The Worst Nightmare - Original Writing

He just stared at me until it hit me like a truck. I felt it in my stomach muscles, just the way I did when I realized that one hour I had been in the presence Newt

just stared at me until it hit me like a truck. I felt it in my stomach muscles, just the way I

Scanning my mind and listening. The creature could be a vagabond, an upright being without wings? Two arms, two legs, incomparable to any other animal. Why was it not speaking English ? Was it trying to convey something? What kind of reaction was it looking for? What circumstances could this encounter lead up to? Was the encounter premeditated, meant to be chaotic? Incomprehensible? But in actually, it is a reality. Did the creature have wings? When the creature came closer it was becoming determined to have our attention, it's not disputed. Yet it draws suspicion, specifically the creature did not impart itself completely, but stays on the inner edge of darkness hiding his corporeal self, simoustanly encroaching himself on us. However,

I didn't stop screaming until whatever was climbing me hovered in front of my face. Again, a silvery-blue creature in the shape of a snake was poised in a striking position inches from my nose. Light began to pour through the shape like a disco ball. The snake thing drew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a strike in the face.

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

terror. The thing was almost upon me, and I had no way to escape. Still I pushed myself up and

When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

I could feel it in my fingertips, the ends of my hair, and everywhere in between. It stretched inside of me like a coiling snake, ready to lash out.

The fainted as usual, then I saw the creature walk near me. I felt a weird feeling, something I've never felt before. It was horrible, I couldn't breathe and I felt

The day was dreadfully dull, and on top of that, nothing interesting had happened in the first week on this desolate world. My colleagues along with myself were clearly becoming bored of our work. But that changed when I saw it, and I hollered to my colleagues. Rushing over to them, I babbled to them about my strange encounter. After my co-workers were able to calm me down, I frantically explained what had happened, while simultaneously searching the area that I had spotted the creature. Immediately after explaining, we searched

However, I abruptly paused, seeing the golden glint on the frame around the mirror. The creature I had seen, was me. I collapsed onto the ground, pain being remembered again, and my limbs giving out.

It was like a furry, agile Dracula, its breathing very loud and deep. I froze. My mind froze. My entire body refused to co-operate. In less than half a second, it pounced onto me.

My confidence was nothing more than fear and mere hope that I escaped my current predicament unharmed. In a span of what seemed like an instant, the beast had ripped open the building entrance from its latches and grabbed me. His strength and quickness left me paralyzed and unsure of what to do. I could feel my body being ripped apart, and the very life I was going to drain from his eyes was currently being drained from mine. His teeth were sharp and unforgiving on my body. I could feel every limb torn from my body and could not help but wonder is this is really how I am going to

I look to the right of my bed and it’s there; crouching beside me. Its face is pure white and doesn’t resemble skin at all, but a shining porcelain. The monster doesn’t have a mouth - there is just skin running down from the bottom of its nose to its chin. Shielding it’s beady eyes are a pair of raven-black goggles strapped to its bald head. It wears what resembles a completely circular helmet the colour of a neon orange and its hands are covered in tactical gloves, dark as a jet-black night. It wears an amber jumpsuit and stare into my soul. Its wretched face is about five centimetres away from mine and I can feel an ice cold breath creep onto my forehead.The creatures body is hunched over and strange

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature