damned trees pt. 2
The trees are becoming restless. dancing in the wind like madmen, they call me to them. the skies are turning black as they peek through the window. there arms stretching out, shadows of there spindly fingers playing on the walls. they're coming for me. calling me out of my safe abode, feeding from my fear, i am no longer safe. I watch as the shadows dance, while demented faces leer through the darkness. smiling, laughing... knowing. they're going to get me. more and more are their numbers, circling around, filling me with a terror only met in the worst nightmares. they're coming for me. i have offended these restless spirits, and now i pray. it wont be long now, all i can see through the window are the twisted faces of bark, changing and distorting. saturating my mind with their maddening screams. voices from another dimension, in a language not comprehensible by a human mind. i have given up now, as i feel this punishment will not one of death, but to be driven to the depths of insanity. no way out of this house, surrounded by trees. looking outside, only inhuman twisted faces stare back. no more blue skies, or green grass. just those moss covered demons. my head is hurting. i am going to try to get some sleep, with the hope that they will be gone when i wake up.