Sweet Dreams...

I stumble around, attempting to walk, almost falling over with each step I take. All around me, all I see is nothing. For miles and miles, all I can see is the same barren landscape. Anything that I do happen to see is dead, and has been for a while. After what feels like years, I find someone. I walk up to them and tap them on their back to get their attention. They turn around and I scream and fall backwards onto the ground. A tall, dark figure, bones pointing out all over their body, the tips covered in dried blood. I am sitting there on the ground, shivering in fright. The other figures behind the one staring at me turn around and join their companion. The one who's shoulder I tapped, if one could call it a shoulder, tilts its head in confusion while it studies me. I try to push myself back away from the on the dirt ground, but another of these dark figures appears behind and I bump into what appears to be a leg. Luckily, I narrowly missed a bone which was pointing out, like the first one. I tilt my head back and my eyes meet theirs. Stuck in its petrifying gaze, I find myself unable to move. I sense the other three standing in front of me are walking towards me. The last thing I remember seeing is the dark figure standing above me leans in towards me and its chest opens up, and a bright, blinding, white light is released and engulfs me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" I scream and launch myself so I am sitting up. My scream wakes up Charlotte who was seemed like she was peacefully sleeping beside me.
"What's wrong, what wrong?" She says, she rubs and blinks her eyes and tries to prop herself up and faces me.
"Huh, oh nothing, I think. Just a nightmare. Don't worry, go to sleep." She nods slightly and falls back to a lying position and finds sleep almost instantly. I rub my eyes and get out of bed. As a stretch and stand up straight, I yawn and then start to walk towards the kitchen. I reach for a glass off the sink and pour myself a glass of water. Slowly, I feel the water rush down my hot, burning throat. I rest the glass back on the sink, and let my head fall backwards so it's facing the ceiling. I close my eyes and start to think about my nightmare. What the hell were those things? Were they, I don't know, Grim Reapers or something. I shake my head and dismiss the thought. I start to make my way back to the bedroom, and then hear something. I stop and frown, waiting for the unexpected noise to return. It doesn't. Again, I dismiss this as another sign that I am either not getting enough sleep, or I am going insane. You're going inssssssssane!!! "What the fuck?!" I shout a tad too loud and wake Charlotte up for a second time.
"What is it this time Jeff?" She's gotten out of bed and slipped on a gown. She walks towards me, slowly and rubs her eyes.
"I thought I heard something. Probably just my imagination." Oh I'm real boy! Get used to it! This time I moan loudly and fall against the wall of the hallway, then I fall in a heap to the floor. "Ahhh!"
"Woah, Jeff, you alright?" Charlotte bends down and rests her hand on my shoulder and another on my knee.
"Ugh, I think so. I just got a massive migraine. Lucky it only lasted for a short bit." I'm back bitch! I scream out in agony again and lash out at Charlotte.
"Jeff!!! What are you doing? Why'd you do that?" She jumped back in fright on my sudden movements and reties her gown.
My voice changes to a deep, heavily accented one. "Help...me!" I start to twist and turn, flailing my arms and legs about, bashing my head against the once clean, smooth and even wall. Now it's all bashed in, holes in certain areas, other coated and smeared with blood. Charlotte screams out at the sight of me. She sees the blood being smeared across the light blue wall, and starts to cry while screaming out at me, scared for my wellbeing. My eyes roll back in my head and foam starts to fall from my mouth. Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! I've got you now! You will never be free again! This time Charlotte also heard the voice. Her scream somehow become more ear-piercing she walks backwards, away from my body, away from my fit. She walks back into the bedroom door and it slams shut. She jumps from the sudden sound and turns to face it. She grabs the door handle and tries to open it. The door won't budge and she turns around to face me again.
My body continues its fit and Charlotte's eyes are lock on me. She dared not to look away, even for a split second. After several minutes of fit, my body goes limp. Charlotte slowly walks towards my body to inspect the damage. She reaches my body and kneels down beside it. Her hand touches my cheek and then at that instant, I sit up and stare into her eyes. My sudden movements give her a fright, then she notices my eyes. She screams out a falls backwards. She hits the wall of the hallway and leans against it. I walk towards her, slowly, staring into her eyes. "Your eyes. What happened to your eyes?" she said. "My eyes are never better! I can see everything now! I can see through your deceit, I can see into your soul. You can't hide anything from me anymore!" My eyes have turned a milky white colour. My pupils have disappeared, all that remained was white. Charlotte started to cry and sob again. Yes! Let your fright flow from you. I will consume both of you!
Then my body gets flung into the wall behind me and my body leaves a big hole. I groan and try to get out of the hole, but Charlotte walks up to me with a knife she retrieved from the kitchen. "Help...me..." I say. She ignores me. I see something flicker within her eyes, but I can't work out what it is. She raises the knife and lunges at me screaming. She stabs my stomach and slashes at my innards. I look at her with misunderstanding in my eyes. She stares back at me and I see her eyes change into a milky white colour. She slowly creeps up to me and drops the knife which narrowly misses her foot. She raises her hands and thrusts her thumbs into my eyes. I scream out in pain and try to lash out at her with whatever energy I could summon. I find myself unable to move. I cough up blood which sprays all over Charlotte's face. More blood trickles from my mouth, but most pours out of stomach. I can feel Charlotte breathing on me. Her breath, hot and irritating. She smells me and rips out my eyes. I have no energy left to cry out.
She then drops my eyes into my innards and then picks up the knife, and rips her own body into pieces.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Beings
Category:Dreams
Category:Old Shit
Category:English Class Failure