{"sf1_id":202242,"sf2_id":"214LwoM1","title":"Nightmare","author":"Sendokidu","words":297,"posted_at":"2010-12-13T16:26:00.000Z","tags":["Bells","Daemons","Demon","Fire","Grim Reaper","nightmare"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/202242-nightmare","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214LwoM1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/22/2f/222f6ba0-34a9-41b2-b684-b108720b93a4","description":"","content":"A land of woe and terror surrounds me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A black canvas, lit by the dismal glow of falling fire, blotted the sky.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As I walk on the withered earth, an omnious, dark wind brushed my right hand, leaving a mark of death.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A bell sounds to the west.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I turn in the direction of the toll, hoping for a warmth of another being to embrace me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Hopelessness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Fear.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Misery.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;These are what bound me as I looked at what came towards me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Daemons, ugly and wretched, marched toward me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I thought to run, yet the three chains remained strong in their grip.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As they came to me, the hellish fires left in their wake raced to me, engulfing me in an inferno of scorching pain.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Blinded was I, the blaze seething into my eyes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As I struggled to rid myself of this fiendish flame, I was instantly thrust to the ground.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I could hear the daemons' laughs, reveling in the capture of their prey.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As I tried to stand, I screamed in agony.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Through the flames, I could see the hilt of a dagger impaled into my right hand.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A river of blood flowed out of me as my legs and left hand suffered the same fate.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The lick of the flames subsided.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I glanced to the sky, only to find a cloaked figure hovering above me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Its hands, caked with blood, wielded an elegantly carved scythe over its hood, right between the twisted horns of the fiend.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The clacking of mutliple skulls dangling from the top of the sickle could be heard over the laughter of the daemons.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I knew what was soon to come.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;As I saw the scythe falling to my chest, I closed my eyes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Nothing.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I open my eyes to find myself in my bed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I went to rub my eyes with my hands.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;My heart stopped.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Adorning my right hand was the curse the dark wind placed upon me.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}