[I'm on my bed, reading a book. I'm lying on my left side, face toward the door, supporting my head with my left arm and turning the pages with my right, I'm not tired at all. I close my eyes and on the same moment....]
...I head a strange sound in my ears, like a hum or chant of some sort. I try to open my eyes to see where it came from but I can't open them. My eyes won't open. Time to panic. I don't know what's going on anymore.
A great sense of a presence fills my little bedroom.
Fills is the exact word to use, I feel like it is all around me, like I'm breathing it, the great thick darkness in the room.
We live on the second floor and I panic once again when I suddenly feel something beneath the floor. I get the sense that there is no apartment of our neighbors below the floor, but something else. Something thick, suffocating, dark. Death. I hear a voice but it isn't really coming from anywhere and I can more or less hear it in my head rather than in my ears. The voice shows me a cross. A simple, brown wooden cross in the air, surrounded by utter blackness. I am as confused as I could be and terrified since I still don't know if I'm dreaming or not.
"You know what this is?", the voice asks without a word spoken aloud and I choose not to reply. Perhaps it will all go away if I just refuse to react.
"You know what this is?", the voices asks again. The voice is so dark, it feels like my ears would be burning with each word it says. I want it all to be over and I manage to reply, "yeah."
Then the cross falls, or turns, upside down.
"So.....", it says,"...you know what...this is?"
I don't think I've ever been so terrified in my life but I still can't open my mouth, or move, or make it go away. It asks me again when I don't reply and then again, and again.
"Go away.", I say but it doesn't go away. It is still asking. I tell it to go away again. "Go away. Go away. Go away."
It stops asking. I can feel the floor down below me and the thick darkness beneath it. Something moves beneath it, in the center of the room. I know I could open my eyes now but I don't want to, I'm afraid of seeing such total blackness, the darkest shade of black there can possibly be.
Something opens in the floor, like a swirl, a great, awful swir or a vortexl that tries to suck something away from me. I feel something being pulled out of my body, from the entire lenght of my body, exiting from my heart and I am horrified, knowing if I let it take whatever it is pulling away from me, I will never get it back again.
So I force my eyes open to face the beast and to fight it and as I do so...
[I see my room. Lit by the lamps, the book next to me, I still support my head with my hand. The air is light and free, the room as if nothing had happened. I sit up and cry, shocked and shaken.I feel a great sense of loss and emptiness in me, like a little part of the precious something it tried to take away, really went away.]
