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10/30/09(Fri)00:12 No.6490659I've been a lot of places in my life, but I'd have to say the one I liked least was hell.
Yeah, yeah I know, "You can't go to hell". Some people like to tell me that over and over, "It's not a real place, you were just in some oxygen deprived hallucination". Mmhmm. That does not take away the nightmares, the feeling of fingers and teeth crawling up and down my spine in a dark room.
When I look out a window I don't see what is outside, I see formless shadowy faces pressing against the glass, whispering words as their black teeth scrape the window pane. Chipped fingernails claw their way down the smooth surface as hands open and close, their finger tips begging to once more find purchase in my flesh.
Ever since the accident and the coma, ever since they revived me I've seen things. I know its cliche doctor, I know it's like some dumb horror movie. I know. People laugh when I say I want to go into my now windowless, mirror-less bedroom with all the lights on and close the door, just to feel safe.
I know something followed me back, maybe it isn't stalking me, I think it is inside me. I don't think it is a ghost, or some fog like demon. I think it followed me back, inside, and took things. I feel weaker every day, the doctors say its because I'm not eating but... I am.. I exorcise, I eat.. more then I used to, but I'm shrinking away.
..Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can see something moving under my skin, and as soon as I look it is gone. I thought they were just more nightmares... but you got to listen to me It's getting bigger.. |
