บท 2: So Hungry...
A/N: As I simply reposted the introductory chapter with a few differences, I am posting this one on the same day. But make no mistake, I'm a lazy moth*rfuck*r, so updates will be pretty random.
My old readers know this very well, sadly.
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After sleeping for some indeterminate amount of time, I woke up. But... There was something very strange.
Damn, it's cold in here...Did I forget to close the window? No, I always leave it closed. So why do I feel so cold? My body won't stop shaking...
Why are my eyes so heavy? It's like they're glued together with hot glue! And my body, why doesn't it move?!
With no control over my body, I slowly started to panic. But then I realize. Isn't this what they call sleep paralysis?
Realizing that what was happening to me was sleep paralysis, my panic fades and I feel relief in my chest. I've never been through this before and never thought it would be this scary. When I get out of this, I'm going to tell everyone about this bizarre experience!
I giggled inside, imagining my classmates' reactions when I told them. But then, I start to feel something else... intense... much more intense than the force that held me still.
Hunger...
I started to feel very hungry...
Which is strange, since I had a very good dinner yesterday. Sleep paralysis can also reproduce senses like hunger? This is new. If so, that's really sinister.
I continued to mentally wander, trying to ignore the hunger I felt, but each time, the hunger increased, and each time, I found myself less able to resist this primal feeling.
As the hunger grew on an astronomical scale, it began to dominate my mind, my thoughts becoming more and more animalistic and primal.
Hungry....Hungry...Hungry! I feel SO hungry! I want to eat! I WANT TO EAT! LET ME EAT!
As the hunger grew to its peak, I felt the hold that held my body paralyzed slip away, as if I were attached to a thin, single thread and someone had cut it with a pair of scissors.
I flung my eyes open, and all I saw was darkness. Finally managing to move my body, I realized that I was lying inside some kind of container or box, but I ignored that as my only thought was to eat.
I move my arms up, and what looks like the lid slides open easily. Pushing the lid aside, it falls with a crash that echoes through the place where I've been sleeping.
I get up as fast as I can, but with a lot of difficulty, because for some reason, I feel really weak, like just a wind is going to break me in half. My vision was tinted red, but I could still see. I was no longer in my room but in a strange stone Hall with broken pillars and debris all over the place.
My confusion overcame my hunger for a moment, and I began to doubt if this was really dream paralysis.
Then I hear a sound - a little 'Squeak'.
The moment I heard the noise of what sounded like a rodent, my animalistic, hungry side took over. Like a mindless animal, I quickly located the source of the sound with my eyes, which strangely easily navigated through the darkness as if it were daylight, and there, in a corner, I saw it. A huge fat brown rat, searching for food among the rubble of stones.
Without a second thought, I rise from what appears to be a coffin and slowly make my way toward the rat with feline expertise. When I got close enough, the rat finally noticed me, but it was too late. Like a lion leaping on a zebra, I leaped at the rat and caught it in my hands before it could get away.
The rat immediately began to squeak, but it was silenced as I bit into its body at lightning speed.
Unnf. Mmm-ahh. A-aahh...This blood, sweet and heavy blood... Delicious... How long has it been since I tasted blood?
Wait, what? Blood?
Feeling my hunger rapidly diminish, I come back to sanity and realize I'm biting a bloody rat as I suck its blood like it's juice.
In extreme disgust, I throw the mouse to the ground and shove my finger down my throat, trying to vomit, but nothing comes out, as if my body is fighting the urge to vomit.
Angered and still disgusted, I snap.
"Shit! What the fuck! I bit a bloody rat! Disgusting! Why the hell did I do that, and why was it weirdly tasty? I'm getting crazy?!"
Frustrated, confused, and irritated, I stomped to the ground and prepared to curse the heavens, but I slipped on the blood seeping from the body of the rat next to me and landed on my back.
My head hit the ground, hard enough to hurt a lot, which calmed me down. My breathing slowed down, and I watched the dark, cracked ceiling of the place where I was for a few minutes.
Yeah, that's not goddamn sleep paralysis. This is too real for that. The hunger, the feeling of weakness, the taste of blood that is still present on my tongue...
What is going on here?!
I got up from the floor slowly, afraid of hurting myself. Fuck, I'm feeling so weak that my two-year-old cousin would make a run for my money.
Looking around, I give a dry laugh.
Skeletons and cobwebs everywhere; Walls, floor, ceiling, and pillars made of some kind of dark stone - I turn around - and a damned ivory casket.
Yeah, this is a fucking crypt.
What scares me the most right now is not that I woke up in a creepy crypt. But the fact that I got out of the damn coffin that was inside this crypt. Well, apart from the fact that I for some reason bite a mouse like it was a piece of Filet Mignon, that is.
As I wander through my chaotic thoughts, my eyes catch a light source not far away. Looking toward the light, I see the entrance to the crypt slightly open, and I smile.
I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm getting the fuck out of here, that's for sure!
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