assilem

Laying on my bed, shivering despite my ambition to remain motion less, I listen to the wind. Ican almosthear it whispering my name, "Assilemmm, Assilemmm!".Its echo is terrifying; I have the feeling someone is looking for me. Someone I cannot reach, who is beyond this world. I toss myself around in my damp sheets, only to end up elbow-first in a small pile of vomit. My body feels paralyzed, as though I am being put through a deliberately slow death. And I will not stand for it.

I try getting up but every single one of my limbs weighs more than I would have ever expected. Despite that, I manage to get out of bed and into my bathroom. There is a distinct odor in my house, more like a stench, but I can't quite distinguish what it is. I look at my left forearm and see multiple cigarette burns on it. I try my best to rush to my sink in an array of jagged movements and let cool water run down my head to my chest. My memory is void, as far back as I try probing I still find no explanation for the
state I am in now. I gradually make my way down the long stairway, tumbling down the three last steps. I remain on the
floor for a few painful minutes, and finally stand up, my legs distanced from each other so I could balance myself.

A frog sitting peacefully on the kitchen table greets me with a
nice hello.. A frog? Nevertheless, I touch it shot pink, slimy skin, while it begs me not to. Knowing that it's telling me to stop, I know it's hiding something. I lift it up and find a key, hidden underneath it. It is a large, square-ish key with sharp edges. Although it does not look familiar, I feel deep down that I know where it goes.

My legs suddenly take action, without my brain knowing exactly where I'm going. I indirectly lead myself to the fridge, where the key is the perfect size for the lock that restrains its door. Odd, I had never noticed a keyhole on the fridge before� I inserted the
object and presto! the door gently unfastened itself from its bolts. In one vigorous shot, I throw it to the ground.

I am now standing in front of an empty fridge, without food or shelves. I notice a doorknob on its inner wall. I then decide to climb into the frosty unit, abnormally regaining most of my strength, and open the furtive entrance. I walk through, silently, as if I know what I'm doing, and end up in a gigantic room, filled only with stairs. From top to bottom, to my left like to my right, I am surround by stairs. My naked feet rub against the carpet while I think of where to go. Hmm� Before I could come up with a concrete answer, a bat flew right in front of my face, close enough for its wing to strike against my cheek. I ignore it and proceed straight ahead, going down a swirly staircase, not knowing where exactly I am headed.

I must have been on foot for 26 minutes and 13 seconds before I reached the last, crucial step. I looked in front of me and straight ahead was a black cloud, located in the middle of the bluest sky I had ever laid eyes upon. I approached it until I could walk through it, and I did. Before I knew it I was falling, seemingly for an eternity, and finally fell onto a thick, wet substance, big
enough to cover my face. I had somehow fallen back onto my bed, exactly where I started out. I fearfully woke up, realizing that it must have been a dream. I opened my eyes, and it was all like I had previously experienced; the wind, the vomit, the cigarettes, the fear. Except this time my hands and legs were carefully tied to each bed post, and I was laying next to an empty bottle of pills, an empty bottle of vodka, and my father�

Assilem, Horrors

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