Chapter 28: Cold sweat

There were no light in the place I was standing, on hard ground like cement or granite and my steps wasn’t making any sound and I was barefoot ‘ what a good idea, walking barefoot on a cold ground, cheers!’. I didn’t knew were to go, I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of me.

‘To where should I go?’ I pondered, I didn’t wanted to freeze my feet t death.

“Hey oh!” I said out loud feeling stupid and idiot after saying it because in movies that was the sure way to lead the danger directly to you, and most of them were girls and I’m one, so not a good combination and the odds were against me.

I headed toward my right for something there are more people who use their right hand than the ones who uses the left one. I know that didn’t make any sense but the situation was that I didn’t knew were I was and there were no light and my feet were so cold that it started to hurt so I assumed my brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity because of fear added to the cold I was feeling.

‘Why cold?’ I was gut of feeling cold all the times because of who know what, since that week started and it was still Saturday which meant I still had to survive Sunday. ‘Awesome!’

After what seemed to me like half an hour of walking going nowhere I bumped into a wall and like the floor it was also cold. I wonder how people could bear in cold places.

The wall surface wasn’t even like the ground, there were patterns carved on it as I followed the lines but couldn’t decipher what was carved. I walked by the wall with one hand on it for if I could find a door or some other way to get out that freaking place.

I wonder if there are other people like me out there who feels so weird, uncomfortable everywhere

After a while walking not knowing where I was heading my hand made contact with a wood surface ‘that must be a door’ I thought but I couldn’t found the doorknob.

‘Oh no.’ I said out loud starting to feeling frightened a sensation of imminent danger fell upon me. So I desperately moved my both hands on the wooden surface but failed in finding a door handle or something that could enable to open that door in case it was one.

‘It’s just a dream…just another dream…it’s…’ I repeated in my mind again and again to prevent myself for freaking out. I couldn’t feel my feel feet anymore all numb by the cold ground and the pj I had on didn’t offer protection against the coldness present in that place.

I felt something warm on my cold cheeks when I touched them to figured it out there were tear, I feels so frustrated that I didn’t even realize I was crying. I didn’t knew how I could make it through everything that was happening to me, I felt exhausted both mentally and physically.

I felt on my knees and started weeping profusely like a toddler, I knew that was just another bad dream, nightmare or something related but still I couldn’t restrain myself, I was scared and exhausted, I just needed a moment for myself.

Voices murmuring in the distance caught my attention, I couldn’t catch what they were saying or if they were talking or singing maybe a mix of both.

‘What should I do?’ I wondered. I had two possible choices first to go toward the voice maybe they are people trap in here like me and they can show me the exit or stay where I was and continue weeping like a baby.

‘I should probably head toward the voices they would tell me the way out.’ I thought at first. ‘but if they were themselves trapped here like me how would they show me the way out or I don’t know for sure if they will accept to help me.’ I wiped my face with my pj as I resolved to go where the murmuring were coming from. ‘ this was just a dream and you can’t die in a dream, right!’

I got on my numb feet and walked toward the voices.

Something touched me very quickly, I even thought that it was all in my mind if it didn’t happen again and again. Cold hands and a sensation of ants moving all the way up my legs.

I jumped up and down erratically to remove whatever was climbing up my legs but it seemed to just make things worse because as much as I jumped or scratched myself more I felt them. I have nothing against bugs but I ain’t a big fan either.

The murmuring voices seemed to be mocking me even if I still couldn’t decipher what they were saying. I didn’t feel cold anymore for the physical activity.

“Who are you?” I said out loud feeling angry for being treated like doll by who know what. I run forth and back no knowing where I was going because I couldn’t see a thing.

“A ouch!” I tripped, a hand had caught my foot and when I tried to free myself it let me go unexpectedly what made me lose balance, so I fell forward fortunately avoiding to bump my face to ground by using my hands amortize the damage. “That’s hurt, and it’s not funny, stop it!”

I didn’t knew where I get the gut to say that because I wasn’t the courageous type, what would have been normal in me would to crawl into the ground with my hands up on my head and wait until everything stop hoping that it will end quickly.

‘Should I stand up or not?’ I wondered. ‘I should probably do so, the ground is awfully cold if I stay there any longer I will be a popsicles in no time. But in the other hand if I stand up those creepy hand would try to trip me again.”

So I stand up and run in the other direction contrary to were I hear the voices, even if I didn’t knew were I was going it didn’t matter as long as I went away from them. I was already tired t and not at all the running type therefore I couldn’t keep on running for long.

‘I promise from now on I will start jogging.’ I resolved to do once my ankle will be totally cured, I thought it was already totally heal because of all the walking and running I did it didn’t hurt a little bit. When I couldn’t run anymore I walked as fast as I could.

The murmuring voices were far behind me, I barely hear them and I didn’t feel the hands anymore. After what seemed a hour after I bumped into the wall, fortunately I wasn’t running otherwise it would have been a mess. I started searching for the door I fell before and found it right away but as before I still couldn’t find where was the doorknob.

Someone singsonged right in my left hear, I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a women, when its cold breath bumped on my skin it made me shiver out of dread. Henceforth my heart started beating so fast that I feared it would explode out my chest and cold sweat run down my spine.

‘HEAR now the Song of the Dead—in the North by the torn berg-edges

They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.

Song of the Dead in the South—in the sun by their skeleton horses,

Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust of the sear river-courses.

Song of the Dead in the East—in the heat-rotted jungle hollows,

Where the dog-ape barks in the kloof—in the brake of the buffalo-wallows. Song of the Dead in the West—in the Barrens, the waste that betrayed them,

Where the wolverine tumbles their packs from the camp and the grave-mound they made them;

Hear now the Song of the Dead!’