Descriptive Essay On Nightmare

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

I wake up to a red blaring light haunting my face. As I start to regain my vision, I see a contraption of some-sort, wires, buttons and the salience of the contraption, the display. The display is made of red digital lights and a steel frame. A stale 60 is written on the display. I look around the room and it's an eerie white colour, it's empty and bleak. I assume it's a white void, It leads to nowhere as the door must be seamlessly integrated into the wall. Then on the corner of my eye, I see a body. I assume it's a female as it's long silky blonde hair fills a fourth of the room. She's wearing a puffy grey jumper and black jeans with strands of fabric hanging out. From my angle, she looks dead, but I want to inspect her body. I creep towards it, realising this floor doesn't creak like home. I proceed cautiously. As I

“I get this man out of my room Now!” I scream as I am panicking

“But that’s the thing!” she yelled, “you can’t do anything! You are always gone from here! It makes me wonder what you’re doing all the time…”

Placing my mask down beside my computer, I stand up. The mask stares back at me with such a dreadful stare as I turn around and leave the door. I walk downstairs to the kitchen where the pantry is located. The pantry is where I store my food. The entrance is blocked by a single red door with cracks near its rusty hinges. I have never fixed the door as doing so would require me to cut down some trees and make wood, which will require me to go outside into the vast plain where the hideous monsters lay waiting. As I try to open the door knob, the entire door falls off its rusty hinges and comes crashing down. At this point I rage in anger, blindness comes to my eyes as I scream as loud as I can for now I have to clean up the damn floor. I grab

I sniffle and look towards the door. The door knob is twisting back and forth, but it isn’t opening thanks to my lock and the heavy chair I had put against the door. Chills run down my spine. I feel the goosebumps starting to gather up all over my body, and it feels like someone is sucking out all the happiness existing in this world. One thing is taking over me - fear.

Before I know it, I run out towards the main corridor with my heart pounding. My thoughts and imagination runs wild, creating situations like what if those people are waiting for me to unlock the front door? I stop midway and contemplate calling 911. The mini lights inside the place flicker and I hear a static sound. Oh no, please don't leave me too! The

“Shit!” I think to myself, blood pumps it’s way through my head, pound on my eardrums. I feel light but my legs are jelly. I push past it, and back up, further pressing myself further into the door, it creaks and I flinch. I grip the flashlight with all my might, white floods my fingers as the color drains. We both go silent, the steps

She shoves herself off the bed with a gasp, crawling across the thick carpets, soft little whimpers spilling unheeded from her throat. As she moves, her arms begin to regain their strength, but her limbs feel heavy and her mind seems blurred and sleepy. Something inside her aches painfully, and warmth—Blood? Sweat? Urine?—trickles down her leg and pools on the ground.

Tia: It was mid-afternoon and I was watching a new horror film with my best friend Cynthia, I felt there was someone or something watching me, as so that I didn’t seem strange to Cynth’ I try to look out of the corner of my eye and to my horror there is a disgusting gaunt-like creature glaring at us through the window, my body freezes up and leaves me feeling paralysed as I examine its horrifying features; its skin almost translucent white and it seemed to almost hang from its body, when I started examining its face I could see that its cheeks were hollowed and that its eyes insinuate an empty, lifelessness about it. As I begin to regain control of my body, I slowly begin to turn to Cynthia when I hear a light tapping at the window, looking back at the creature I see that it is slowly turning its head from side to side indicating that it didn’t want me to alarm anyone of it. Out

I bang on the door and yell as if I was being kept hostage. I begin to pace back and forth until I hear a click. I run to the door and it opens, but something strange has happened. The lights are completely off, it is dark outside, and the Panther House aid is gone. I check the clock in the administrative office and it says 4:48 PM. A chill runs up my spine as the school quickly drops in temperature. I look down the corridor and see a bright ball of light. A deep hum fills the room and the ball of light at the end of the hallway is zooming right towards me. I try to run but I am struck by the mysterious object. In a great deal of pain, I fall back and close my

I have been walking for about 10 minutes now and my legs ache of fatigue. I realize I must not have eaten in days, I feel hungry and weak. As I walk I try to remember, “How did I get here? What was I doing? Who brought me here? Do I have family? Who am I?” I can’t remember anything from my life. I slowly approached a door at the end of the hallway, a faint light coming underneath the door from inside the room. As I approach the door I prepare to open it. As soon as my hand alights on the doorknob, I feel something wet and sticky touching my foot. I fearfully look down and see a pool of blood coming from the room. I feel faint. Trying not to pass out for fear of what will happen to me if I do, I decide I am not going through the

My entire body feels like someone had poured ice-water in my veins as I try to slowly reach for the doorknob hoping that she’ll get bored and go away eventually.She seems calmed for a moment then she turns away. I let out a breath, in that instant she whips her head around and stares me down. “Why do you look scared? Do you think I’ll hurt you?” she asks in a seemingly normal tone, but to the trained ear it could be noticed that the evil brewed right beneath every word she uttered. I try to stop the trembling in my legs as I refuse to meet her gaze. Fear grips me at the throat as I finally look up into the face of my tormentor, the face that is

I’m in a dark, damp room that looks nothing like my own. A tiny, dirty window lets in a ray of light. A machine attached to the wall flashes a little red light in time to the deafening beeps. I start to panic. Where am I? What happened? Was I kidnapped? I try to think of where I was last, but all I can remember is getting into my peaceful bed at-