send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares || accepting

Running.

Running down the hallways, hallways lined with the same tiled pattern,  c a r e l e s s l y  adorned with messy drawings by children, innocent children who could never have knows what ungodly horrors were buried beneath the cheerful masquerade.

Heart beating heavily in my chest, feet crashing against the grimy floor tile in a never-ending rhythmic motion that made me sick. Don’t look back, he’s behind you. If you turn around he’ll catch you.
Don’t look back,
                          keep moving forward,
                                                                  just keep 

                                                                                      R U N N I N G .

The hallways all look the same, each corner I turn leads me down the same set of walls, the same repetitive motions, make it  S T O P.

                               A dead end. Nononono it  c a n t  be !  Gotta keep running, run  a w a y  from-

Turn around, a tall shadow looming, his shadow looming over me. The silhouette of a man, no, a monster. His features are concealed, hidden by a shadow, but the smile, the sadistic,  t w i s t e d  smile, gleams in the dark.

                      He’s approaching, coming closer, closer and closer, no… s͓̤͚͔͈͉ͮ̾ ̝̰̙̓̇ͭ̇͘t̡̐ͦ ̦̋o̴̡̨̻ͭ ͚̯͍̗ͬ̉p !

Please, just stop.