A Blood Curdling Sensation

In the grey sky of early dawn stars still glowed, as happy memories light up a life that is nearing its close. I just returned home after a lovely, nice and fresh morning walk... The whole town was wrapped in deathly silence. Most of its inhabitants were still in the arms of sleep, which grew more and more profound on account of the intense winter cold, for the cold used sleep to extend its sway over all things even as a false friend lulls his chosen victim with caressing smiles...

Mummy called me: "Babuuu... come and have your hot chocolate shake".

I ran gushily and thrashed my head with the pillar at the junction of the kitchen and my bedroom. I wasn't swift enough to dodge an accident that got me admitted to the hospital...

"What are these celestials all about?", whispering!

As I advanced, I found myself standing in front of the door of a spooky castle; I could sense the darkness in broad-spectrum; abnormal mist with the sound of horses and carriages... when suddenly the door of the castle opened with a Scottish eldrich; standing vertical was an enormous filthy smelling troll with a scythe in his ghoulish hand accompanied by two goblins... (Elephantiasis must have caught these three... I thought to myself!)

Upon perceiving my sight, the troll with his ally transformed into a handsome Prince and cunning dwarfs... (Elephantiasis still had its hold on the dwarfs, maybe Helminthic diseases are unharmed by magic... I thought to myself! )

A series of emotions started hovering my subconscious mind... I was assuming whether is it the same feeling that people often talk about being on cloud nine, evidently, it didn't turn out the way I supposed, while it turned out to be the other way around!

He invited me along to explore the castle. I couldn't restrain as the goblin-dwarfs hypnotized me with their glittering eyes... As soon as I set foot into the palace a cold grin appeared on his face... Darkness coiled us, moulding us within an uncanny atmosphere. Horrifying blood-curdling laughter descended on the face of the masquerade eerie, I wanted to scream but all efforts in vain; no soul to aid...

I ran with all my might... Slowly, Slowly I could see the mist disappearing but with the sinking of more and more footsteps... After running for a few hours, I ceased, looked around and found myself standing in the middle of a yawning graveyard; dark spirits crawling out their graves, ghosts shrieking and squealing, werewolves howling like the wailing of lost souls, horses neighing, whispering cries pulling across arms around me, my knees gave way and I fell groveling and screaming for death ...!

I tried for screaming one last time as I brought my blood down and with all I had in my cords, and cried out loud... I woke up and found myself stretched on the hospital bed... Sweating profusely!