„I don't know what you mean.,“ he mumbled quietly. Steven looked confused to the side and viewed the shadowy trees yet again. Do you know, you and me are very similar to each other?“ „It's not only your name that I know – I know everything about you. The stranger who had stood up as well and was now at eye level with him smiled kindly, but what he said still came across as frightening to him. „You still didn't tell me how you got to know my name,“ he reminded him with a disquieting feeling. He did as he was told and got back on his feet, maybe staggering a bit too much. How can you know my name? No, don't say anything! You.
Suddenly he opened his eyes the picture of the stranger he could see now – a tall and sinister although slim figure, kneeling close to him on the grass – burned into his mind. Because you sit there on the ground and cry just like a little boy,“ he said coldly. Why did he laugh? Could it be him who killed her, after all? that woman? I think, she's of no importance anymore, is she?“Ī laughter. „Who? Nobody's here,“ the stranger answered.
Not here, not now!Īn unknown voice reached his ears, gentle and calm, almost like the voice of his mother – but it was a man who spoke to him. He heard their voices again, calling his name. No!“ he murmured, staring completely stunned at the dark red fluid dropping from the knife point, before he raised his hands to cover his eyes. She seemed to notice him, although he had spoken so silently, gave him a puzzled look – and then she was staring down at him, terrified, her eyes wide open and a choking sound coming out of her throat, just as he saw the bloody blade piercing through her body at this very moment.
#Welcome to your own personal nightmare how to#
Maybe she could show him how to get away from here. She was tall with long brown hair, and she radiated something that gave him at least a tiny spark of hope. A woman, he noted, when he looked a little more closely. Somebody walked straight towards him a human. Everything vivid seemed to have been taken from this site.Ī rustling noise lay in the air, caused by the wind blowing through the treetops, and he looked up. It was an eerie place, so hopeless and deserted – just like himself. Horrified he dogded sideways as he realized how big it was, and it seemed like hours until it had finally passed him. If this was a dream, why did the cold feel so real?Īnd if this wasn't a dream – how did he get here all of a sudden?Ī spider crawled along the ground, directly up to him. The wind was cold and felt like a whip on his skin. At some time the creatures caught him anyway, but he never lost against them because he couldn't run anymore.Įxhausted he sank onto the grass, unable to move even an inch. He could run for as long as he wanted to he never lost his breath. Why was he so much out of breath? In his dreams it was different. He ran as fast as he could, without knowing where he ran, but he didn't stop. And everytime they called for him, he couldn't do anything but run away. First it was just a whisper, then a scream. Every night they haunted him, calling his name. No one could see what he saw right now – the night in all its gruesome brilliance, the fir trees moving shadowy in the wind, and the shadows reaching out their greedy claws for him. Just him, alone amidst darkness and an eerie kind of void that filled the scenery he found himself in. Like a tremendous dark hole it covered the earth and everything growing on it. The trees looked like black silhouettes, towering up in the endless sky.
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