Whisper… whisper… whisper…
Overlapping voices that echoed thawed and thrashed Amens, waking him up. The sight that appeared before him wasn't something that could considered to be real. A dark cave made of ragged and sharp edges of rocks, at the end, something that couldn't be comprehensible. It was an impossible thing for any human to imagine or grasp.
As Amens turned his head to look at it, a sharp pain entered his chest. He looked down. Whilst holding his hands to his chest, his breathing became more ragged. The feeling of liquid poured down his hand. Just like that, all went to black.
The voices surrounded him then suddenly stopped. The sounds of laughter, cheers and celebration filled the enlightened room. The silk red carpets, the marble walls and pillars, the windows that showed an everlasting chaos that seemed to separate the rich and poor. There was no doubt about it. It was clear he was in a nobles house.
When he blinked, he found himself on a table. Sweat pouring down his face. He held his hand to his chest and turned to look at it. Nothing was there. Almost as if nothing happened.
A table that seemed to stretch on forever, seemingly never ending. It was filled to the brim with golden plates but a lid covered what was being shown. When Amens looked at the nobles, his eyes shrinked. They all wore masks depicting his own face, behind the masks were a black void, empty and non existent.
A faceless waiter came the the table and revealed the platter. It was messy and disgusting looking. It ranked of rotten corpses and flooded the room with a sense of dread. Unwillingly, Amens had a sudden urge to jolt at the people on the seats, ripping their faces off with his bare nails. Instead of flesh, only ash came out, more and more until it filled his lungs and buried him. His eyes, nose, mouth, all drowning with joy. He still continued ripping its face of, even if he couldn't see it. The only reason he stopped was because he was out of breath. He drowned.
In cold tears, he stood up from his lying position. Wait stood up? He blinked his eyes twice, making sure to check if that was what he really was seeing. Shelves, packed with heads, faces covered in blood making them indescribable. He was back in the stronghold. There was no vent, no exit, no escape. However there was something out of place. A half-open door that led to somewhere, too dark to see.
As he approached the door, Amens heard that familiar clicking noise behind him.
He turned around. His skin's tears pouring like ice on a stove. It was almost as if he was paralysed until he saw it. From the opposite end of the room, away from the door that was right in from of Amens, a coins spun towards him. It moved in a curling manner, almost as if it was beckoning Amens towards the clicking sound and away from the door.
On edge, Amens slowly crept to the coin and crouched to pick it up. Suddenly, another coin emerged, then another, and then another. They spewed out over and over again, forcing him to run to the door.
In full sprint, Amens dashed to the door and closed it behind him. The handle, suddenly disappeared as well as the door, trapping him inside the dark place. It was almost as if it never existed. Ahead of him, he saw a person that was ahead of him. All of a sudden, his whole world shook. It felt like someone had cut his head from the inside, splitting him apart. Impulsively and without control, he took somthing sharp from the side of him and rammed it into the person.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering the things around him. When he returned to his senses, he felt something rough and sharp, pricking his bare feet. Thats when his let go of the weapon. The body fell into his arms, still with the sharp object in it, stabbing Amens' arm but he didn't care.
When Amens' looked at the corpses face that when he got the chilling realisation. Although it was dark, he could still make out rough details. It was his own face, more twisted and empty than ever. Impulsively, he threw the body in front of him and clawed his way backwards. Although he saw this, he felt that something else wasn't right.
Thats when he remembered, the thing at the end of the tunnel. Amens turned his head to look but before it could get into his field of vision, all went black.
A soft, warm, fluffy thing seemed to cuddle his back, a strange, comfortable hump supported his neck. Thats when he realised he was awake.
What a strange dream! He thought.
Usually he didn't dream but today he did.
Maybe it's because of the sound I heard in the stronghold. Paranoid old me. I guess people never change. Amens threw himself fake nervous laughter, hoping to lie to himself to make himself feel better.
A seemingly non existent grew in his chest. It gradually increased to a prick them descended into nothing. His throat felt dry. Amens stood up and toppled over to the bucket like a drunk person. He knelt down and held water in his hands, his reflection being too dark to see. He drank the water off his palms and threw a bit on his face.
The cold rush splashed off his face, waking him a up a bit more. Amens looked back at the mattress. The part which he slept on being completely drenched with sweat. He put his hand to his back. Completely oily.
Eugh….
When Amens' got up to get his coat and leave his home for the day, a sudden noise startled him. A loud noise in a repetitive motion that echoed through his ears and into his head.
Knock… knock… knock…