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He ignored that poor woman; not only did
her speech not make sense but also nothing was going to stop anyone from
leaving that room. A feeling of suffocation passed through the man’s lungs and
into mine. The incredible pressure that was on his body started to affect
my mind greatly. I couldn’t think straight—I don't think anyone could in this
situation—to any simple matter that could be done. His hand was still on the
door handle; he was deep in thought as the liquid increased several more
inches. Like he forgot how to twist a simple knob but maybe, just maybe, he was
reluctant to leave this place in which I found him.
There obviously was a need to get out,
even the man could understand that but something held him back. Unfinished
business? Maybe he knew what was on the other side of the door and he didn't
want to face it. Only by the time the liquid level reached the man’s hips was
when he finally decided on his next move. There wasn't a need to drowning
anytime today; he put each foot on either sides of the doorway before swinging
it open to prevent the liquid pushing him forward and on the ground. He
continued to think longer for a moment’s time to prepare him from what's to
come. I felt his heart race faster and faster until suddenly his heart stopped,
like skipping a beat. Something that could give an average man a heart attack
but this seemed natural. Similar to when you jump from a deadly height not
knowing what was going to happen to you within a few seconds or even when fear
overcomes your body and you jump out of your skin, loosing all motions in your
body.
The heart just simply stops until the
feat is done and when everything becomes clear to your mind body your heart
moves faster than before. You get adrenaline through your veins and you feel
like you cheated death and you feel prepared for everything else that is
willing to kill you. That is what the man felt when he turned the knob to
the next room. He ceased to breathe and became willing to die within seconds
but death did not greet him. It could have even been worse in his eyes, I'm not
really sure but I knew one thing for a fact, his heart stopped when he began to
walk into the room and it continued to stay silent till the mans last seconds
approached into his view but it wasn't the time yet.
As the door started to be cracked open a
light flooded into the dark hallway that the man was inside of. The glow from
bright light grew more intense that the man had to shield his eyes and
regretted it the second thereof. The liquid that was building up by the door
rushed out through all the cracks and into the other room. The door swung open
to reveal a clean and perfect room. Everything in every corner was a gleaming
white and the brightness of light coming out of it made it seem like one was
inside the sun. Obviously this couldn't be the case but regardless, the dark
hallway that the man was within led to a large bright and open room. Polar
opposites they may be but similar in the feeling of what was within.
The man looked down to see what was
rushing around him and into the other room and he grew sick to the sight of it.
This dream began as a nightmare but then the glory of a clean room made it seem
that everything may not seem so bad but the nightmare has began to consume
everything that was good and destroyed the potential of every living thing.
Blood, previously up to the mans waist, that same very life force that keeps
many things living, now was spreading its way into what was preciously pure.
The man noticed this as well and when he gathered his footing appropriately, he
swung himself through to the other side of the door frame and went against the
current of the warm, crisp liquid to attempt to shut the door. Feeling similar
to a hull breach in a ship that could make itself sink, the man used all of his
might to close the door to prevent any more coming into the room.
The door could seal itself rather quite
well when closed. The man looked around the room in awe, it was surprising, it
seemed that he had never seen light before. The blood that entered the room
previously spread itself around the large room, tracing every corner it passed.
There was enough blood to cover the whole floor with a slight puddle, with
that, you can tell more of the dimensions of the room. The room was perfectly
square leaving roughly thirty feet for each wall. When trying to determine the
height, it was no use. It looked like it went forever in comparison to the
brightness of the room but that soon changed. It began very slightly. What
appeared to be blood began to seep through the upper corners of the room, no
more than fifteen feet of headroom and everything became smaller than
previously thought.
The walls closed in, the floor shook and
everything began to fall apart before the man’s eyes. No sound peered into the
room other than the sound of blood flowing out of a wound, very slight but
still intolerable. Every corner to every wall and ceiling started to seep
blood, staining everything it touched. What looked like veins traced itself
along the ceiling eventually making the whole ceiling red and then rain. No
storm clouds appeared but whatever was happening on the ceiling poured down to
the floor like a natural spring shower. The man couldn't move from his spot
from within the room; a great fear overcame his body and he was ready to say
goodbye.
The last need to escape pulsed through
the man’s veins and he turned around to face the door that landed him within
the room. There was no escape, the blood had already built up in the hallway
and there was no way to fight the current that fast enough before drowning.
Even if he did make it through the hallway, what is even on the other side? It
could just be a mere dead end and if you were going to die, I would rather die
in a room in which was bright, dyeing in the darkness could possibly be the
worst feeling anyone could have but more appeared to him.
A bubbling began towards the center of
the room—the sound became very prominent—as the blood began to flow into it.
Something like a whirlpool began to form nearly sucking up all the blood that
was collecting on the ground. It seeped down into some hole that seemed to be
in the ground but no hole was visible. Something similar to a buildup of liquid
began to rumble under the floor shaking everything and then all was quiet. The
man approached the center of the room cautiously blocking his face to be rained
on—everything was quiet. A few more feet towards the center of the room was
regrettable as the pressure of all the blood from under the ground ruptured
into a geyser pushing the man onto his back. Blood splattered everywhere and
the floor grew more in blood content, then something more of a fountain took
form.
As the man lied on his back the blood
level continued to increase up to pass his chest and then his face. Waking up,
the man coughed up the blood that was settling in his throat as he got back up
to his feet. The taste was discomforting the taste of it was like nothing ever
before, not even the taste of natural blood. The taste settled within the mans
throat, there was no way in getting it out now but maybe that was intended. The
fountain from the center of the room began to turn into a finer form, a form of
a person, then very slender like a woman. All of her features took form and
when completed she just looked like a normal woman just covered in red—this
couldn't have been the case.
As she approached the man, blood trickled
down from every part of her body and onto the ground, she minced towards him
with a purpose and every feature was visible. Unlike him, she seemed happy to
be here. Not only did she have a grin on her face but also she was very calm,
she no longer looked like something that could be liquid but a straight form.
She grew near to the man and placed one hand on his waist and the other on his
shoulder pressing her whole body against him all in order to whisper into his
ear.
'7, 16, 6, 21, 14. Make me proud.' My
heart dropped and I knew this man didn't have too much time left if this was to
be similar to my dream before. She lifted her hand from off of the man’s waist
and pushed off of him for a few inches and placed her right hand on his left
wrist. It didn't seem like much at first but a sizzling began to sound from
between them. The hold in which she had placed on the man’s arm began to burn
through his skin, creating an intense pain to every sound of it. He began to
scream—being the first sound I heard him make—and attempted to push the woman
away from him. The hand she had on his shoulder moved up to his neck and she
choked him for every second that he resisted.
While the burning continued, bruises and
lacerations formed all over the man’s body, tearing his flesh with every inch
the cuts moved on his body. 'You want to make me proud don't you?' she growled
to him. The man was in total pain, he couldn't respond and that infuriated the
woman. She threw him on the ground into the lake of blood that he was
previously standing in--the blood level was now up several feet and was growing
rapidly. The man scrambled to his feet to realize that within seconds the blood
rose several more feet to make him unable to touch the floor without going
under.
The view of the woman blended within the
pools as she soon disappeared. He continued to rise up higher and higher to the
point that his hands were touching the ceiling then making him to breathe in
his last dying breath. All of the lights within the room turned off leaving him
to die within the darkness. Nothing was visible, nothing could be heard. The
mans last breath escaped from his lungs forcing all that was left of air out of
his body. I suppose this is where he died, the worst way to go in my opinion
but the dream continued for several more minutes. Everything was black and
silent but before I had the chance to wake up, a heartbeat rose from the
darkness.
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