It happens at these moments that the atmosphere of the room or place you're in suddenly seems to change very quickly and the air seems to clutter up or swirl around you and THEN clutter up to near-solid and it gets colder and darker and totally quiet and you have trouble breathing and moving is more difficult than it was and your breath comes in ragged gasps creating clouds of steam and you move further and you start to notice that not everything is quiet but actually sounding very distant and muffled and it's different sounds, a strange buzz in your ears and babies crying and dogs howling and you can't see anything anymore now and you move further by touch and it doesn't feel the way you know it's supposed to be, everything's rawer, sharper, more menacing and then you suddenly sense the presence of... things, living moving things, and you can't see them and they keep distance but they're THERE, and you move on around corners where no corners used to be and you’ve got the taste of blood in your mouth and the strange creatures are screeching but you know it sounds further away than they are, and you’re running now, running with your bleeding hands along the wall, sharp pulsating pain in your head and a red haze starting to form before your eyes and the sound of crying babies growing stronger in your tortured ears, then something cold brushing against your legs, cold but ALIVE, or maybe not even alive but you can’t think about that now because you’re running, you’re panicking, you’re reaching insanity at a dazzling speed, and your body is a mass of cluttered pain and exhaustion and oh, the creatures grow more daring and you feel inhuman hands, deformed to claws slashing at you, and you know you can’t run much further through those endless corridors, and your body’s begging you to just give up, but no, your last bit of sanity says, run, RUN, and a baby’s screaming very close now, and your jagged breath indiscernible from that of your pursuers, and OH GOD, you fall, one of the creatures got you and you fall, fall to a ground as cold as ice and you realise this is the end, this is your death at the hands of beasts that don’t exist, can’t exist, shouldn’t exist and as insanity or is it inner peace slips over your mind completely and you drop your last resistance against digging talons and bloodthirsty maws, welcoming them, the cold blackness of death welcomes YOU and in mutual agreement you are swallowed whole by the light, and dawn greets you with the tongue of a hyperactive dog and the wail of a hungry infant. Kind of a free-flow short horror-ish story written to the sound of the Grateful Dead's Live/Dead. I had no idea what I was going to write and it turned out to be this. Wtf. :/ I scare myself sometimes.
With your ability to write something unique as that you should be a song writer. You could even turn that into a song...I'd listen to it! haha
