It was raining. Usually, that means someone is having an emotional breakdown or dying. Joy, my dream was starting out oh-so-well.
A dark castle stood in front of me. An insignia of a skull decorated the door.
Death, death, death...
Don't open it, I thought. What could be more suspicious than an evil looking door? But my body didn't listen. It wanted me to see what was past the wood and stone.
I grabbed the silver knob, and the door creaked open.
Death, death, death...
The first thing I heard was sobbing. Terrible, pitiful sobbing. It reminded me of cries from a kitten when it loses its mother, only not so high pitched.
The sound pulled me closer, and I rounded to a hallway.
Death, death, death...
The hallway was lit with torches made of bones, and the fire was bright green like nuclear waste. The tile was obsidian black, and the walls shone with a dark, rainbow shimmer. Stained glass showed images of skeletons, and a cloaked figure carrying a scythe.
Death, death, death...
All of a sudden, the ground begin to tremble. The tile began to splinter apart, and glass was cracking. A painful howl shook the air.
The images shattered. Two figures floated eerily before me.
Please...
The first one glowed faintly. As she tried grabbed my hands, the second figure shook its head.
No. You are not allowed to touch the living while they visit here. The second figure then took the first by the hand, and began to lead her away. She didn't struggle. She just looked at me sadly.
Please, she begged. Save him.
As the two of them began to fade, I had the strangest feeling I was going to see the two of them again.
Death, death, death...
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Cool. :)
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'Cool. :)' isn't boring. =3
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