First night
I woke up with a start, sweating and shaking. I had had a horrible nightmare, the worst of my life. He couldn't believe what he had seen, what he had done.
In my dream, I was in an abandoned house, surrounded by mutilated corpses. There was blood everywhere, and a nauseating smell. I had a knife in my hand, and an evil smile on my face. I enjoyed my work, my fun.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. Someone had entered the house. She was a young, blonde and pretty woman. She was lost and was looking for help. Seeing me, she got scared and screamed. She tried to escape, but I chased her. I caught her and threw her to the ground. I stabbed the knife into her chest, again and again. She writhed and cried, but I felt nothing. Solo pleasure.
When she stopped moving, I let go of her and stood up. I cleaned my knife and put it away. Then, I walked over to the door and opened it. Outside, there was a police car. Two officers pointed their guns at me and ordered me to surrender. I smiled at them and said:
- Don't worry, it was just a dream.
Then, I woke up.
Night Two
He was in a dark room, tied to a chair. In front of me, there was a giant screen showing horrible images. I saw scenes of torture, violence, death and suffering. I heard screams, cries, evil laughter and loud music. I couldn't look away or close my eyes. It was hell.
Suddenly, the screen went off and a light came on. A man came in wearing a white coat and a mask. He approached me and said:
- Hello, I'm Doctor Nightmare. I am here to help you overcome your fears. I have subjected you to intensive exposure therapy, where I have shown you everything that terrifies you. Now, you are going to face your greatest fear. You know which one is?
I couldn't speak. I could only shake and sweat. The man smiled and took a syringe out of his pocket.
- It's death. You are terrified of dying. Therefore, I am going to inject you with a lethal poison that will make you slowly die. Thus, you will be able to experience death and free yourself from your phobia. Is not it wonderful?
He held the syringe to my neck and said:
- Don't worry, it's just a dream.
Then, he poked me.
Night Three
I always liked art, but I never imagined that it would bring me a nightmare. It all started when I visited a painting exhibition at the museum. There were works of different styles and periods, but one caught my attention. It was a large painting, in dark colors, that represented a macabre scene. A man was seen tied to a table, surrounded by torture instruments. Next to him, there was a hooded figure stabbing him in the heart with a knife. The painting was titled "The Sacrifice."
I stared at the painting, hypnotized by its realism and its cruelty. I felt a chill and a feeling of discomfort. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. It was as if the painting attracted me, spoke to me, invited me to enter. Suddenly everything went black and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I found myself in the same place as the painting. He was tied to a table, surrounded by torture instruments. Next to me, there was a hooded figure stabbing me in the heart with a knife. I felt unbearable pain and absolute terror. I screamed, but no one heard me. It was a nightmare, but I couldn't wake up.
The hooded figure removed his hood and looked me in the eyes. It was myself. He told me with a sinister voice:
- This is the price of art. You have to suffer to create. You have to die to live.
Then, I woke up.
