The Unending Nightmare

As he looked forward with fear quaking in his pupils, he watched as the messy, black hair parted just enough from the nightmare to make eye contact with it; it possessed eyes unlike anything else. They were stitched open, but empty eye sockets that were filled with an abyssal ooze that slipped down its cheeks.

Still, there were 'eyes' it possessed; staring deep enough, long enough, there was a darkness that stared back at him before–something triggered.

A jolt went through his body as he felt the air change around him, witnessing the humanoid nightmare's form begin to change as limbs tore through the flesh on its back, sprouting into lengthy spider legs made of intertwined, held hands.

What just happened…? It's like it just peered into my heart, Emilio thought.

While distracted by the unequivocal sense of dread, he was taken by surprise as the silent embodiment of fear lunged towards him, attempting to stab through him with one of its newly grown, arachnid limbs.