Snippet #1913214

The wind was strong and shook the sea wildly against the edges of the rocky shore that outlined the quiet, peaceful town of Reaper. The air was fresh, the sea was cold and the atmosphere felt edgey, almost ghost like. Today, a supposed lazy Sunday, would not be a lazy Sunday at all, instead 8 sleeping children would be rudely interrupted from their dreams by something tugging on their souls.

This is where a 19 year old girl, called Anita McMiller, would wake and find the early morning greet her with something quite horrible. Her sleepy eyes would now be awake with fear, something was not right; what was this pain in her heart? It was not a passing pain, instead something lingering and getting worse as her mind got used to the darkness that still slept over the town. Outside of her window the sky was grey, only a small slit of sun shone from the curtain of dark clouds. She knew today would rain and she had planned to sleep in, after all she had stayed up late last night reading her books filled with magical beings and demons that slithered through the pages.
Anita, scared and feeling sick, tried to stand and balanced herself on her bedside desk, instead her hand slipped on a book and she fell to the ground. Her head hit the edge of her bed and her legs were bent against the wall infront of her.
This was not right, she couldn't even stand. The pain in her heart got even worse, a headache started to form and she wasn't sure if it was because she was tired or if that was another problem. Her limbs were numb, she tried to call out to her family but no sound came, her throat was too dry to make anything more than a croak. She was panicking now, what was going on?
Her heart felt like it was being wrenched from her chest, tears were falling from her eyes now. She couldn't stand it any longer, she didn't think about anything, about what it could be, she just tried to move her limbs to crawl towards her bedroom door.
The headache thumped wildly and it became hard to see. Her hands hurt aswell, now that she had noticed. She could not crawl on them any longer.
Was she going to die? Not even a day ago she was planning a trip with her family to get out of town.
She looked down on the grey carpet and notices spots of red staining the ground bellow her. This was not good.
Looking at her hands again she could've sworn her fingers were growing, her fingernails looked like they were turning a dark red, almost black, colour. She didn't take much notice, thinking it was just the headache and blurry vision messing with her.
The pain got less now, but the room seemed as though it got more dark. A black snake-like shadow slithered across the floor infront of her and it caught her attention; what could it be? Now there were five...six black snake-like shadows slithering around her. One of them looked like they were rising up from the carpet and when she reached out her hand to touch it, a silky feeling overcame her fingers. So they were real.
Anita was panicking bad now, she didn't know what to do. The pain in her heart had gotten less though, so that was a relief. She still could not speak or stand, everything was still a blurry dark mess.
Then she realised...she must be dreaming, it would make sense, right?
This could not be real, none of this could be real. Her head began to spin and she collapsed on the floor, laying there to try and make it stop. The tendrills were brushing her face and she decided she quite liked the silky cold feeling they gave her.
She closed her eyes and soon she was back into a deep, painful, dreamless sleep.