I screamed as the darkness closed in around me, swallowing me whole. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could barely breathe. I’ve always been terrified of the dark, but this was something else entirely.
I stumbled through the blackness, my hands outstretched in front of me as I tried to find something, anything to hold onto. But there was nothing. Just the cold, suffocating void.
And then I saw it. A faint glow in the distance, like a tiny beacon of hope. I stumbled towards it, my heart racing even faster now.
As I got closer, I could see that it was a book. A thick, leather-bound tome with strange symbols etched into the cover. The Book of Dead.
I hesitated for a moment, my instincts telling me to run in the opposite direction. But something about the book called to me. It promised answers, solutions to all my fears.
I picked it up, and as soon as my fingers touched the cover, I felt a surge of energy course through my body. I opened it, eager to read its secrets.
But as soon as I began to read, I realized my mistake. The Book of Dead was not a book of solutions, but a book of horrors beyond my wildest imagination.
The pages were filled with descriptions of creatures that should not exist, demons and spirits that hungered for human flesh and blood. And worst of all, they were coming for me.
I tried to close the book, but it wouldn’t budge. It was as if it had locked onto me, determined to drag me down into its pages and into the darkness forever.
I screamed and cried for help, but there was no one there to hear me. The creatures were getting closer, their howls echoing through the void.
And then I woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. It was just a nightmare, I realized. But the fear lingered, like a shadow that would never leave me. The Book of Dead was still out there, waiting for its next victim. And I knew that I would never be able to escape it.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Dalli. Publisher: Cyber.
