Nightmare
Here I am stumbling through the hell you cast me into, can’t tell if this is a dream or reality. Finding myself at the edge of a precipice I try to turn back to safety only to be stopped dead in my tracks by the sight of an exceedingly beautiful ghostly young woman standing in my path as if simply waiting for me to notice her. she beckons for me to follow her and I do hoping that perhaps she knows the way out of here. she leads me through towns and villages, through forests and jungles. All eerily devoid of life, even in the towns there’s not a soul to be found. The shops empty of shoppers, inns without renters. no signs of life at all were to be seen or heard. I grow increasingly uneasy as each town and forest we pass through is the same. My questions continue to be unanswered adding to the continued eeriness of all this. she seems either unable or unwilling to speak at all. She continues on until we reach the crest of a hill. She stops and motions for me to do the same finally she breaks the silence by turning to me and saying “we are not far from our destination, do not falter now for we have little time left” then she sets off along the trail again. my questions on what our destination is and what she meant by saying we have little time left yield the same almost stubborn silence on her part. We continue down the hill and enter a deserted cemetery. I catch sight of one of the tombstones and nearly jump out of my skin for engraved on it is my name and this very day for the date of death. seeing that she has lost me my ghostly guide rushes back to where I am standing and motions impatiently for me to follow her, repeating again that we have little time to spare. Finally we reach the end of the cemetery but rather then exiting it by the gate she leads me to a tall imposing building that looks like a mausoleum with its immensely tall pillars and massive stone doors. only difference was the sign on the door which simply said museum. what kind of museum could it be that was hidden away in a deserted cemetery? I had no chance as my guide stepped up to a small side door which seemed to fly open even before she laid her hand on it to knock. it closed immediately once she had entered but repeated the same routine when I stepped up to it .she had waited for me to join her and once I had immediately set off deeper into the museum leading me through grand halls full of a multitude of exhibits. She kept up a hurried pace not allowing me to examine them in detail but what few I could seemed to tell the story of a young man falling in love with a girl. finally we reached what seemed to be the curators ,again she spoke little saying only “enter”. I walked through the doorway and turned to see if my guide was following. Expecting to see the same beautiful ghostly young woman, instead I saw a daemon standing in her place wearing the visage and countenance of my worst enemy. It lunged at me trying to capture its prey, but I dodged its grasping claws causing it to go sprawling across the curators desk. It lay there for a second seemingly stunned that I had evaded its grasp so nimbly. I took the opportunity to me and fled back into the museum hoping to escape it. Only once did I look back to see if it was following me and saw the young woman again instead. my only thought as I continued to flee was that it must be able to change states at will when I finally got to the exit the side door had vanished leaving only the two massive doors that looked like they hadn’t been opened in centuries. all of the sudden I was whipped around by my right shoulder to face the young woman again who had caught up to me finally. Sparing no words she plunged her hand into my chest, grabbed my heart and threw it on the ground still beating. Only then did I realize what had been so hauntingly familiar about the exhibits and the story they told. this was my story, this museum my collection of memories of the girl I thought I had been in love with.
