He looked around him at the hollow darkness that was creeping in on him. Pairs of eyes darted back and forth, in front of him, turning his skin stone cold. The goose bumps on his arms were the size of golf balls and the hairs on the back of his neck stood ten feet tall. He didn�t know who or what was causing this freakishly real nightmare but he knew he had to find out, even if it killed him, liliterally|_
A tall dark figure stood at the door, beakoning for him to move forward, to come closer. He tried to hesitate, but, instead, found himself slowly walking toward the figure. No eyes could be seen from out of the hood of this distant being, nor any facial features whatsoever. A black cloak encircled the being�s frail frame, hiding any other features that may have been. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn�t stop himself walking towards the beakoning figure.
He stopped dead in his tracks! The figure was floating toward him, arms outstreched as if to strangle him. He turned to flee but instead found himself stuck to the ground as though his feet were set in concrete. A tower of pain erupted through his chest, as though someone had squeezed his heart so hard it had popped. Terror through rushed his veins at one hundred miles per hour. He had to get out of here.
One thing he couldn�t help but notice was that as the beast got closer it seemed to get smaller. Although this was very noticeable it still didn�t help his nerves one bit. Still scared out of his mind he attempted flight again. Spotting a window his feet finally became �unstuck� and he ran to it. Locked. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, and almost ripping his arm off in the process, he wrapped it round his hand, thrusting his fist through the window shattering the glass into a million tiny pieces. As he went to jump he looked down and finally realised that maybe jumping from that height wasn�t such an outstanding idea. He had to look for another way out!
The clock was ticking and he was getting nowhere fast. The figure was looming in the background, waiting for the moment he slipped up so it could strike. The being had a lot of patience for what it was. Many a time had it had to wait, ready to strike till its prey pushed the boundaries. A little too far, in some cases.
The corridor seemed to be getting longer and longer as he fled towards what looked like a door. When at last he reached this �door� he saw it was nothing but a painting, obviously to trick the poor, innocent people who were unlucky enough to be trapped in this nightmare. Sweet Mother of Mary, he thought to himself, is this real or is it just a nightmare?
As he thought about how much he wanted to be home, back in his warm bed and snuggled up tight with the wife, his life flashed before him. He started to swirl into a world unknown to anyone but him. He saw the being disappear right before his very eyes and the hallway got further and further away. He hit something hard and found himself in a daisy meadow but the clouds started darkening and a haunting castle shot up three hundred meters away�
No, no, no not again, He cried.
