I can’t tell the difference anymore

Dreams and reality tore

I can’t tell the different between fake and real

Not in the ghastly night or when the sky is teal

I struggle to connect all the dots

To finish the puzzle without missing spots

But I have lost the last few blocks

The empty parts of the picture mocks

I see monsters

In figures on posters

I quit my job

Because of the haunted mobs

I don’t ...

He’s infront of me.

There’s a knife in his hand. It glints like it’s real.

Not real not real not real

There’s a sliver of blood on his neck from the blade. Then deeper. Deeper, deeper, deeper.

Blood everywhere. Blood on the floor. Blood in his hair. Blood on his hands. Blood on his clothes.

Blood in my hair. Blood on my hands. Blood on my clothes.

Bloodbloodblood, so much b l o o d.

...

(**Author’s Note:** _Alright! I found a prompt that goes with it! So for ya’ll who wanted to see my cringe first attempt at a novel, here it is! Btw, this is straight from the unedited draft, so it’s the same as when I wrote it a year ago _💀_)_

**Is it a Dream?**

_Squeal! Squeal!_

Ballari breathed in ragged breaths as she hid behind the crowds of farrows, each tinier than the rest. She hugged...

It all started in the corner of my bedroom. The corner I would always find myself gazing at as I drifted off to sleep. It was gradual. One morning, after a particularly gruesome graveyard shift, I tumbled into bed excited for the oblivion of sleep to take me when I noticed a spot of a depthless black staining the apex of where wall met ceiling. As I stared at this speck of darkness, my very being ...

Zimon gasped as he sat bolt upright, clawing, scratching at his skin. His breath came in gasps and he sobbed, trying to gain some kind of control. Black spots danced in his vision and his stomach heaved. He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking, trembling feeling as if he was falling apart. His skin felt as if he was on fire, he was burning, each breath singeing his lungs. Zimon groped for the ...

I wake up, sweat clinging to my forehead as I gasp for air. It’s the fifth time I’ve had this dream. The dream that’s begging me to tell Maisie what I’ve done.

“It’s almost been a year,” I sigh. Wiping my wet forehead with the back of my hand. “A year since I met you.” I shut my eyes as if Maisie were sitting in front of me.

It’s been a year and I’ve been lying to Maisie. How can I do this? Sh...

I met Will on a dating app. Never in a million years would I anticipate the emotional awakening I would have the moment I laid eyes on him. Certainly I had been in love before, but I had never quite felt a love like this.

We met on a surprisingly cool South Florida night. We rarely get those here. I couldn’t tell you where we were exactly. It was a random parking lot somewhere near the water. I ...

They don’t ever go away.

The demons.

The monsters.

Whether I close my eyes or open them.

No matter how far I hide under the covers.

They.

Won’t.

Leave.

They just sit there…

Laughing, screaming.

Their twisted smiles of jagged teeth.

Their long, thin fingers with sharp daggers on the tips of them.

Their large eyes poking out and staring at me.

The blood dripping down from their teeth.

My terror...

Whoever told you that monsters were just under your bed, lied to you.

Whoever told you that people can’t change, lied to you.

Whoever told you that magic wasn’t real, lied to you.

And whoever told you that the voices in your head were fake… lied to you.

No, I’m not sick.

I’m not dying.

Hell yes, I’m probably driving myself crazy. But that’s part of the fun right?

Laying here in this hole…

R...

I toss and I turn again and again, night after night. Always so afraid to close my eyes out of the fear of what I might see.

The man in the mask who scratches all of the windows with his hook for Hand walking round and round my house only pausing to peer through my bedroom window selectively casting his gaze on to me. And then I wake up with a scream.

The woman in red who I find in my bed and ...