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The Black Rose Wreath

For The Vocal 3:00 AM Challenge

By Mike Singleton ๐Ÿ’œ Mikeydred Published 2 years ago โ€ข 2 min read
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The Nightmare

Woken again.

The darkness presses in again and I am sweating.

The nightmare keeps coming back.

I am in a dark place and there are things there, human, I don't know and my neck is wreathed in black roses, and their thorns make me bleed.

When I wake the roses are gone but I am bleeding, like they were there for real.

I don't know what is happening.

I try to stay awake but I can't and then I am in that dark place full of swirling blackness, which is not smoke, but something akin to liquid and gas, and it feels like a snake when it touches my skin.

This has been going on for over a week, and it is pushing me towards madness, and I feel that I am close to the edge.

Every night I fall asleep and every night THEY are closer. The wreath of black roses and wrapped around my neck and each night they pull it tighter.

They are soon going to be choking me. The thorns are cutting me to hell. and I think it may them that wake me at three o'clock every morning.

It is a recurring nightmare, and when I wake I am bleeding, but the black rose wreath is gone.

Have I been cursed?

It feels like it.

Some evil person has cast a sway, and it is going to dispose of me.

I have taken drugs to help me sleep, but in my dream, I am in that place with the dark fog water and the unknown beings. Each night they are closer to me and the wreath around my neck will be the death of me.

I find it hard to breathe as the scent of the black roses floods my nostrils making me feel light-headed. Then the thorns piece my neck and the blood runs down and I feel sure I am about to die, but then the pain wakes me up, once more.

When I do the sheets are all over the place and there are spots of my blood, like I have really been scratched by thorns, or maybe I am scratching myself.

I get through the day and am scared to go to sleep again. because I know the black rose wreath will be around my neck and it will be tighter than ever.

I always fall asleep.

One day I won't wake up at three o'clock, I won't wake up at all.

The End

They were found dead, strangled, but the neck was punctured and had been bleeding.

Around their neck was a sheet, knotted and tightened., and it was determined that the strangulation was self-inflicted, possibly an auto-erotic act gone wrong.

There was no explanation for the the punctures as there was nothing in the room, or house that could have caused the, though they looked like they were caused by plant thorns.

It was suggested that he had caused the scratches himself, but there was no blood on his nails.

They were a loner and there was no one to contact, no next of kin to inform of the death.

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    Written by Mike Singleton ๐Ÿ’œ Mikeydred