Gina Mace

Gina Mace

  • Gina Mace
    Published 2 years ago
    The Dark Dream

    The Dark Dream

    The darkness can be both scary and terrifying. It's like the gate way to hell but much worst. No man or woman would dare to enter it, even the priest would dare to bless it. The air grows thicker, and the lights get darker but you keep going. You get to a gate that reads "do not enter;" feeling hesitant you push the gate open and the nightmares began. Once you enter you feel a little disoriented but you continue despite this uneasy feeling your getting from the gate. A few minutes of looking around you see a flight of stairs leading to a door. Once you get to the door, you start to smell flesh. You want to turn back but it's to late to go back. Slowly you push the door open only to greeted by Satan himself burning one of the lost souls from heaven. Before you can turn to run away he turns around and looks at you with his piercing black eyes and says, "I've been waiting for you all day, now now it's your turn to join the rest of the lost and damned souls who have banished me in this dark pit." You scream for help but no one hears you. He grabs you by the arm and throws you in to the fire. As you begin to burn alive he laughs in a dark chilling voice and reaches for you body one again to mark 666 on your chest. The burn was enough to wake you up in a pool of sweat. Hoping it was just a nightmare you grabbed your cross and slept with it for the rest of the night hoping Satan doesn't return to mark his next victim. You went to see a priest the next day to tell him about the weird dream you had. Ask you begin to tell him his face starts to shift, his eyes began to bleed, horns start to appear from his head. As you began to leave your feet are nailed to the ground, and your hands are nailed to the chair. Once the priest raises his head his face is now black and his eyes are a piercing black and red color. He then grabs you and proceeds to cover your body in satanic signs and scars. Each burn felt like a bowl of hot coal being dumped on your skin. Each scratch felt like cats clawing at your flesh. All you could do was sit in pain hoping it would end. Just when you thought it was over he gets one of his minions to beat you with a iron rod. He heats the iron rod and starts to beat you with all the force he had in his little body. Each beating felt like someone punching your stomach back to back. As the beating continues he grabs his pitch fork and stabs you.