My nightmare... (1)

It's cold, so very cold. It's as if Death's very fingers are clutching my skin. The goosebumps that form are ever so prominent. I see a tunnel before me, long and dark... very tormenting. But there's a wall behind me, I have nowhere else to go but forward. So I take it one step at a time. I hear the thuds of my foot falls along the hard floor. It's not gravel, it's not asphalt or any other floor like that. It's almost as if it's glass. I don't want to look down. If I do, I know every fear of mine is down there. Every one of them will be looking up at me with red, hateful eyes. If I stop moving, they'll capture me, and pull me down with them, drowning me in a sea of fear, hard terrifying fear! So I keep walking slowly. My breathing is laboured, it's ragged and short. I don't see anything at the end of this tunnel, but the wall has followed me. It's closed me in from behind. I have no choice. My forehead is dappled with beads of sweat, my tongue traces my lips every so often. My throat is dry, it's kind of scratchy as well. How much further? My eyebrows are screwed up, forming a frown, yet my eyes, my dark brown eyes are shrouded with fear and paranoia. The feeling of claustrophobia is coming on strong. I try to usher the feeling away, but I find it impossible. Seems like my mind has stopped working. I can't think straight. A bunch of words are darting about in my mental highway. This way and that, colliding and forming new words, sentences, and the like. Something's missing. I feel so empty. I hear my heart. It's thumping so loud! It's unbearable! The thumping! The rhythm! I stumble, and I grab out to catch myself. I hear laughter. Not good laughter. It's taunting laughter, the kind you hear when being made fun of. I fall further, and I keep falling. I cover my head and face with my arms and scream. Tears begin to stain my face. But they're not normal tears. They're dyed crimson. Don't look down. Oh God, please don't let me look down. I keep screaming, my throat stripped now like sand paper, the pain numbs me. I end up looking down, and I see these flames. Black and blue, and even silver flames. I try to scream again, but now my mouth is gagged. Where'd that come from? I fight against the gag, my breathing now so laboured, sweat is pouring off my face. I keep falling, then abruptly hit something. It was a hard something. I lay there, breathing, the heat of my respiration forms a shroud of watery mist on the surface I now lay upon. Glass, apparently. The flames are right below the glass, they're licking it. But they're cold. Below freezing. I shiver, the gag still there. As I pick myself up to a sitting position, I hug myself, trying to warm up. That's when I hear something. It's breathing. Sharp, hard, and ragged as well. It's got a foul stench to it. And it's right behind me. I turn to look, and there's this huge monster, with these sharp teeth that hang out of it's mouth at a crooked angle. Its nose is shaped like a dogs, but it's the colour of blood. Its forked tongue slithers out of that dreadful smelling mouth and brushes against my face, creating a tingling feeling. I almost gag, but I hold it back. If I vomit, it wouldn't be good. It's huge, at least thirteen feet tall at the shoulder. It stands upon four legs, each the thickness of tree trunks. The claws on each of the three toes are sharp, jagged, and are green. Its coat is a black colour, with silver spots all over. The tail is at least seven feet, thick and strong, covered with more hair and barbs, probably venomous. Its eyes are the worst... Pupiless, white... empty. I struggle against myself, backing up at a speed unknown, not wanting the beast near me, but it grabs a hold of my ankle with that tongue and pulls me back. It pins me down with those talons and growls. The growl jiggles in my ear drums, so loud and sharp it's terribly painful. I flex my jaw and neck muscles, straining them so hard as well, the pain explodes. I finally hear myself scream, the gag is gone. I keep screaming, the beast only getting annoyed. It rears up, towering over me, and it crashes down, breathing heavy. I scream more, then stop suddenly. I feel the claw of the creature digging into my stomach. Hard and without mercy. Oh God the pain! It pulls its claw out and it walks away. I feel my flesh begin to get covered with my blood. I refuse to look, I'll pass out if I do. Then I feel the blood seep into my mouth, and it drips out. I have no way to escape this nasty taste. I have no way to escape Death. So I lay there, until I feel myself go limp, and my last breath was wasted upon the taste, smell, and thought of blood.