Not many things scare me in my dreams, very rarely do I have a nightmare that freaks me out extremely well. Normally I can take control of them and turn them around to my liking, but sometimes the dreams are too vivid…almost realistic to do that to.
This one was a scene set in a dark room about 15 feet by 15 feet. The walls were dark with grunge and dirt and age. The light was a low yellow, but over the autopsy slab, they were bright like the sun.
The metal was cold against my skin as was the stale air that filled my lungs. I was the one strapped to the table. My legs at the knees and ankles were bound. My arms at the wrists and elbows losing circulation from the tightness of the leather straps. I was stuck to that table with no way of getting out of it. The buckles were under the slab of surgical steel that I laid naked upon. It almost seemed as if the hide just came from the bull, but it was me bleeding from where the bindings were cutting into me.
I had on my glasses, I assumed so I could see the horrors that awaited me more clearly without him having to lean in about 3 inches from my face. Above the lights above me, there were polished mirrors nailed to the ceiling. I could see the dim dirt floor from wall to wall.
Along the wall to my left, a counter went from corner to corner. Across it was an array of various rusted and shining metal blades, chains, tools, etc. They were all displayed neatly on brand new white towels. Even the counters looked pristine.
Along the wall to my right, a double basin sink, a washboard, and neatly stacked totes full of clothing and personal items. I realized then that I was probably more than the 100th person to be in that room to not make it out alive.
From what I could see above my head from the mirrors, there were several curio cabinet filled with human skulls, each decorated different with deep scratches, holes, and scars from the torment that awaited. In the left corner, a grand wooden door with iron hinges and handle sat forebodingly comfortable in the middle of all this fear.
At my feet, I could see clearer than what was above my head. Hanging from nails, hooks, and screws along from ceiling to floor to corner to corner were his creations from his sessions. Paintings of women in scandalous poses painted from blood with human skin as their bodies matted to canvases framed with bone. There were framed pictures from old 35mm cameras with victims’ faces frozen in horror and pain long after their death. Each face stared at me as a warning, one that I could no longer heed.
As my eyes were scanning the room, the wooden door started creaking. The wood’s thick as its forced open. The hinges rattle at the walls from the support about to give out from the load. I move my head to see my captor a bit better, causing a cramp at the base of my skull. What I was able to see without the reflection of the top of his head was a black latex apron going from his shoulders down to his ankles. His face was covered in a gas mask much resembling the one I own in real life. He wore a hole worn brown sweater and black baggy pants. His figure was firm, with a little hard fat around the shoulders and gut.
At this point, things get kind of weird and extremely unsavory so I am going to leave them out.
When he is finished with the things I left out, he takes his precious time moving over to the counter space. He picks through his instruments until he chooses a long curved knife that looks like its used for skinning. Slowly he starts to peel my skin off until there’s nothing from the exposed areas. The pain is excruciating. He then walks over to the side with the sink with my skin and places it in the sink with warm water. He picks up a bottle of lemon dish detergent and turns around and stares at me.
The detergent is smeared all over my body where the muscle and fat is showing. I scream until I’m hoarse and my throat is dry. No more screams come from my throat from this moment on.
Gradually he cuts away pieces of me with no regard for anesthesia. The last thing I remember about the dream is going black listening to him hum this weird tune I remember hearing once before. Then I wake up in a cold sweat. I was only asleep for 10 minutes.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. D:
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