Chaper 2: I shouldn't have stared
Oh, you came back?! Great! Thank you so much! Finally, someone willing to hear me out. Now, let's get into the aftermath... trust me, it ain't pretty.
I nearly met my end right there in bed!
Okay, you're probably confused, so let me run it back for you. After I ran into my mom's room, she drank her water. I didn't tell her what I saw—I just went to bed beside her and my little sister. The night was dead quiet. Were those crickets gone? I don't know, but I didn't hear a single chirp. Wonder why...
Anyway, back to how I almost died in my sleep.
I fell asleep, as you already know, and I had a nightmare—or maybe a dream gone cold. I dreamt I was sitting at the end of one of those old-fashioned dining tables, the ridiculously long ones set in a massive hall. Sitting all the way at the opposite end was an entity. It had horns, and as it stared at me, that same familiar dread washed over me. Only this time, the entity didn't move. It was passive. But the longer it stared, the more I suffocated.
Now, I don't mean suffocating from anxiety. I mean actually suffocating. I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I felt my skin turning blue! I tried to shout, I tried to scream, but no words dared leave my mouth—it was as if it had been sealed shut. I tried to move as the entity drew closer, close enough for me to see its face clearly. I saw its eyes: crimson red, the kind that knows no mercy, the kind bathed in blood before being shoved back into their sockets.
I tried to run, but I couldn't. It felt like being trapped in a padded room in a mental ward, strapped into a straitjacket and chained to the chair.
Then, a sliver of hope. A dove flew high above the endless ceiling. Suddenly, air rushed back into my lungs. I gasped, turned to the other side, and realized I could move again! I was free.
Now do you see why I said I almost died in that bed? I shouldn't have stared at them in the living room. I don't know if they were offended or if that horned entity acted on its own. All I know is that I nearly died in my own home. Maybe that place was haunted—I genuinely don't know—but whatever I felt that night was always lurking in that house.
