Sunday, Jun. 27, 2004 - 14:38

These are mere fragments, but have decided to record them anyway: -

Myself and a small band of others were inside a large, old house. It was dark and foreboding. There was a definite sense that we were fleeing from ’something’.

We came to a rickety flight of stairs. They were in such poor condition that in places the wood had rotted away altogether leaving large, lethal gaps. But as we were desperate to escape ’It’, whatever ’It’ was, we negotiated them as best we could, though somehow knowing that something truly dreadful lurked beneath the staircase.

We arrived at the landing and looked back down the staircase. A ginger and white coloured cat was on the landing with us. It suddenly leapt down the staircase, then sniffed at one of the gaping wounds in the wooden stairs… two long, thin arms, as white as curdled milk and with a similar looking texture, shot out and seized the hapless feline and dragged it screaming into the dark.

And then the thing itself somehow oozed through the hole in the staircase and stood to face us. It was 7 feet tall, skeletal thin with over long arms and legs. It was naked, exposing an emaciated body covered in the sickly white skin. The head was human-like, with a wide mouth surrounded by thick, black lips. When it sneered at us – at me specifically – it revealed a mouthful of grey and black, putrid teeth… but it was the creature’s eyes that caught me…. dark eyes I knew and remembered from somewhere else; another Life.

They were Simon’s eyes and they were filled with hate and rage.

The impossibly long arms stretched out towards me, each thin, knotted digit ending in ragged, yellowed fingernails caked with grime.

I stood frozen, transfixed by the burning, hate-filled eyes… then I woke up…

On drifting back into sleep, I found myself outside somewhere. A bug (a fly) flew into my right nostril and became stuck there. I could feel it wriggling around inside of me; feel the vibrations as its wings fluttered. Revolted, I tried in vain to dislodge the unwelcome ‘visitor’.

I placed the thumb of my left hand hard up against my left nostril and then with force, blew air out through my right nostril. The fly did not budge. So I tried again, feeling the bile rise in my stomach as I was so disgusted by the situation. The second time proved successful, and the bug was expelled onto the ground, trapped in a good gob of my own mucous. It was an overly large, black fly – probably about the size of the first half of my thumb.

But my horror was not yet at an end; I could still feel something wriggling in the nostril…. In fact, the sensation appeared to be spreading to the back of my throat.

There was a nasty taste in my mouth, so I spat onto the ground and was appalled to see a clump of writhing maggots twitching in my spit. Yet still I could feel more moving around in my nostril and in my throat… on the verge of vomiting, I spat again, and again… but couldn’t seem to dislodge the grisly creatures…

I woke from the dream with the same sensation that ’something’ unwanted was wriggling around in the back of my throat… Fortunately, the sensation quickly passed...

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