. The hallway was no more than four feet
wide, not even nearly enough for two people to pass through this hallway and it
felt as if the ceiling was only inches above the mans head. He reached the
first light in the ever growing darkness and a substantial weight lifted off of
the man’s shoulders, which helped me to breathe better. He stood in the light
for a moment’s time while looking both directions to see if there was an
end—there was none.
Looking both ways, the halls continued
onto an infinite distance of darkness and an amber glow of light. The man heard
a noise coming from his left—the direction in which he came from—and looked
deeply into the darkness nothing showed its face to the man but his heart
quickened and he grew anxious. As he started to walk into the darkness again,
the weight that was on his shoulders previously returned nearly heavier than it
was before.
The pace hastened as the man continued to
look behind him, I could feel a great fear echo through his mind, he knew
something was following him but I couldn't tell what. He pushed himself further
towards the next light but the minutes grew to an eternity. Suddenly noises
came from the walls, ceiling and floor surrounding the man, the sound grew
mechanical. A clicking and turning vibrated throughout the walls that turned to
be a noise of gears in motion sliding one from each other. A loud deep knock
echoed every second like something old was being pushed along or even opening
around him but nothing changed. The light reached the man’s fingers and not a
split second further, all the noise disappeared from the hall. Looking back to
where the man came from, he couldn't see the light he passed previously, as if
the darkness consumed it and everything that remained around it. I could hear
him breathing heavily and I started to do the same thing.
A crushing started to echo through the
hall, like bone being snapped in half creating a chill down my spine. All the
previous sounds continued afterward nearly louder than before but something new
echoed through the walls and flowed through the seams. A dark black liquid
began to flow from the cracks between the floor and the walls, a great rushing
like flowing water. The screams grew louder in anguish and self-pity while the
weight on the man’s shoulders only grew more. The light was no longer the man’s
safe haven I grew restless and so did he, pushing forward was all he could do,
so he continued.
As each foot passed the other, the black
liquid grew more and more to the point that it was beginning to pass his
ankles. His pace grew slower due the ever growing resistance and the noises
through the hall only grew louder to the point of an unbearable pain to the
ears. Crying grew louder as the gears did with their continuous clicking; it
was almost like a symphony of complete natural sounds to the ears offering a
great spectacle to its audience.
I was not amused and neither was the man
that I was able to see through. The liquid now reached mid way up the man’s
calves, it was warm but thick pushing the man’s steps back and forth making him
unable to walk in a straight line. It felt like he was walking through the
ocean as the incoming tide pushed you around to wherever it pleases but it was
pushing him forward yet backwards at the same time leaving him in a near stand
still.
Light upon light passed and went in the
continuation of the hallway and what seemed to have no end, had now appeared in
the distance. A bright light shown at the end of the hallway to what appeared
to be above a doorway. As the distance grew closer more noises grew to shake
the walls all around the man, shaking the growing liquid back and forth. Noises
of metal scraping against metal and a low hum began to grow as the sound of
cracking—to seem to be of bones—broke every sense of what could be calming. All
the senses began to become stimulated as a smell of raunchiness stained the
air. Rotting flesh started to rest on the man’s tongue pushing him to nearly
gag, everything grew more and more as the mans tolerance began to push itself
to overwhelming.
The doorway at the end of the hall became
finer in detail as the man grew more close to the end of the hall. The light
above the door began to show the doors beauty in all forms that the man could
enjoy. Solid hardwood and grains of the door shined from underneath the doors
colour of a deep red. He was now knee deep in the dark liquid that has only
been cumbersome since the beginning but the door was approaching closer. A loud
chorus of women screaming in agony began, if felt like they knew where we were
headed and every step closer to the exit was only making the pain worse for
everything that was around the man.
The handle that was on the door was in an
old fashion. Dust was gathered on the round knob to make the old scratched
brass look even older than it truly was. When he finally had the opportunity to
touch the handle, all noises of agony and loathing stopped to create a
soundless room with sounds of flowing water to only break the silence. The man
looked around in surprise to the events that just happened but before he could
turn the knob someone talked to him. It was a little whisper to most likely
come from a woman, she sounded desperate in her speech like this was more urgent
than the task that was at hand.
'I've killed myself over words of less
meaning; the silence can only destroy what’s left of my soul.' The tone was
mysterious, it sounded depressed like anyone would expect but mid way through
the sentence, it began to sound like a threat.
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