I am in a room. How I arrived is irrelevant to me; the only detail I am concerned with is how to leave. Nothing looks inherently wrong, physically, but me instincts scream at me. Something is off.
	As I turn to search for an exit, a window, a portal, anything, all abrupt goes dark. I wait, muscles stiff with fear, for what feels like years. Vast amounts of nothing occurs. Content that naught is out to get me, I slowly exhale a sigh of relief. I stretch my arms forward and feel through the dark; my slow steps do not make a sound, and all I can hear is my own breathing. My eyes should have begun to adjust by now, as the room was only dimly lit before. Where is the wall that was in front of me? Anxiety and worry begin to chew at the back of my brain; my hackles stand on end.
	I see something, now. It is faint, green, and glowing. No, there are two of them, a pair. The watch me, and it bores into my mind. I take an uncomfortable step to the right, in an attempt to sidle out of the things' attention. They track me. Unnerved, I take another, longer, more panicked step. It watches. I turn away from the... whatever it is, and the darkness that previously worried me is a comfort.
	The comfort only lasts briefly, however. More of the dim orbs await me. They assault my calm, and it is not a thing of my mind's weakness or panic. My eyes, becoming further accustomed to the lack of light, begin to draw shapes into my mind. The eyes have bodies, forms. They are unmoving, watching, waiting. Their lack of action is oddly malicious, strangely terrifying, wholly unnatural. I stand there, frozen with fear. No thoughts cross my mind; I can only see the creatures. More of the eyes open. Without looking, I know there are hundreds, and they're all watching me.
	The screeching is shap, sudden, sickening. It rakes at me brain, and it shakes my soul. I fall to the ground, clutching at my ears, but the sounds are not to be drowned out. It is a barb in my senses; silver lines my vision, and I am numb. The creaturs advance while I am weakened.
	I lie there, wracked with the torment and anguish of unending, terrible, demonic cacophany. One of the beings claws at itself before me and rips into its own torso; another of those pairs of eyes blurs into existence and violently pushes away from its maker. It flails away in an attempt to espcape its maker, but it does not manage to. One blurred form twists and writhes back into the other with a final, bleak death rattle. Another of the inky hellspawn sprouts long, thin tendtrils and roots itself into another. They struggle, all the while still advancing on me.
All that I can do is helplessly lie there and whimper; my only saving grace is the creatures' apparent incooperation.
	One draws intensely near. Its maw splits open; there are no teeth, no throat, there is only a void. It nearly drives me mad to see the bleak, empty infinity that is my future. I cannot break my gaze away. It gets closer and closer, and the hellish, foul howling roots deeper into my psyche.
	I wake up and shiver in a cold sweat.