There was no longer a lock on his throat but a vise cutting off not only his voice but his breathe. His heart beat franticly to move his frozen blood through his petrified body.
The precarious hold he had over his mind after so many years therapy and work was quickly being undermined by fears and uncertainties he couldn’t completely rein in.There is something here!!There is not!!Is to!!Not!!
He wished he could scream just so he could get those two conflicting parts of his brain to shut up.“David,” crooned the tomb rusted voice….right next to him…. in my own bed.
His whole system was overwhelmed and he completely shut down.
There was a sound as if wind through a broken window as he passed out.
He laid, eyes unseen, facing the wall next to his bed.His mind went about trying to repair the damage just inflicted on it…It was just a dream. It was ju—
“David. I beg to differ.”
His eyes and mind fought comprehending what was right before them. The vise opened a fraction of an inch.The phantasm slide up the wall, took a lurching step towards him and with pops of tendons, squeal of bone on bone it shakily raise its arm and point its bone of an index finger at him.
“I have something to tell you.” Its ancient voice wheezed out.
The vise flew wide and David scream loud enough to wake the dead.