Fear within The days of seemingly peaceful slumber that used to effortlessly take me away from my world consumed

by loneliness, to a place of true tranquillity, where calm and warmth wrap me up ever so tight seems like a distant, unattainable illusion in the desert. Promising so much, but with every dark night that passes, grows ever distant from my grasp. Replaced now with grotesque imagery, a horror film only played when the children were fast asleep, something only the devils nightmares can bare... Ear piercing screeches; fill my ears, like water in the corridors of the sinking Titanic... But they seem to be coming from a man, not your stereotypical horror scream queen... they are screams of pain and fear... so vague and foreign to my memories, yet so familiar to my body. That seems to intoxicate my being, like poison, grabbing hold of me, constricting my bones and organs like a serpent. Then Suddenly my eyes open, unchaining me from this unworldly abyss, but still my nightmares manage to crawl, out of my sleep, and pray on my waking subconscious, once in a while, reminding me of what I had just experienced, before providing me with a glimpse to what to expect during my next venture into a state of limbo. As I turn my body, to the right side of the bed, I pause a moment to stir at the mirror, expecting to see my wretched, unbearably horrific, face to stair back at me. But... wait, the mirror bear no monster, I couldn’t see myself... Was there something wrong with the mirror? Was it broken? But I see no cracks, its surface bares no blemishes, instead it remains attainted and flawless as always, as every morning I take extra care, to wipe away is sins of dust and imperfections... So damage is out of the questions...I stand up, pins and needles erupts in my feet, my bones shudder as they so begrudgingly, attempts to bare my weight, it’s as if I was a new born baby, learning to walk again for the very first time. Fearing my knees will snap in two, like a twig under the march of a bear, I lunged for the basin, and hoisted myself up. But as I lean closer... still no reflections dare greet me, but I can see my bed, and lamp on my nightshade humming a weak yellow, but yet no me?.. What sorcery is this? Is my mind, playing cruel tricks on me... an April fool’s trick gone too far? Surely not for How my mind has never failed me before, I’m far from old age, true my skins is weathered, skin pale and eyes sight faulty. But these are just the fruits of depression that have decided to ripe through my appearance. But surely my mind was still in good condition, the only thing; I dare say I can rely on? A friend... My only friend, but why betray me now... or am I still dreaming... it doesn’t feel like a dream. I turn the tap on, with some hesitation the tap give out its treasure, cool life affirming substance give way. I run my hands through the water, and splash it on my face. I look up, still no reflection; I tilt my head down again to plunge my face under the surface of the water. But the taps seem to chuckle, and cackle, at my expense, before releasing hot, red liquid instead of water, from its bowls... like Jesus turning water into wine, but this is no wine... without any modesty, the aroma betrays its true identity, Its blood... once warm, is now a stagnant, stale mess, growing darker and thicker with every passing tick of the clock, quickly engulfing the basin, before spilling itself over the sides... but what truly alarmed me now, was not just sudden pouring of blood from the taps, or even the reflection that eludes me still... But the fact, that as the blood spilled over, It did not do so with such blind luck, but it moved with purpose, as if gravity where not controlling it, but a dark sinister forces, I dare not contemplate at all, where doing so. As it hits the cold, hard wooden flaw boards, it weaves and twirls around every gap and crack. But I dare not follow it, for it moves to the far towards the other side of the room, it feels like there is something there. But throughout this ordeal, without paying any real notice, I had hesitated and

reframed for ever allowing my gaze to wonder in that direction. For I did not know why I didn’t want to look, until know... there was something there. Then all of a sudden the room sensing my acknowledgement of what dare lurk in the shadows, as if by witch craft, a light from each one of the three remaining corners of the room, excluding my night lamp, slowly glowed into existence... eventually suffocating the room in a mild red glow. It is now apparent, what monstrosities, that lay dormant in the dark, for now my gaze was meet by a cold limp figure, sprawled lifelessly on the hard wood floor, Soaked in that very same; cold, stagnant and stale dark red blood. As I motioned, ever so slowly, as if not to awaken, a body that was clearly dead, but my body dare not betray such naivety, for it could tell, that demonic forces where at a foot. As I moved towards the lump, my feet where now surrounded by the blood, the odder now struck me, with the force of an Olympic boxer, I was taken aback...but I had to find out the identity of this poor individual, even though the warning signs and my gut where urging me to turn back and run. But curiosity grows too strong, so I bent over and peered into his face. The mystery, of the location of my reflection was now solved, for it was in the face of this man...The man was me...a slow and methodical wind swept by me, causing the body to flip over, revealing, a nine inch butchers knife, plunged into the back... then suddenly I felt something trickle down my spine, I put my palm to my back, to find out what it was. It was blood...It dawned on me... the lack of reflection, the horrible nightmare, all the blood. I was merely a ghost of my former self, as for the dreams, they where the events that made me this way, they played like a movie in my mind - on loop, but why was I here? why haven’t I left this world? Yes I was murdered, But by who? Is that what I should find out, the identity of my killer?

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