[First POV]
Candles....
Candles in glass vases......
Several candles burn brightly , illuminating the area around with their warm light.
A few large bushes with bright green leaves and small white flowers blooming from them.
Small stalactites hanging down from above.
Am I in a cave?
Why can't I move? My body is all numb...
I cannot see anything clearly. A clouded vision. Fog is everywhere...
It looks like an open space filled with mossy rocks and dirt, leading further into darkness beyond....
The air inside the cave is still and silent except for occasional pops as one of the candles burns out or flickers in response to some unseen draft coming through its entrance.
Some Low voices, sounds, faint enough that it doesn't disturb this momentary peace within these ancient walls.
I'm wet. No wonder it's so cold. I must be lying on a stream that flows from the cave.
Talking about peace.... Where does this blood come from?
Waitt !!!
It's not flowing towards me... it's flowing out from me. I don't feel anything though.
Am I drunk? Or was I drugged?
What the freaking heck is happening to me??? Am i dead???
The whole environment is gloomy.
Why do I have the feeling like I'm a victim of witchcraft?
What– Is– Happening–
...
It's the dream again. I rose up from my bed as this nightmare of me lying half consciously inside this eerie cave. Something isn't right. Why do I have the same dream again and again?
Ever Since i woke up from a coma... I keep having this weird dream which makes me so uncomfortable.
Until I find what really happened to me... I guess I cannot have a comfortable sleep at all.
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Dance Of The Dead
FantasyFlorie is a 21 years old girl who is a forest explorer and a nature lover. She has explored many mystery and eerie forests and she believes in mythology. One day she got into an accident while exploring an ancient and known to be a sacred forest nam...