In a state of complete darkness, I attempted to open my eyes, only to be met with a deafening noise resembling a collective cry for assistance. Gradually, a faint glimmer of light emerged, revealing a scene of immense terror. Three individuals were bound tightly, their hands and legs restrained. Over their mouths, a makeshift tower was constructed, tainted with a small amount of blood.
Paralyzed by fear and the overwhelming sense of dread, I struggled to utter a single word. The location of this place remained unknown, its surroundings exuding an unsettling atmosphere. The walls were adorned with wooden structures, reminiscent of axes and pickaxes. Various implements, including looping shears, bowsaws, chainsaws, and scissors, were scattered throughout the area. The walls were further stained with blood, creating a macabre tapestry.
My gaze was drawn to the right, where the individuals were confined, desperately attempting to communicate their distress. I found myself positioned at the far end of the left side, in the center of the group. A young woman, her face etched with terror, struggled to scream, her eyes fixed on something to the right. As I turned my head, I was met with a horrifying sight.
The individual on the right side was a young man who lay lifeless., his jaw severed, his body stripped of its torso. His eyes were upside down, his face turned towards us. My eyes widened in disbelief, overwhelmed by the sheer terror of what I witnessed. Fear gripped me tightly, and I clenched my jaw, struggling to release the towel that covered my mouth, stained with a small amount of blood.
"MMMGHHHMM" I managed to utter, my voice trembling with fear. A person stood in front of us, their face obscured by the blood on their hands. The murderer held a bow saw, its blade glinting in the dim light. As they wielded the saw, they dropped it to the ground, losing sight of their hands. However, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, accompanied by the rustling of something sharp. As the girl turned to me, she appeared terrified. When I saw her,
In a dream, I encountered a student girl who had lost her eyesight. She appeared before me with blood-red scissors, and the rest of the students were fixated on me. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she appeared frightened. I heard the footsteps approaching from the distance, and I noticed that the girl was wearing glasses that I had not seen her wearing in the dream. The girl attempted to scream, but I could only see her partially covered face. From there, I saw the murderer smiling and speaking something, but I could not hear what he was saying.
Suddenly, the girl tried to scream again, and the murderer showed her some scissors, sliding them down her cheek as she was terrifying her. Her expression conveyed a sense of fear and a desire to survive. The murderer then slowly removed the girl's glasses and observed them. He then removed her towel from her mouth, causing her to cry.
"Please… I beg of you… don't kill me please," the girl cried, trembling and terrified. She then suddenly urinated on her pants. The murderer swung his scissors at the girl's eyes, stabbing them and screaming to death. Her left eye was removed, and the eyes in the girl's scissors were stuck in it. The murderer took off her eyes, and the girl screamed for help.
The murderer then began kicking the girl's face, trying to silence her. However, the murder appeared to be wearing boots with a metal front, which prevented him from striking her as hard as he could. The murderer managed to hide her, causing her broken teeth. As she spilled blood over her mouth and coughed, she continued to scream, even though she was barely able to do so.
The murderer opened the girl's mouth with her broken teeth, placed the glasses over her mouth, and began moving her jaw up and down as if she were trying to eat them. The girl screamed to death.
"Gagh… Igh Gugh GHo Gwaaah," she could speak, as the broken glass from her glasses made a sound similar to "It hurt so much."
As the murderer raised the scissors, the girl screamed in terror as she was stabbed in the eyes with force. The sound of blood slashing was deafening. I was terrified and attempted to scream, but a small towel in my mouth prevented me. As I struggled to breathe, the murderer retrieved another weapon and approached me. I felt as though the murderer was acquiring a new tool to end my life.
Suddenly, a noise akin to the commencement of a machine pierced the air. It was the chain saw, its string being pulled three times before it finally came to life. The murderer drew closer, and the chainsaw's noise grew louder, directly towards me. I attempted to scream again, but the towel's tight grip on my mouth prevented me. My eyes widened in fear as I tried to turn around and crawl under the wooden door in front of me. However, my hands, legs, and arms were all bound together, forming a tight circle around me.
The murderer appeared to be aware of her actions as if she had performed this before. I, like her, was determined to crawl, but it was my turn to face death. Fear gripped me, and I shivered uncontrollably. My eyes widened in terror, unable to bear the thought of dying in this terrifying place.
As the chainsaw noise grew louder, I realized that the chainsaw was targeting my back. I looked up, my stomach facing the ground, as the chainsaw struck my back. The sound of bones cracking, muscles straining, and blood splattering over the floor was deafening. The chainsaw penetrated deeper into my back, and as the towel fell, I finally let out a deafening scream of death. Suddenly, I rose from my bed and it was all a dream. hastened to the bathroom as swiftly as possible. As I covered my mouth, I ran swiftly with my socks on, and the floor was slightly slippery. As I opened the door to my room, I was fortunate that the bathroom was situated directly in front of it. With a resounding slam, I opened the door and began drawing up vigorously.
I drowned on four occasions, and finally, I emerged from the bathroom, coughing and experiencing a throbbing sensation in my throat. It felt akin to a severe scratch on the inside of my throat. My aunt Yumi rushed to the bathroom, her knees on the floor as I placed my left arm on the toilet. She appeared to be on her way out of work when she heard a loud bang from the second floor. Concerned, she rushed to investigate, and fortunately, it was me who had made the noise by opening the bathroom door. Even Ren emerged from the room to check what was causing the commotion and immediately headed to the bathroom where I was. She noticed that my aunt Yumi had one knee bent and her feet were visible.
"Daisuke, are you alright? Talk to me, boy," Aunt Yumi exclaimed, her voice filled with worry. She had her arm behind my back, concerned about my well-being. However, I was fixated on the toilet, my eyes widening in surprise. I had seen blood in the toilet water, and fear and shivering gripped me.
"Big brother, are you alright?" Ren asked, her voice trembling with fear and worry, as she stood next to Aunt Yumi.
"W-Why do I see blood in the toilet? I just… I just vomited…" I stammered, my eyes fixed on the blood in the toilet. Aunt Yumi's face turned confused, and she looked at me with worry. Even Ren's gaze was drawn to the toilet.
"Son… there is no blood on the toilet. What are you talking about?" Aunt Yumi explained as I slowly looked at the toilet, and she continued speaking.
"It's just a normal vomiting episode, Daisuke," she said.
Despite seeing the blood in the toilet, I was still shaken. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as if I was hallucinating. I shivered, knowing that I was not crazy and that I could still see the blood.
"Daisuke, are you okay?" Ren placed her hand on my back, offering support as she stood on the other side of the bathroom.
Aunt Yumi stood on the right, and Ren moved to the left, next to the shower. Despite not responding, I remained fixated on the blood in the toilet, experiencing a shiver and a sense of paralysis as I continued to stare there, uttering no words. At this moment, I am experiencing a sense of apprehension, but I am unable to discern the underlying circumstances. I am compelled to believe that this entire situation is akin to a dream.