Chapter 3: Nightmare 3

In this small closed and dark room. I got into a corner. I was terrified and the room was damp and cold. The light was blinking. But what really scared me were the visions of terror I had. Shadows moved in the room. I wasn't sure what I was seeing was real. Ever since I had what felt like a dream with the old man. I couldn't tell what was right or wrong. The shadows that moved in the room never came in my direction.

 I didn't know how long it had been since I was locked in that room. But in view of my hunger I thought that several days had passed. But no one came to help me, no matter how much I screamed, hit the walls and even hurt myself, no one came. I was missing pieces of skin on my forearms. Some of the nail polish was missing. Sea toes was black from injury. My skin on my neck was covered with marks and blood. I was in a deplorable state. My patient robe was covered in my own blood. And under his eyes deep black circles from lack of sleep had appeared. But I was going to fall asleep eventually no matter how hungry I felt. After a while I started to hear voices in addition to whispers. They weren't pleasant voices and they weren't languages ​​I understood. I felt like I was going crazy. I didn't even have the strength to speak or even ask the voice to be quiet. I stared at the opposite wall waiting, I didn't know what to wait for, but that was my only goal here.

 I end up falling asleep after a while. As I slept dreamlessly, I heard a thud and footsteps approaching me. But despite the fact that I heard all this, I couldn't wake up. I felt arms wrap around me and carry me out of the room. The people carrying me were walking, and I felt like he was walking through water. I could hear drops of water falling. At a certain point the people and myself ended up climbing the stairs. I had the feeling that climbing the stairs had gone on for an eternity, as if I was locked in a deep place. I heard more than the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs and several deep breaths from people helping me if it was really helping. After what seemed like an eternity they opened a door and laid me on a bed. And he left as if he had never been there. Despite all this I finally heard a voice, it was the same voice as the old man.

 - Sleep well my child, very soon you will see and you will understand the importance of what you are going through.

 The old man eventually left and the rest of the night was quiet. Waking up from this restless I found myself back in my room. My room that I got in the first night. I walked over to the bathroom mirror to look at myself. What I saw confused me. My hair had grown several lengths and was a complete mess. The wounds I had had all disappeared, only scars remained. My body was extremely lean. My eyes were hollow, but I still had a little spark of life and hope in them. I end up heading for the dining room. I had eaten a lot more than I could, I went back to my room without closing the door. I settled into my bed and waited. I felt a lot more than before. And I heard no more whispers instead it was two voices. But he only spoke in a foreign language. A very beautiful woman ended up coming to my room. She was also a patient. She looked at me for a moment before walking away.

 Several months had passed since the events of the small closed room. I had never seen the old man since. And nightmares were less common, but what I did was still scary and unsettling. The two voices were always present and spoke without stopping. One thing that had changed a lot was that I saw shadows moving all over the sanatorium. But now I was no longer afraid of that now I was used to hearing and seeing all of this. I ended up meeting a patient and we kind of became friends. He always told me about the strange ruins. And he thought that certain ruins held some of the greatest secrets. I didn't know what to make of everything he said to me, but I felt deep down that he was right.

This man, my friend, was called Edward, I didn't know his age, but he was overweight. And he had gray hair, a mustache and a trimmed beard. Despite his scary appearance. He was very nice. During the day I spent my time with him even if I didn't speak, I let him do it. I liked listening, the stories he told were always interesting. But the life of a simple patient was soon to end, and the world I was about to discover was going to change my vision of things.

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