Nightmare - Creative Writing

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The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me, and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling my bones to that of splintering ice. The need to move started me forward though, and I felt a sharp ache all over, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins felt like an icy river. So slow, but I trudged onwards, hope holding onto a possible lie. It was when my pace held steady that a sudden wariness alerted me to foreign noises. Soft hissing sailed through the air waves, accompanied by a more mechanic static… What was that? It slid right into my mind and took me in a hold. I halted, my feet sinking into the sand. An uneasy paranoia gripped my chest as the noises mirrored me, pausing just as I did. Sickness rose like bile in my throat, I could feel eyes upon me… somewhere. I began to move again, desperate to leave this place now. Stubbornly, I stared towards the endlessness of the chilly desert, refusing to look back. I dared not to look back. A strong gale came, making my hair flail out behind me and the tiniest of noises began to spiral around my head with unseen stealth. The static came back, but mingled within it was a wicked giggling. I looked around uneasily, head turning to look and search all around me. Where was it coming from? All I saw was those silent, unmoving rocky hills…The giggling continued to move all around me, fading in and out of hearing range, corrupting me to an edginess that brought on an unwanted burst of adrenalin. Burning tears began to well up in my eyes, my fear engulfing me in an inescapable embrace. The crazy sounds seemed to note my despair and before I could even begin to think about it, a loud cackle of demented menace rumbled through out the desert like thunder. It blocked everything else out for that single moment, it was all I heard. I suddenly felt like something was toying with me, trying to break me down. The chase was on. With that, my heart pounded like a drum playing out a tribal rhythm and I ran, ignoring the ache of my frozen body. The static broke through the air once more as I sped through it, it followed me, taunted me to no ends. Laughter full of dark insanity shuddered through the rocky hills, and "Aaah!"

I felt the gritty sand give in beneath me and I fell in complete darkness. Although I tried to scream, the wind took it right out of my mouth and disposed of it, leaving me silent as I tumbled for what seemed a long time. However, a cold hard floor would soon break that illusion and I felt my face hitting what felt like concrete with a painful thud. The pain exploded through my head and leaked into my mind, terrible throbbing ache overthrowing any thoughts I had. Groaning, I shifted gingerly. My limbs were shaking weakly from the fall. Once more, as my weary eyes opened all that embraced me was darkness, and a foul smell lingered in the air. My nose crinkled in reaction to the offensive odor. Where was I now? My freedom from fear lasted only shortly and I hiccupped as sobs tried to wrack my defenseless frame. Hope seemed as bright at the place I was in, the desire to continue onwards fading from short term goals. I was obviously destined to die in this place, I thought to myself. Lying distorted in an aching pile on the freezing floor, I was just about to close my eyes when a light flickered somewhere, dimly lighting up a wall in front of me. I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that...
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