You hear quiet, wet sounds
Darkness envelops you. You feel cold, but strangely good. The tingling in your extremities is worrying, yet pleasurable... You are in a daze, reminds you of being drugged. Just as you start to get used to the thought that you have no idea what awaits you...
You hear quiet, wet sounds.
Like something slithering. It's nearby. It's behind you. You estimate - about 5 meters behind you. It has awoken and has now set it's sight, glistening with madness, on your young, yet tired, soul. As soon as It opens it's eyes, you feel it's slimy, slippery, glittering gaze all over your skin. Somehow, you are aware of the fact that It has more than 20 eyes. Are your thoughts even your own? You drift out of counsciousness...
The smell of wet soil wakes you. Darkness still surrounds you, however it's not pitch black this time. As you lay there on your back, you squint your eyes. You can barely make out clouds above you. They are covering the entire sky and moving slowly. You sit up. Your head is spinning. How long were you laying in this indigo-colored, ghostly mud?
You reach into your leather coat's pocket.
As you light your cigarette, you look ahead. Heavy fog. Is It still there...?
Do you dare to make a sound?