Part 5
Another dream circled through Paul's mind as he slept so deeply that he was unable to wake himself up. These kind of sleeps seemed to be occurring more often than would be considered healthy.
Tim's hands rose slowly and the seemingly dead body began to move. Blood was spurting from the wound in his chest and his heart could be heard echoing through Paul's mind. Voiceless words left the blood filled mouth but he knew what was being said. Why� Why�Why� over and over again. Tim's eyes were colourless, other than the reflection of fire burning with in them. The image was spun around and there, behind him were the flames. A loud, haunting laugh filled his mind as he glared into the fire and saw a face appear within it. The face of the devil. Paul screamed and screamed but his voice box tightened and he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't breath much less scream.
His mouth opened to form silent words. 'Richard'�'Tim'� 'help'� and eerily Richards dead form appeared once more before his minds eye. His face was covered in blood, his body had begun to decay and fall apart. He opened his mouth to speak but it wasn't words that left his being� bugs� worms� maggots. Uncountable numbers of ground dwelling beings oozed slowly down but did not hit a hard surface. They kept falling down and down causing Paul to look to his feet. Nothing� They were standing on thin air but below them� hundreds of meters down, he could vaguely make out a large wooden box� a coffin that looked as though it could fit 4 giants, However, it was not giants that occupied this receptacle� He strained to see what was moving inside before he looked back to Richard and Tim. Their mouths opened again and this time the words screeched through his mind like nails on a black board.
"Gooooooooooodddddddbbbyyyyeeeeeeee Paaaaauuuuuuuuullllll" they said in a childish tone and suddenly he began to fall as if in slow motion. He tried calling out� 'NO' he attempted to say but was still silent. He fell down� down� down� down towards the coffin and he was able to make out what was in it. Body parts. Arms, legs, eyes, noses, ears, you name it, it was in the coffin in which he was heading towards. The arms began to reach up towards him and grabbed him as he fell close enough. Horror was the look on his face as they began to drag him down. He stretched his arms towards Tim and Richard who hovered above him but his body had become immersed in rotting stench ridden limbs. His face disappeared and his arm sank into the deep.
Once again Paul jumped awake and found himself sweating profusely. He screamed with all the force he could possibly muster and stopped when what looked like a nurse came running to his aid.
"My goodness Mr. McDermott� you must have been terrified" She said and tried to calm him down. She injected some sort of medicinal fluid into the drip that was attached to his wrist and forced him to lay back. Paul managed to ask where he was and found that he was in hospital.
"You were attacked my dear� Police say that you were going to warn your friend but alas� you were too late. How terrible you must feel. Losing your 2 best friends in 2 days. The police feel that you are in great danger dear so they have posted guards outside your ward. Don't worry your bruised little head about it� you're safe in hear� oh listen to me I'm rambling on about things I shouldn't be� lay down dear� you'll be fine"
'I'll be fine' he thought. 'We'll all be fine'. He smiled at the nurse and lay back to allow the drugs to take effect. Soon enough, they did� and he slept once more.
part 6