It was always the same.
I'm breathlessly running down a seemingly endless hallway.
I'm being chased by something.
I hear its breathing, its growling.
I look behind me and I see a humanoid creature on all fours, chasing me.
His eyes are black,
horns sprout from his brow,
his skin charred as if he was just burning in hell.
What's most alarming is his mouth, or lack thereof.
Where his mouth should rest is skin, flat skin with no sign of ever having a mouth.
His boney fingers latch on to my throat,
I can't breath.
His face contorts into a grimace much worse than before,
a mouth full of razor sharp teeth emerges from his coal black skin.
They leaked into reality.
I saw him
he was standing on the side of the road,
he was jumping through the trees,
he was following me.
My childhood was haunted by this...