Something Searching

Waking up in darkness, not able to move with evil and sentient nearby. I can see a coffee machine, a typewriter and a window - ground floor. I'm on an art gallery office sofa with an itchy blanket.

I've been here before - sleep paralyses. I've studied this as part of my investigations. I can't move and i'm not sure whether or not i'm awake, but a shadow of a long hand on a long arm on the wardrobe door brings terror. Look at the window.

There are two damp lumpy brown clay tubes draped over the window ledge into the room, groping slowly around the floor of the office looking for something warm.

Try to wake up, wake up to escape. Eyelids forced open revealing exactly the same scene on the retina below. Try the next set, hard work at first. Panic: alien feelers are getting closer, eyelids peeled back like onion skins one after another with exponential speed.

---

Insect Dream
Thisway Comes
Wormdream

decay:activate