Mannequin

This is not based on a true story. It just happened that I had a nightmare yesterday and I decided to make a short story out of it.

I was in a dream world, engulfed by darkness. Out of nowhere, I saw a familiar face. He called me out because he had something to show me. So I head on over. He was watching this old CPU like the windows 98 kind.

We waited while the silence grew louder it was honestly deafening. As the screen switched on, a scream followed along. I asked him, what it was but he kept silent.

He just said watch this and so I did. "Mannequin prank gone wrong" that was the title. As the video played there were two people. A guy and a girl. Behind them was a mannequin. Nothing strange about that right?

At first they were just posing with it. It became poses with the mannequin next. In which the video fast forwarded and I saw clips of how the mannequin was holding the guy by the head, twisting it and pulling it out.

Next was the girl and she was man handled, like a rape victim. Her insides were sprawling on the floor. Next they both were tangled by strings from the mannequin.

I can't remember exactly how the mannequin looked like but it was plain from my memory. No details, no patches, nothing.

As the guy and girl were being tangled by the strings slowly the strings got bloody. It was eating into their skin. Slicing them, slowly. Now at this point of time I was telling myself that this was some sick shit but my eyes were glued and I couldn't divert myself from the screen.

The bodies were mutilated and red roots rose from the floor, spreading, coming towards me. Before I knew it, my feet were tangled by those roots. I could feel it, wriggling inside of me, slowly creeping up towards my heart.

At this point of time, I just wanted somebody to wake me up. I know its a dream. I just wanted to wake up. All of a sudden, I see myself, at the airport. Eyes white, looking up, kneeling in the middle.

Somebody tapped me and I instantly woke up but I was mouthing, "Help me" and the roots grew at the slit of my eye. I woke up and I just sat there on the bed, looking at the time. Time check, 4am. Sleep was important. The dream never continued from there but im still feeling creeped out.

Hello darkness my old friend

It's dark in here. Oh, I can't seem to move. No matter how much I struggle, I can't even lift an arm. I can move my hands just slightly, but that's about it.

Oh look, I can wriggle my toes and just slightly move my feet, but I can't move my whole leg. Sometimes I hear people talking but I just can't make out what they're saying. On some days I see lights above my head, but everything else is a blur.

What time is it? I don't even know. I can't even move these mouth. I've questions to ask but no matter how hard I tried, I can't even make a sound. Somebody please send help.

What feels like years later, I finally felt my body moved. But all I see are bright lights and vague images of people. Where am I?

After a while it starts to feel warm. It's getting warmer. Oh god, please stop. Somebody, please help me.

Anybody? Please do something. It's getting too hot inside here.

The last vague image I see was the door closing in on me. Is this fire? Am I being burnt? Oh my god. I'm being burnt. Help me! Please! I'm going to die!

The moment of being in the fire made me recall things. I was murdered. My throat was sliced, my hands and feet were tied. My shoulders and all my joints were broken. Acid were poured on both of my eyes. I was already dead.

I was in a morgue. Now, i'm being incinerated.