A bloodcurdling shout shattered the thick silence. It echoed within the deserted hall, causing goosebumps to read more rise on my back. The heart hammered inside my chest as I attempted to determine the location of the terrifying sound.
Was it human? Or was my imagination playing wild in the dim stillness? I remained frozen in fear, incapable to respond. Without warning, a figure emerged from the shadows.
Chained in Dreams, Risen by Dread
Darkness clung to her like a shroud, thick and suffocating. Her breath/airflow/gasp hitched in her throat, a silent scream trapped within the confines of her own lungs/chest/body. Something was wrong/different/alarming, she could feel it, a presence/feeling/sensation of unseen menace pressing down on her. She tried to move, to speak/call out/scream, but her limbs felt like lead, frozen in place by an invisible hand/force/grip. Her mind raced, desperate for reason/understanding/clarity amidst the growing terror. Then, a sudden wrench/jerk/pull on something around her neck, cutting off her air/breath/oxygen. She was fighting/struggling/battling, but against what? Against whom? The world dissolved into a blurry chaos of pain and fear before she finally awoke, gasping/coughing/shuddering, the lingering taste of terror heavy on her tongue.
A Whisper of Suffocation, A Cry From The Void
It starts as a gentle squeeze on your chest. You try to gasp, but each draw of air is met with a resistance. The world around you dissolves into a foggy emptiness, and your eyesight loses focus.
You cry out for assistance, but your sounds are lost within the crushing darkness.
Your pulse quickens in a desperate attempt to supply life to your body. But the grip only tightens, dragging you deeper into the darkness.
You are abandoned, suffocating in a ocean of your own fear.
The only sound is the drone of your failing wheezing. The world around you disappears, leaving you in the cold, hollow embrace of death.
Trapped in Nightmare, Saved by a Cry
The darkness was absolute. I was thoroughly lost, smothered in the terrifying visions of my mind. There was no escape, no hint of light. My being yearned for release. But then, a cry pierced through the chilling silence. It was soft, yet it pierced through the horror's grip like a piercing weapon.
- Suddenly, my vision blurred.
- Like| pulled from the depths of the abyss, I became aware of
The night my own breath became my enemy
It started innocently enough. A simple walk in the crisp evening air. The moon was full, casting long streaks across the path. But as the hours passed, a strange uneasiness crept over me. My breath became heavy. Each puff felt like drowning.
- Fear started to creep inside me. Was I getting ill?
- Bushes swayed in the distance, rustling like voices in the wind.
- I tried to regulate my inhalations, but it was no use. The air itself felt hostile.
Its presence was becoming my enemy.
Darkness' Hold, Torn by a Cry
The night was heavy, a suffocating blanket of silence. He lay lifeless, his chest silent beneath the thin cover. Sleep had claimed him, its fingers tightening around his mind. But then, a piercing sound cleaved the stillness. A shout, raw and urgent, tore through the night, jolting him from his slumber.