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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:19 pm
 ~.:Name of Nightmare:.~
Vrea'ix
~.:Fear:.~
Fear of the Unknown
~.:Home:.~
Atrum
~.:NM's Personality:.~
One of the oddest Nightmares yet. It's shape is undefined, tending to switch and swap randomly to better fit the situation in which he is find. In fact, not even his gender is certain, however the Nightmare shows to take a liking for more masculin figures. His voice is equally unstable. In times squeaky like that of a small child, or perhaps deep and grave. He can imitate the voices of beasts, imitate the shape of unexisting creatures, and nearly nothing about him is familiar. The only characteristic which carries through with this gruesome and cruel creature is the fact that, behind whatever voice he has adopted, is also a very distinct sound of what seems to be scraping nails against a board, high pitched and awful to hear. Apart from the obsession the Vrea'ix has to remain completely incognito or at least to change his shape every once in a while to be irrecognizeable, he is also addicted to causing pain upon anything and anyone. Often tresspassing the rules of harming only his victim, Vrea'ix seems to have the need to harm other nightmares and humes. He feels protected with his ever changing form, and thus is sure that, even though he is despised in further future, he will be, forever, unknown.
~.:Name of Human:.~
Anna
~.:Human's History:.~
Not very apt into responsability, Anna was kicked out of her house by her mother whom had had enough of her low grades. With the little money she had, Anna bought a small apartment and gained a job as a waitress. Though she works mostly at the small restaurant she was employed in, she does multiple other tasks to gain her life. However, as of lately, she has been having disturbing dreams in regards to her greatest fear, and each time they grow worst...
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:29 pm
Pitter patter... Blood that spatters... Pitter patter... Down hell's ladder...
Lately, that's all I'm hearing. This awfully weak voice, perhaps that of a child, singing innocently within places so dark that I can't seem to really know what's around me. I don't know why the dream haunts me, but it does so insistantly and in increasing rate. And I can't lie... I'm scared.
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"Welcome back..." The morbid voice whispered, a sickening stench filled the air. Perhaps it was that of blood, a stench potent enough to cause nausea and even to cause any man to faint.
I breathe heavily, why do I need to relive this? The voice and the smell fill my thoughts, my head feels heavy as I quiver. Swaying back and forth, my knees give in. It doesn't take much for me to fall to the ground, beneath me a very cold and sticky substance surrounds me. Panic only hightens. The darkness makes all else unknown. Where I am, what has happened, what is before me... I don't have the slightest clue. And I'm terrified. If only my mind didn't work for the worst.
I whimper, clawing about as I attempt to bring myself up. Something presses me down, not painfully, but presses upon me. I flail and shout, feeling now drowned in a cold and suffocating fear. And, worst off, there's something there. I know it's there. But what is it? What does it want? Why me?
Panicking in my thoughts, I begin to cry. No light, no sound, no warmth, only the growing feeling of despair and helplessness resides amongst this place. Where am I? How did I get here? How can I get OUT of here?!
"Soon..." It whispers again, now the voice is pressed against my ears, hissing and causing me to wince in surprise and fear. I'm paranoid with all this, mad and dying. Not like the voice cares. "Soon enough.... You won't have even the hope of leaving this place."
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She kicked about in bed, finally falling off from her mattress and crashing into the floor face first. Though pain shoots up her body with her clumsy fall, the first reaction Anna has is to search frantically for the switch to her lamp. She pats about, finally finding it and flicking it on. There's nothing there. Her skin is pale as a sheet, her eyes are wide and frightened in expression. She breathes heavily, her body covered in cold sweat. Anna can't even remember the day in which these nightmares started. She climbed back into her bed, unable to sleep of course. She was frightened, frightened that the voice would haunt her yet again. The worst thing... she'd have to go to work early that morning, and she couldn't give hint of her current disturbs in sleep, unless she wished to loose her job.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 12:22 pm
I can't sleep anymore. Not because of my nightmares. Not that. It's been haunting me out while I'm asleep now. I'm so scared, I can't shut my eyes without thinking it'll come off to kill me. I've often slept on duty, I might end up losing my job for good. I don't care much about it now. I just can't help but wonder...
Why is it that me, a girl who's been kicked out of her house by her own mother and has settled herself in a small appartment sustaining herself with a job as a waitress, have to go through more of thus irrational and odd suffering? Why is it the damned nightmare doesn't leave me alone? Why does it have to haunt me out of all people?
