Unspeakable: Beyond The Wall Of Sleep Novels & Stories

We were just dancing around but ended up laughing too hard when Chris was on the floor doing weird dances. After a few more minutes of goofing around, I just found us drinking shots on the couch while laughing out loud. I don't know what time it was, all I know is that we were having fun and making memories. I felt a heavy pang in my head as soon as I woke up, my vision was blurry but I can make up a guy standing at the edge of my bed. I shut my eyes close and just jumped out of bed when it all sink in, I fixed my vision towards the guy infront of me. It was Sky.

The pressure changes, less like being crushed and more like being examined by something ancient and nosy. You brought company, the Sleeper observes, sounding mildly entertained. They smell like math. “I’m so sorry,” I mutter automatically. The Arbiter recovers, wings flaring wide as it attempts to reassert control. UNAUTHORIZED ENTITY. THIS WORLD IS UNDER SYSTEM REVIEW. WITHDRAW OR BE— No, the Sleeper interrupts flatly. The word lands like a brick dropped into a glass cathedral. The void ripples. One of the fractured reflections explodes outright, shards dissolving into harmless sparks. Wolves yelp as gravity snaps back briefly, sending Blake crashing face-first into Ethan’s shoulder.

Eyes closed I listened to the sound of an empty room. There was no indication that anyone was in there, no ones breathing or heartbeats there was just silence. The only breathing was mine as I laid on my bed. I was awake but for some reason I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I just laid there. I could feel the silk fabric of what I could only believe could be a nightgown because of the lack of fabric on my arms. It only covered a bit of my upper body and little bit over my cunt. I could tell I wasn’t wearing any underwear because even though there was no breeze I can still feel the air blow against my cunt. I was starting to panic a bit, it was getting a bit scary. It was like I was paralyze

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

her mother asked, her concern muffled as if coming from underwater. Maxine struggled to focus, but everything remained fuzzy. Shimmering forms and outlines fluttered before her eyes, while her frantic mother’s voice merged into an indecipherable backdrop with Mr. Damore’s smooth tone. The words sounded different, yet one key phrase etched itself in her mind: *“We need to wake the darkness within you. This month. This month. Maxine, we will finally meet.”* The words echoed in her head like a haunting refrain, sending chills up and down her spine. Her senses were overwhelmed by the crippling heat of her fever and the alien voice whispering ominously in her ear.

Their mouth moves, but the words come seconds late, stretched thin by the temporal eddies whipping around us. "—hold on—" Too late. The surge hits me like a lightning strike to the spine. My null-energy detonates , uncontrolled, a shockwave of negation ripping outward in a perfect sphere. The ground beneath us unmakes —not crumbling, not burning, just ceasing in a silent, impossible blink. For one heart-stopping second, we hang suspended over absolute void. Then reality snaps back with a sound like a gunshot, new ground forming beneath our feet—different ground, wrong ground, grass that glows faintly blue and whispers in a language I almost recognize.

A very long time passed before he managed to form a single coherent thought. Who the hell was that? *** “I have a question.” Wisnumurti and Bajul both stopped eating and looked at him. “What kind of question?” Bajul asked. “When you're asleep and get sleep paralysis, can you see or hear things that aren't actually there?” The two men exchanged puzzled glances. “What happened?” Wisnumurti asked. “Last night I had sleep paralysis. I couldn't move at all. Then someone appeared in my room.” “Who?”

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c