Nightmare

Ever had that dream where you knew you were dreaming, and could control your actions? That’s called lucid dreaming.
Ever had one of them go nasty on you? I did.

Your own home, devoured by shadows. Locked between four walls, suffocating slowly, knowing you’re stuck in a dream, unable to wake up. Realizing your real body is somewhere else.
Darkness devouring everything, icy chills running up and down your spine, as you desperately try to escape your mind’s own prison. You try to end your dream, but all you can do is wake up in another one. The same one, but worse.

You cannot escape the dark-light switches never work when you’re dreaming. Nor do telephones, so you can search for the comfort of a known voice. It’s just you and the shadows. Demons, set on eating up your sanity.

Is this cold world the Land of the Dead?
Not Heaven, nor Hell, but an empty, dark room, the broken mirror of where you once lived. A hollow echo of your former life.
The place where light never goes back on.

Am I lost, forever?

Was it an eternity of madness, or just and hour of sleep? Either way, you wake up, jump from your bed, desperately reaching for the nearest bit of sanity around.