A bloodcurdling shout shattered the heavy silence. It echoed within the deserted hall, eliciting goosebumps to rise on my skin. My heart hammered against his chest as I sought to figure out the source of the terrifying sound.
Was it real? Or was my imagination working overtime in the gloomy stillness? I remained frozen in apprehension, unable to move. Without warning, a silhouette emerged from the darkness.
Strangled in Sleep, Awoken by Terror
Darkness clung to her like a shroud, thick and suffocating. Her breath/airflow/gasp hitched in her throat, a silent scream trapped within the confines of her own lungs/chest/body. Something was wrong/different/alarming, she could feel it, a presence/feeling/sensation of unseen menace pressing down on her. She tried to move, to speak/call out/scream, but her limbs felt like lead, frozen in place by an invisible hand/force/grip. Her mind raced, desperate here for reason/understanding/clarity amidst the growing terror. Then, a sudden wrench/jerk/pull on something around her neck, cutting off her air/breath/oxygen. She was fighting/struggling/battling, but against what? Against whom? The world dissolved into a blurry chaos of pain and fear before she finally awoke, gasping/coughing/shuddering, the lingering taste of terror heavy on her tongue.
The Silent Suffocation, A Voice Emerges from the Dark
It begins as a gentle tightening on your chest. You struggle to find air, but each suck of breath is met with a barrier. The world beside you dissolves into a foggy void, and your eyesight loses focus.
You plead for help, but your voice are trapped within the crushing darkness.
Your pulse ramps up in a desperate attempt to provide oxygen to your system. But the grip only worsens, pulling you deeper into the void.
You are alone, drowning in a lake of your own terror.
The only sound is the hum of your failing gasps. The world outside you fades away, leaving you in the cold, empty embrace of death.
Engulfed in Terror, Awoke to a Sound
The darkness was absolute. I felt thoroughly lost, smothered in the terrifying visions of my dreams. There was no escape, no sign of salvation. My spirit ached for release. But then, a cry pierced through the thick stillness. It was weak, yet it cut through the horror's grip like a potent sword.
- Suddenly, my vision faded.
- As if| pulled from the depths of the abyss, I became aware of
My Own Breath Turned Against Me That Night
It started innocently enough. A simple hike in the cool night air. The moon was full, casting long streaks across the path. But as the hours passed, a strange feeling crept over me. My inhaling became difficult. Each puff felt like drowning.
- Fear started to creep inside me. Was I sick?
- Trees swayed in the distance, rustling like voices in the wind.
- I tried to control my inhalations, but it was no use. The air itself felt against me.
My breath was becoming my nightmare.
Darkness' Hold, Torn by a Cry
The night was still, a suffocating blanket of hush. He lay lifeless, his chest still beneath the thin sheet. Sleep had claimed him, its grip tightening around his mind. But then, a sharp sound shattered the stillness. A shout, raw and desperate, tore through the void, jolting him from his slumber.