Entry 12
Ever have nightmare's that seem so real you swear they happened?Â
Well I just had one. Damn was weird, and woke up in cold sweats.
I was there, inside the White Wolf mansion, but the halls and room were all wrong. Doors went everywhere and nowhere and the only light was from these strange candles with green, oily flames.
Everywhere these heavy shadows seemed to boil and pop and whispers came from them.
I recall looking for the kitchen to have some dinner in the dream but was lost.
And then I entered the wash room and there was Hojo, the damn nightmare himself inside my nightmare. Dressed in that armor of his, drenched in blood and tearing flesh from some arm. He looked at me, I at him, and like in real life, I fled.
The whole house was filled with screams and the snarling, snapping sounds of Hojo at my heels.Â
I ran, ran as my lungs filled with blood and ice. I ran as my feet fell apart and I collapsed. I crawled, dragging my ruined self and yet, I could not escape that thunderous advance of that blood soaked, iron bound abomination.Â
I turned to see the white-maned monster coming for me, hands dripping in ichor as the air filled with the sounds of Sun'ra's nightmarish cackling. I screamed in terror as the axe of Hojo's rose high.
And then the -thing- rose up behind me. I...I have no way to describe that hideous, etheral thing. It was solid yet not, it was blacker than the shadows and yet visible. A mass of teeth and claws, tentacles and limbs.
It made Hojo snarl and angry yet it caused the male to retreat as the -thing- spoke.
Little Hojo, don't you know,
Death is where you must go.
The lights began to fade and the things looked at me with countless eyes as the light went out.
So, that was it. Not fun. But don't think I'll sleep tonight. I...I just cant. I feel cold. And I'm hungry but kinda afraid to go get food. Funny how nightmares can haunt us in the living world, eh? But if there was something to make Hojo back off like that I'd take it.
Ever have nightmare's that seem so real you swear they happened?Â
Well I just had one. Damn was weird, and woke up in cold sweats.
I was there, inside the White Wolf mansion, but the halls and room were all wrong. Doors went everywhere and nowhere and the only light was from these strange candles with green, oily flames.
Everywhere these heavy shadows seemed to boil and pop and whispers came from them.
I recall looking for the kitchen to have some dinner in the dream but was lost.
And then I entered the wash room and there was Hojo, the damn nightmare himself inside my nightmare. Dressed in that armor of his, drenched in blood and tearing flesh from some arm. He looked at me, I at him, and like in real life, I fled.
The whole house was filled with screams and the snarling, snapping sounds of Hojo at my heels.Â
I ran, ran as my lungs filled with blood and ice. I ran as my feet fell apart and I collapsed. I crawled, dragging my ruined self and yet, I could not escape that thunderous advance of that blood soaked, iron bound abomination.Â
I turned to see the white-maned monster coming for me, hands dripping in ichor as the air filled with the sounds of Sun'ra's nightmarish cackling. I screamed in terror as the axe of Hojo's rose high.
And then the -thing- rose up behind me. I...I have no way to describe that hideous, etheral thing. It was solid yet not, it was blacker than the shadows and yet visible. A mass of teeth and claws, tentacles and limbs.
It made Hojo snarl and angry yet it caused the male to retreat as the -thing- spoke.
Little Hojo, don't you know,
Death is where you must go.
The lights began to fade and the things looked at me with countless eyes as the light went out.
So, that was it. Not fun. But don't think I'll sleep tonight. I...I just cant. I feel cold. And I'm hungry but kinda afraid to go get food. Funny how nightmares can haunt us in the living world, eh? But if there was something to make Hojo back off like that I'd take it.
