Trapped

 

“What’s going on?” I asked. I was surrounded by figures which are inhuman. I don’t know how I got myself into this mess. At one point, I was trying to sleep, and with a blink of an eye, these “things” appeared on me. I tried to move, but I felt...numb. “What’s going on?” I thought to myself. “You will not escape”, said a demonic voice. I turned my eyes to the left to find nothing. I tried to shout, only to find my scream voiceless. These… were on me. I closed my eyes again, but a quiet voice told me to face the hell in front of me. I did, but I was a lonely person on top of me. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. I was going to say that he is a girl, because he looks like one, but his voice seems...familiar.  I don’t know. My eyes started closing, but something is keeping me awake. But everything faded to darkness.

I wish this was a dream, but it was not. Because of hearing these familiar screams. Like a creeping snake, the sizzling heat shrivelled up my spine, my bedroom felt unusually warm. I look around to be surrounded by fire.“Couldn’t believe it”,whispered in my head. How could a fire start in my own house?  I have, no, need to escape. getting down from my bed and looking for a way out. No exit. Hoping it would work, prayed to God to help me only to hear that demonic voice again. “You must die!” This is it. This is how I’m going to die. I am going to be burned alive like an innocent witch. Darkness came back. The smoke making its way into my lungs. I could feel the fire in me. The suffocation is actually happening in my body. The hot hell is closing in, while swallowing me whole. I am prepared for my fate.

“You will face your fears...” Who are these voices? “We are your worst nightmares...” Why do they sound so familiar? “All of this is just a mere fantasy” Is this a nightmare?

Everything changed. Blazing lights reflected from the flashy tents of the circus and blinded me.  A circus? An abandoned circus? “Oh no,” I whispered to myself. You see, I suffer from coulrophobia. This wasn’t an ordinary phobia, to me, they are dominant and orgerous knives plunging into my chest but to others they may be a source of joy and happiness. One , two, three..ten doors surrounded me. Like a domino effect, all, but one, door was opened. And out came small, tiny, claustrophobic cars. The scene was confusing. One of the cars said with a creepy voice “Welcome to Hell!” I immediately went for the door. Locked. Someone or something screamed. Why the heck are these screams so familiar? Turned my head, to find several clowns with knives, axes, spears and smiling at me. I turned my back to the door. If the fire didn’t kill me, they will. Is this how I’m going to die? By my fears? Not only am I tired of all these tragedies happening to me, but I’m also ready to accept my fate. The inviting door behind me opened, causing me to fall into the ether of darkness. I started to feel sleepy. I blacked out.

Scared and terrified, I jolted awake. I was in my bed. “This is a dream?” I thought,“But it felt so real.” My head pounded as if a wrecking ball was crashing onto the back of my skull. Tired, weak and desperate for sleep, I put the thought aside and went to sleep. However, there was something that I wasn’t prepared for. For what came next.