Future
2:57 is the first thing my eyes take in as the shoot wide open
The glow of my alarm clock sends me this eerie feeling
I sense extreme warmth as the once cool room has dampened
A strong high pitched whistle has found its way into my ears
Accompanied by a foul smell of rotting
The darkened room was even less comforting
Welcoming the awfulness that no one dares to speak of
2:59 is the time my eyes catch as I scan the room
A feeling of comfort starts to enter my body
But is quick to flee as I look upon an unfamiliar figure
Across from where I lay in bed,
My body halfway up as I lean away
So that my back is touching the wall
Faint beams of light catch my attention
Staring right at me
I could hear my breath start to beome more heavy and fast
The increased beating of my heart could be felt in my ears
3:00 was the last thing that I saw
Before my face come into contact with something foul
Its ice cold breath blowed into my face
Burning my cheeks
I knew from all, that this was the end
I closed my eyes to accept my fate
My heart beating faster than anything, the only sound other that the breaths
Which both echoed through the room
And the last sound that could be heard was a unholy chuckle
I shot up from my bed
Rubbing my face and eyes I starred at my lap, wondering what just happened
A loud gasp escaped from my mouth as I looked up towards my clock
2:59 is what it read
I quickly looked over to the cornor that sends a nasty feeling toward my throat
My stomach turing as those two beams stare at me
A tear streams down the side of my face as
A menacing grin comes into view, teeth sharp as ever, needle like
I know the clock striked 3:00