Dark Cloud

I don't know how to start this out so I'll just be frank with you. I haven't been quite myself for a while, I've been trembling in fear. My skin shudders at the very sound of my own breathe and my legs jump a little at the sight of my very own moving shadow. I haven't left my house for at least 3 months because I know something has been watching me. I can't really describe it other than this dark smokey cloud that follows me wherever I may go except for my bedroom. It lingers in my hallway, waiting for me to go use the restroom. It watches me bathe and shower, which in turn makes me feel as if my cleansing is pointless for I always feel filthy after a soothing, warm bath. Sounds have started to crackle from it, they sound of soft shrieking pain. It pierces my ears in the calmest of manner and on occasion my ears have bled.

Whenever family comes over, I tell them about the thing above their heads but they never believe me. They recommended me some brochures to mental institutions as if I were some crazy person, my mind is perfectly sane. In fact they're the insane ones for not being able to see it. Every so often it floats around my doorway as if it's taunting me. I can feel it's eyes crawl inside of my lungs and fill it with deep dark red, assuming it has eyes. I am very convinced it has eyes, how else would it follow me? If I ever do leave my bedroom, I can feel it roughly caress my skin. When it does this, it feels as if a very cold yet oddly warm tar is seeping through my pours and cutting into my veins.

It's been gone for a while now. 2 months have passed until it disappeared, and during this time period I have had the gnarliest of headaches. My mind could not process any thoughts other than to stare into my pool. What a dirty pool it was, leaves soaking in it's uncleanly waters. Dead bees and bugs just swimming around, without any purpose to life. They're dead sure, but they didn't have any purpose to life other than follow their queen or whatever. I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I still feel that terrible cloud's presence, but it's more intense now. I think it isn't in fact gone, it may be residing inside of my human flesh. My muscles have been aching, and at some points I couldn't even move them.

My dreams have been the strangest they've ever been. I dream of my body floating along with the bees and leaves in my pool, but the water isn't clear. It's filthy. I don't even think it is water. I can feel it as I dream, my body feels as if it's floating on a tar-like substance. It's darker than the night sky, and it is pretty painful to float upon. Other dreams I've been having involved that cloud and I having the most terrifying staring contest. It had no eyes, which made me lose every time and when I lost, one of my eyes would melt inside of my skull while the other was being eaten by hundreds of spiders. Their disgusting legs and their stinging teeth just ate away at my very own eye. It felt too real.

I had this one dream that was as if it were reality. I was staring at myself in the mirror, my left eye was stitched closed while my mouth had it's lips sewn in an even more gruesome manner. There was a pin inside the right eye, and the lids were stitched on my face flesh so I could stare with terrible depth perception. There was a needle in my wrist, a pretty small one. Little drops of blood were dripping down from the stabbed spot of it. An extremely hot, pale woman would then enter my room. I would see her from the mirror as she approached me from behind. She had the palest of skin, and seemed as if she were goth. She had the blackest hair I've ever seen, her lipstick was similar. One of her eyes had no pupil while the other had a purple one. She had this crazed smile on her face, and what seemed to be tools. She was in a latex nurse outfit, and I think I've seen enough porn to know that my dream was a sexy BDSM one. It felt extremely real, and she started using the torture tools, I assumed they're torture tools, and it was the most painful I've ever felt. It was odd though, I won't go into details but it was a very erotic dream. She would cut some of my flesh off and drip hot candle wax onto my ready body. I felt alive, thrilled until her limbs fell apart. She went lifeless on me and I soon realized that she was a reanimated corpse. Then I was surrounded by that similar black cloud. I can't remember much of the dream from there. I only remember the parts I enjoyed.

My dreams were becoming less and less vivid. Soon they're probably going to stop occurring. I really miss that sexy nurse dream.

My throat is dryer than a desert, it feels as if a knife is poking it from the inside. My chest was heating up, as if my lungs and kidneys were set ablaze from my rib cage. The flesh on my body was trembling and the arm flesh was melting off of, well, my arm. I stood in the bathroom, facing the mirror. The glass was cracked, which was new. The light was flickering on and off, on and off. Every so often the black cloud that I thought had disappeared could be seen extremely close to my back. I could feel its chilling presence cause my spine to shudder as well as my entire skeleton. Before I knew it, the light went entirely out and I heard laughter coming from inside of my mind. I tried covering my ears but that made the laughter louder, which made sense since it was originating from my very own brain. Soon I could feel a warm liquid meet the palm of my hands. The laughter slowly began to fade as my heartbeat grew louder and pumped blood at an outrageous speed. Then my knees felt weak causing my legs to fail me and allowing me to fall into the mirror with glass shattering all over my face. My head lay in the sink, in this dark bathroom. My heart beat was getting slower and slower until it eventually came to a stop.

I awoke in the hospital, to the sound of that heart monitor. How annoying it was. I could see this nurse, with really cute purple eyes. She had really pale skin. She came up to me and told me that I should go back to resting, and so I did.

When my eyes finally opened once more, I was in the bathtub of my bathroom. The light was barely on, still flickering. My mirror was shattered and my body was soaking in this red water. My skin felt glass shredding against it, so I got out of the tub of my own blood. From the shattered area of the mirror, I could see that I was not only soaking in my own blood, which isn't really disturbing, but I was also bathing in razor sharp mirror glass. I then had the urge to puke, and so I did. Glass came out of my mouth, I could feel the journey of it. Oh how did it scratch my throat. I purged my body from the glass and some blood. I don't get how blood is scary, because seeing all this blood reminds me of how lame writers can be thinking they can write horror using blood as the main horror aspect (*cough* creepypastas *cough*).

And so it was a new day, my body could barely move. I just lay in my hallway, feeling the presence of this dark cloud near me.

I awoke, my eyes saw blank white walls. One little window. Cuts all over my body and arm. It was a nice day from what little I could see. Nobody believes me, but I know. They say I am crazy. But I know they're all loons, lunatics if you didn't know that loon was short for. My window had to be replaced every so often from me breaking the glass. They're soon going to make them bars like in prisons. I'd like to chew on the glass and spit the blood out on the wall because they were really boring walls. I was always in a straight jacket because of how I wanted to cut myself. I knew if I bleed, I would satisfy the presence. It was inside of me, and if I harmed myself it would be satisfied. My only goal was to bleed it out of my system so people can see the thing that lives inside of me. They'll all see, one day I'll bleed free. I'll be in the clouds, the white and fluffy ones. Not the dark and painful one. Not the one that would taunt me, for I would have slain that beast.

© 2015 DarkestStoryline

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SquinklaPsyOps

The story is about an obsessive demon that was aborted before birth and that never made it to life and that is the reason it stalks persons.

The demon in the story is probably gay and that is the reason it likes to stalk the character from the story in the shower.

The other reason the demon in the story likes to stalk the character in the restroom is because demons like to feed from negative energy and is probably waiting for the character in the story to release foul odor in the restroom because the demon uses it as fuel that the demon dark toxic cloud can be enlighten and ignited with a lighter.