Nightmares
by Charles Pyke
My nightmare embarked in a familiar but unfamiliar setting; a place I have visited before only now indeed very warped. It was at a ancient burial ground where some of my ancestors are at rest, inside coffins below the world, and where I will one day join them. To my right was the ruinated church which once serviced my archiac rural residence for all funeral processions, and creeper clung to it's moisture-stained walls, sunken gambrel roof, and upon the parapeted belfry adjunct to it's western flank. As I espied that bell tower some colossal bats vomitted from the aperature beneath it's battlements, and scattered into the night sky below the sickle moon. Far off in the distance beyond the spiked fence enclosing this spacious lot, I then detected a will-o'-the-wisp blanketing the swamplands there, and it actually twinkled. For reasons unknown I focussed my eyes onto the cemetery grounds, and absorbed the twisted landscape of crooked, cracked, toppled-over, and completely broken gravestones; amongst the montrous statues of demon creatures, and rotten charnel-houses with collapsed roofs. An uncanny mist emanated from the soggy earth, and everything within was uniformed in fuzzy fungi. Then a cataclysmic boom blasted from above, and I looked up and beheld massive black thunderclouds occupying the sky. Before I knew it I was besieged by a torrent of falling frogs, and was walloped many times on route to shelter. In a fit of extreme distress I charged right through the rotten oak entrance door like a battering ram, and when inside was presented with a nausious mien of mucky mildew, fat sweaty rats, beefy arachnids with muscular limbs, and irritant insects too grotesque for description. All of these vile things scurried, slithered, and darted about the filthy decor of the wretchid auditorium space; of black plinths footing every caraydidian pillar, cob-web smothered pews, slime coated altar, and a corroded low suspending chandelier. As I peered around at this murky space of obscene activity, I heard from outside rapid rain drops striking the earth, and felt somewhat relieved to hear that the frogs were no more. I turned myself around and walked back outside from the repellent scene within, only to be presented with another.
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