Tales from the Crypt: Night Mare
There sits a house at the edge of town, once full of life now seemingly abandoned rather recently. A man clad in heavy white and gold armor makes his way inside, the creaking of the door permeating the otherwise still and silent air. As he takes in the surroundings of the former abode, he notices a journal haphazardly abandoned on the floor. Rather nondescript and slightly damaged, he bends to pick it up and flicks through the pages to the latest entries and begins to read.
I came across the most peculiar thing I’ve ever seen today. As I was coming home from my usual evening walk, I noticed a horse just standing by the river’s edge; it had no saddle nor harness, nor did I see anyone around to whom it might have belonged. I approached it slowly so as to not spook it, but it made no effort to move or get away, it just silently watched me. The poor thing was soaking wet though, I wonder if something had happened to it and it ended up getting washed down the river and was in shock. In any case I gave it a few gentle, comforting pets and looked it over for injuries. Seeing that it looked alright I briefly left to go to my house and grab a couple carrots and a lead with hopes of bringing back, but when I had returned it was gone. My hope is that someone else was able to get it to safety, but I’ll keep an eye out for it in the coming days regardless.
Oh by Wenna, I am exhausted today. My sleep was interrupted by rather strange and somewhat unsettling dreams. I don’t remember much of them, just flashes of drowning in an inky blackness and a sensation I can only describe as being swallowed whole by something much larger than I. It’s been a long while since I had nightmares like that, I have vague recollections of being a young girl clutching to my mother’s skirt bawling from them. That stopped after I hit puberty, however, so this is a bit unusual for me. I think I’ll just take it easy today, hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Gods, I had hoped that those nightmares were going to be a one-off thing, but it’s been several days and I’m still having them. As the nights progress I swear they’re getting worse as well, though it’s hard to say. In all honesty they’re probably being spurred on by stress, I admittedly haven't let myself relax and unwind in quite some time so it seems that’s finally catching up to me. I’m sure things will go back to normal in a few days time and I can get a full night's sleep. As it is, in my tired state I managed to slice my hand open while prepping dinner earlier, strangely though I found I didn’t mind the pain from the cut. I will say that the sight of my blood staining the floor crimson woke me up so that’s something. With any luck I won’t do that again.
[The next entry is written in extremely shaky and messy handwriting]
its getting worse
the nightmares wont stop, the ripping the tearing, im getting eaten from the inside
i wake and i still feel it, the aches, the stickiness of blood and viscera
pain stops it though, i dig my nails into my skin and i feel like me again
a momentary reprieve
i can see shadows in the corners of my eyes, i hear screams, the beating of hooves
make it stop
[The final page is splattered with and scrawled in blood]
RIP THE FLESH
TEAR OUT ORGANS
END THE PAIN
The Knight Valiant sighs as he closes and sets the journal back down and takes in the scene around him. The house is in complete disarray as belongings have been thrown and scattered everywhere; blood has been splattered and smeared everywhere, and there’s chunks of flesh left to rot. With nothing left to glean here, the Knight leaves the house and draws his sword as he sets off to slay the monstrosity and complete his job here.