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Anna ran across the deserted land, panting as her eyes strained yet saw nothing beyond the very palm of her hand. She panted, tripping over this and that afore she scrambled back to her feet and continued to flee. It was right on her heals. She knew too well that the creature was right behind her, chasing her off endlessly.
Something grasped her ankle, sending her face first into the ground. Where had she seen this afore? Cold hands placed around her neck, if they even were hands that is. She cried and restled, shaking and yelling for help, for anyone, for someone.
"Who'd come anyways? A friend? Doubtful... Someone interested in the shouts of a girl in distress and pain? Only if their interest was... different." A cold and harsh voice sounded in her ears. The being, whatever it was, pressed what might've been its knees against Anna's back, squeezing her against the ground.
Breath was stolen from her, as were tears which fled her painfully, burning her cold skin and hurting her eyes as they spilled endlessly. No where, no one, nothing, there was absolutely not a single element which she could recognize. To her, it was all...
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Anna shot up from her bed, breathing heavily and shaking. She was home, she probably had fallen asleeep against her will. She swallowed dryly, coming off her bed and into the shower, hoping she'd wash most of her paleness and her cold sweat with it. Work. Work. She had to go to work. Maybe there it'd be... Maybe there the nightmares would leave her alone... for just a little while.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 3:14 pm
I've been fired. Something about me acting like some maniac and looking like a zombie because of the huge bags beneath my eyes.
I wonder why? Oh wait! I know. It's that damn thing living in my head. The one that's been keeping me up and haunting me even out of my sleep! I can't take it anymore! I just can't help myself! I'm probably insane, if not I definately will be by the end of this whole ordeal. My eletrical bill is pricier then that of a cassino owner. I just can't seem to stay in the dark. I can't. I just can't take the risk of being cornered in a place where I can't see.
The Shapeless voices, The Shapeless voices.
They'll haunt your dream with endless noises.
The Shapeless voices, The Shapeless voices...
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She's been here too often not to know where she is. As usual, it's too dark to see a palm infront of you. It still has that unbarable stench, it still has the cold breezes, it still has the wet and muddy floors, and still it is unfamiliar to her.
She doesn't know where she is, but she knows there's nowhere to go. It even seems this place is endless. And, shivering and cringing as was her usual, she listened to the voice.
"Well, hello. Missed me?" It asked, something oddly cold and sharp pressed against her neck. She didn't need to see in order to know that her scarlet flood was slipping out. It didn't hurt, however. There was no pain. This was an unknown feeling and here nothing was as she thought it'd be. "I most definately was missing you... dear." The voice cackled into her ear, malicious and odd as usual. Amazing that it sounded like an innocent child. Perhaps, this was only the start of its true cruelty, perhaps this voice had yet to grow and truly frighten her.
Anna didn't whimper, she was too scared for that. Her silence was absolute, as was her panic.
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Anna bolted awake. She shook. Amazingly enough, she had slept while curled up in a corner, hugging her knees. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was unemployed, she had little money, she didn't have whom to help her, and she was terrified beyond belief. It was as if her fear was officially chained onto her back, forever to remain there and take its tole on her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:51 pm
I tried everything. Right now, I've gained a job as a writer of sorts. I write a story, they publish it in a local newspaper or magazine, they send me the profits of some copies. Lately, however, my stories have only been morbid. Not that it has caused much a trouble at all, in fact most readers liked the horror section better then the former sickly romantic one. I swear we've grown into a sadistic society.
I've been trying everything... ANYTHING to stay up. I detest coffee, believe me, but now I'd dependent on it due to my need to stay awake. And, even so, I sleep. When I do, I feel like hell broke loose...
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It feels like she's drowned, unable to rise, to call for help, to cry for someone or something. Her voice is so weak now nearly unexisting, her body fragile and sensitive to disease and any other harm. Fear and lack of sleep have combined to give her a morbid look, nearly as if she were already dead. Few are the friends, if any, that encourage and help dear Anna. They say she's gone mad, lost her mind. And, increasingly, the voices sound in her head, the one that changes every so often and is shrouded with a veil of darkness and indifference. "Just a little more darling. Just feed me some more." It cackled and sneared. Anna was now convinced that the beast wasn't leaving her, her fear multiplied in her helplessness, and she just doesn't know what's going on in her head anymore.
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