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Faceless Creatures

I do not know why I wrote this. I usually base anything horror off of my nightmares, but I never had this nightmare... that I'm aware of.

By Sophisticated MommaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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As I lie here silentlyWishing I could fucking sleepI hear the whispers quietlyAnd in the shadows they do creep.

I tell myself it's in my headAs they crawl up on my bedGrabbing at my frozen legs

“Please, just stop,” I fucking beg.

Their hand around my trembling neck

I whisper “What the fucking heck?”I reach out just to push them offThey fall down and then they cough.

I think they landed on their backBecause their breath they do lack.

I run out of my fucking roomJust to meet impending doom.

I think I am dead at this rateIt seems I’ve met my sudden fate.

Faceless creatures staring at me

And down my leg, there goes some pee.

I’m frozen on the god damned spot

My living room smells like fleshy rot.

They all start to reach out at meI fall back so suddenly.

Sinking deeper in the groundI hear a sudden creepy soundThousands of people do cry

Their voices sound so fucking dry.

Hands grab me from everywhereFingers entwined in my hairThey’re digging deep into my skin

At this point the pain does begin.

Faceless creatures surrounding meSome of them look humanly

The others have twenty-six legsThey tear off my limbs and they lay their eggs.

From my sides, new arms do sproutAs I begin to cry and shoutI wake up from this creepy dreamBut I still hear the people’s screams.

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