Hi guys!

This one was inspired by one of the wierdest dreams I've had. I was a very long time ago when I dreamt of it.

I decided to post it here so I wont lost the plot. I've already written them down on paper, but they're nostly drafts so I still have to crate the body.

My point? The plot is all mine, similarities to any other stories and/or events will be purely conincidental.

Plagiarism is a crime.

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A dream it must be, an odd dream indeed it was.

I was having my tea time in the middle of the warm afternoon, but I do not drink tea, I hate the taste of it. I lost grip on my tea cup, then it fell to the ground, its shatters and started a ripple. A ripple changed my surrounding, from a warm view of our backyard, to an underground cellar made of bricks. The room looked aged, from the cracks on the bricked walls, to the corners dusted with webs.

Then I heard a hiss, somewhere behind a shelf, a shelf that seemed to have appeared through thin air. I was not miffed, I was not shocked. Things felt natural, everything in place, though I know they’re not. I turned to the corner, where the shelf was placed, then I heard laughter, so soft like chimes, then some indistinct murmurs.

I reached behind the shelf and found an opening. The opening leads somewhere deeper in the ground, it has stairs yes it does, but the darkness went up right after the second step. As if entranced I took a step forward, and down the stairs to oblivion. I can hear my heart pound, my blood rushing in my ears, my head light as if being lifted.

All of a sudden I am down, my feet stable on the ground. It was another cellar, but this time there were no lights peeking through the cracks. I looked behind me and found the stairs are gone. My skin has become too cold to touch, pebbled by goosebumps. I was sweating too much like an ice slowly melting.

Then it came again, the chimes of voices. I took a turn in a corner unaware that I took a step. There I found a circle, something akin to magic circles I can only see illustrated in the books I’ve read. Only this circle doesn’t seem to be something demonic, for me that is, but it does look ancient. No symbols or Latin scriptures surrounding the circle. Just an odd star made from two triangles inverted against each other.

The voices came from the circle, which I am firm about. A light glow emitted from the lines, then it was blinding I had to close my eyes.

“Young one” a hiss was heard and I snapped my eyes open. Air was knocked out of me, my limbs that seemed to have lost its strength. I am now face to face with a serpent, bigger than me. My heart, I can hear my heart, it was pounding as if wanting to get out of my chest. I opened my mouth only to found no words coming out of me.

Then I saw them, two other serpents hissing and slithering around me. I am now inside the circle, with the serpent crawling around me, all over me. It was white in color, with scriptures on its skin like a tattoo in gold.

The other two joined in, one in brown, with the same gold writings on its skin, the other in coal black, its white scriptures a glowing contrast on its skin. The albino one opened its mouth, it speaks!

“Child” It continues, but I can no longer process anything

“Ah” I tried to speak but it was only air I was able to breathe.

Three pairs of eyes squinted at me, eyes in gold, silver, and black. Their eyes are smiling, their tongues whispering out of their big mouths. Then I saw it, the same way I felt it, the moment I opened my eyes face to face with these monstrosities.

The one around me opened its mouth, its jaw extending so wide it will swallow me whole. Then It was darkness.

 

 

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Disclaimer:

 

I don't own anything in this story,

except for the plot.

 

Everything is just a product of the

Author's crazy delusional mind.

Any events, or such, and whatnots, 

that will occur similar to other's story/ies,

and/or events are purely coincidental.

 

Characters used in the story does not reflect

those of the real persons;

their names are used for entertainment purposes, and the exercise of excellence. 

 

 

 

 

!ng Tempest!!!