umwong

Pure darkness surrounded him. The only sound he could hear was his labored breathing. It seemed to echo on for miles. He was in the void. Rarely, when he went to sleep, he’d appear in this so-called void. He wouldn’t see anything; just darkness. He wouldn’t hear anything, either. It was just him and this void where he would stay until he woke. But it wasn’t much better than his normal dreams of terror, sadly. Even if he never saw or heard anything, he still had those feelings of intense anxiety and dreadful fear that something might jump out at him when he least expected it. That something or someone would appear he