Sometimes, when visions go dark, when places go empty, when I am all alone in a dark deserted world, "I feel them".
There was I. Suddenly standing on a terrain that I had never set foot on. With a feeling of dark clouds above my head, I saw myself walk across the uneven horizon. I aimlessly looked around for a place I have visited before. But I found none. Yet, to survive, or rather to know that my heart was still beating, I kept walking around the dark deserted place. My heart wanted to rest in a place that was safe and secure. But that peace was nowhere to be seen. Somewhere in my soul, I got a feeling that this is not the truth, but a world where I do not belong. I set aside the feeling, not trusting my inner-self. Heavy in my heart, I questioned myself how did I end up here. But before I could think, I caught sight of a very dark distant castle. My soul, bored of the void all around me, yearned at the silhouette of the plain castle, giving a sudden surge of hope and happiness. But rather than being at peace, my heart mumbled at the eerie sight of the old castle and raised a feeble voice warning me against visiting it.
My emotions being stronger than my still-small voice, I started my first few steps towards it. Now, with my eyes fixed on the distant castle and not worrying about the rugged terrain below, I made my move slowly towards the castle. But with each step, I had a strange feeling of flying above the ground and very soon I reached the gates of the castle. But, as I stood before the castle, eyeing every nook and corner of the structure, it occurred to me that it was rather a deserted church. My heart pounded. I could not make myself to believe it was indeed a church. The church was empty and all its doors were closed. With its shady look, it never resembled a church. I looked around. Not wanting to delve into the darkest fears of my soul, I wanted to retreat. But my legs kept moving towards it already feeling numb.
Through the closed windows I saw very dimly. In a place that was pitch dark, I saw those spirits, dark brown, flying inside the chapel with something that resembled of blood dripping from their hands. There were many of them furiously moving to and fro, circling all around within the chapel. The floor of the chapel was entirely covered with dark and smelly blood overflowing from their hands. When some of those creatures moved close to the window I was nearby, my body trembled and I felt a chillness go through my spines - like I had seen a real ghost. I stood there, not thinking anything, stilly looking at those conceited spirits running around inside a chapel. Then I felt them, very close. And after a long time, I still feel them, now and then.