I couldn't do it, I just couldn't… I struggle to type this as my hands are still trembling, and my thoughts are scrambled all over the place. A few hours ago I met with my sister. I was about to ask her straight to the face about that incident in the hotel, but not a word could pass my lips, not looking at her wide eyes of the deepest green and a mole on her left cheek. You may label me as a lunatic but I know my family well enough to know that she has brown eyes and a mole on her right cheek.
And as eager as I was, my horror these past few nights has actually worsened. The hotel still lingers with me, in a way that I wouldn't have thought possible. Just yesterday I shared with you my dreams and today I seem to remember more of it.
I was there once more, but this was no memory, as I stood there as I look today. Unlike previous nights, I was unsure if it was a mere dream or a disguised memory. Now I wasn't following rails of any kind. So far I had been witnessing myself from the front row but with my hands not quite on the wheel, doing what I had done in half-remembered memories, but not this time. This time I felt in full control; I know that because my dream began in an empty lobby, before me lay the entrance to the elevator, along with a sign and a mask of some sort hanging on it. It was inviting, seductive even, but I refused to play along.
Time passed by, as minutes piled into hours I realized dream time didn’t apply here. It gave me enough time to explore the whole floor, but I found nothing on the front desk, the restaurant empty, all doors closed and the outside was pitch black, darker than my mood. I also confirmed the existence of the lobby fountain.
As this nightmare wouldn't end, I realized that I was being forced onto the rails once again. I took a look at the sign by elevator, the usual message had been replaced with “You shall not remove this from yourself, and shall you never speak to red.”
The mask was indescribable by conventional means, it had openings for the eyes, but that is as far as I could easily explain. It was black, it was grey, it was white, somehow all of them and none of them at the same time. When seen from the front it was flat, when seen through the side it was not. It had sharp edges but then it did not; I could not tell if my senses had been hijacked or the mask itself changed every time it was perceived, the only constant might have been the eye openings.
As I put on the mask, I became unaware of any of its distortions since I couldn't see it for myself. I climbed the elevator unsure where I should go, but I was quite sure that the elevator would take me there. Out of curiosity I pressed the button for the top floor. Now I can confirm that the building is higher than anticipated, with 26 stories.
As the elevator began to rise, an eerie and almost painful feeling started sprouting all around my body, beginning as a mild itch at the second floor. Ignoring it at first, I was glad the door never opened. By the fourth floor the itch turned into needles and by the fifth their sting had deepened, and sudden unexplained nausea began curling up.
On the sixth floor the elevator stopped, doors open wide.
The illness ceased abruptly while the doors remained open, but I was not at ease since someone, or rather something, climbed into the elevator.
It was taller than me, slender, wearing a hooded red robe. Fanged teeth were the only thing looming from its heavily obscured face.
The thing walked past me and stood perfectly still behind me.
I froze in place, unable and unwilling to make a noise as it tried to communicate with me.
It spoke, its voice was unexpectedly soft and femenine; the language was inhumanly alien, no vocal cords could make sounds like that.
I shut my eyes hoping to wake up safe at bed, but it was futile. The elevator went on its way. The creature remained silent and the unceasing pain made a return. With every floor the nausea increased, the pain deepened and my head began to swell.
The illness ceased once again when the elevator made its next stop. It was on the 10th floor; if the mysterious pain kept increasing as we ascended, I knew that I wouldn't survive to the 26th.
The creature didn't mind me as it stepped out into this concrete hallway. I didn't care where the hallway led to, compared to my other only option. After a moment of hesitation I jumped off the elevator as it closed its doors and left me stranded.
At the end of the corridor there was a sign that read “Feast”. Afraid of what it may mean by that, I proceeded with caution.
The hallway opened into a vast room, full of strange humanoid… things. Some wore the red robes and some wore masks similar to mine; all with their faces concealed.
On the center lay a banquet filled of assorted meats and fruits, all of which appeared grotesque. A few I did recognize such as ham or pineapple, but everything else was definitely from some other world.
Far above the food there was a floating misty orb, light emanating in a bizarre triangular manner. This was the only source of light on the room.
Some of these humanoids seemed unfamiliarly human, chatting amongst themselves. Slowly approaching, I caught their attention, and I was instantly stopped by their gaze. I dared not step closer but that’s when the closest one grabbed my arm and whispered to me in a deep, commanding voice.
“Careful, he is watching.”
Releasing me and returning to his companions, I realized they were speaking nothing but gibberish to each other.
Another humanoid figure from the same group stepped toward me, holding me tight by both arms.
I could see humanity deep in its brown eyes, and I awoke shaken soon after I heard her mutter, “Come and meet me, humans were never meant to go this far.”
I'm telling you, this was no ordinary dream, I recall every moment as you would recall the last few minutes of your day.
I was wrong, so, so wrong. I want these dreams no more, I want to go back to a night of peaceful sleep. Please help me. I don't want to sleep anymore.