Nightmare Stare [Chapter Seven]

I hear the shrieks coming from inside the room, but can’t for the life of me find the head. I erratically toss limbs to and fro around the room, but still, nothing. Its only when I feel a slight tingling sensation on my lower back that I find the head. A chill runs up my spine and makes my hair stand on edge. Just image, if you will, the head of an agonizing man, a man who knows only pain, a man that, at this time, is frozen in those few seconds of absolute chaos. Those moments when nothing is rational, those moments when our nerves are electric and we can feel everything. Imagine the times of pain, before the endorphins set in, where there is nothing left to focus on but the pain. The times when nothing is of greater importance than getting as far away from that pain as possible, by whatever means necessary.
Now imagine that face, in constant, irrational agony, dismembered from its body. But imagine where the blood and tendons from the neck should be, there are spider legs, eight disgustingly tenuous legs reaching out. Their flimsy construction caused the head to have anything but stable moments. This creature couldn’t find stability if I killed.
Now the above mentioned creature is climbing up my back, screaming at me. The screams sounded like nails on a chalkboard; no joke, no exaggerating, this is not a simile, it literally sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I will never step foot into a class room for as long as I live. Its screams make my ear drums bleed, and I wince in pain. I begin shaking violently and manage to throw it off of myself. It lands somewhere on the body parts and starts gagging. Out from its mouth comes a giant yellow egg, let me rephrase, it regurgitated an egg, no, one more time; it threw up and egg and now, that egg is growing legs. It crawls onto the stump of one of the nearby arms lying scattered across the floor.
I’ve had enough of this! I need to kill that thing! I decide it shouldn’t be there anymore, but it seems its will to live is greater than my will to erase it. I try again, still nothing. That’s when I notice the arm start moving. From the stump grow eight wiry spider legs, they prop the arm upright and I get a clear look at it. The disgusting transformation takes place right before my eyes. The palm of the hand withers away, like a dying flower, and where it formerly was are now a set of razor sharp teeth.
My blood is turning into electricity, I have so much adrenaline I could power all of Tokyo for ten years, not breaking a sweat. I can think of nothing else but setting the entire room on fire. Maybe it was because of this new heightened sense of desperation or this monumental amount of adrenaline I had flowing through my veins, but I do, manage to set the room on fire. The screams turn to moans of ecstasy, and I’m immediately turned off. Just I’m getting ready to leave the room and close the door, in a highly irrational manner obviously, I’m seized by what appears to be a branch to a tree.
The gangling wooden fingers wrap around my entire torso and pull me violently into The Forest of Lost Souls. I’m being swung around so wildly I can’t focus, my mind is empty at this point, I can focus on nothing. I stop suddenly and disgorge my lunch all over myself. I look around and see that a colossal oak tree is holding me. It looks at me, the trunk looks like a face. No, it is a face, I’m looking dead into its eyes. Its looking right at me, opens its mouth and vomits on me as well. But you see, the major difference is this; I threw up tuna salad all over myself, it is about to throw up a horde of maggots and worms onto me. All I can do is watch as its monumental mouth opens and the sea of maggots and worms avalanche on me.
I was surprised myself, to have stayed conscious as long as I did.
It wasn’t too much later that I passed out from the pain. But the last thing I remember was the tree pulling me close to it and saying,
“You belong to me now. You are mine eternally, my love.”


-Sir Jestro