I trickled into my Sleep Deprivation. Letting the everlasting war come to an end. The fought-hard organs enjoy their breath now. They are at ease now. Victory is ours.

     In a faint distance; I heard a thunderous roar, which could be imagined as a malicious boss fight. The roar is much louder by now. 

     I heard the ridge wind twirl around the house ever-so harshly. 

     I’m fully awake, panting now. The red bleeding clock read 7:13 pm. No more hallucinations, no more anonymous calls through the nighttime. It felt as if I started new. I got up from the clingy bed, whose body could’ve been forgotten there. I walked to the door, letting a loud creek echo through the thriving weeping house. 

     The storm has taken control now, the floors are soaked with water, and the walls are sloping down. I can’t tell if this is another hallucination or an everlasting nightmare, where the character is met with defeat. I hear the soars of glass breaking, tables shaking, and windows throwing glass. The house is now shaking with fear; the storm just started. With a crescendo blow from the hazardous storm… 

     I wake out of the hellish dream and with all of my might, I catch my breath. And this is where it begins… I pushed the overcrowding warmth away from me. And stand out of bed. This time the floors aren’t as creaky. I walk over to the hinged door. As the hinges creaked, I freed the heavy and damaged air from beyond the door. I turned the sharp corner from the heavy room, and there stood a morbid entity.

     The pigment was foggy and gray, an odd color to existing in any normal creature. This creature had a strange look, a type of look you’d blink twice to realize before you probably realized you were dreaming. The look was sleet and intimidating. Before I could blink, this entity disappeared. 

     I started to fall nauseous and fell to the wicked floor and appeared to be passed out. The thing that came to my mind was the vivid fog of the entity. 

TO BE CONTINUED…