My Fascination With Horror


I don't remember the first time I got hooked, and neither do I recall what movie I watched that got this little addiction going. When I was a kid though, I used to have really weird dreams, and I know that because I can still remember most of them. Here's the very first one I ever had. Enjoy.

The Vent

I was in a dimly-lit bedroom (not sure if it was mine or someone else's) with purplish-red undertones. It was silent, and there were no windows at all, just a vent on the wall directly across my bed. I was snuggled up cozily under incredibly soft blankets and I could hear the gentle whirring of the air conditioner.

I got out of bed, put on slippers - and soon found out there was no door. The only opening I could see was the vent, which efficiently happened to be unscrewed. I peeked inside and being assured that it was clean and had no roaches, I took the lid off and squeezed in.

Suddenly, I was in a dark place, bathed with red lights. It took me a while to notice that I was under floorboards and a little longer to understand what the people above me were talking about. I saw a gap between the boards and looked up, only to see... nothing. There was no one there. But I could bet on my life that I could hear people talking, though I couldn't see them.

They were talking about skinning me alive! (I have no idea how a 5-year-old could've come up with this or why I even knew then about 'skinning'.) They wanted my blood as well, though I don't remember why and what they needed it for.

My breath quickened and I started to feel nauseous. I didn't want to die. I cried silently and hoped I could leave that horrible place unnoticed, and as if fate thought I needed even a glare of hope, I wound up in bed instantly. I sighed, relieved. That's when I noticed the vent wide open. The lid had vanished and I was staring directly at the opening, my mind filled with thoughts of what could come out. The last time I had gone inside the vent, I learned someone wanted me to die, and I wanted to be anywhere but near its opening. I didn't know what else to do so I just sat in bed and stared at the darkness.

A few seconds later, I heard a faint scratching noise. It sounded like it was above me at first, but as I listened more closely, I realized it was coming from somewhere up the vent. I got curious (Ugh, typical for horror characters, right?) and approached the vent. When I was just a few feet away, the sound got louder but instead of running back under the covers, I kneel and crawl towards it. For some reason, the vent had gotten smaller.

It only took a split second to switch from curious to struggling. I was now trying to get back (crawling furiously back) to my bed but an unseen force was pulling me inside the vent. Seconds later, both my feet were forced into it, my skin slowly getting scraped by the sides of the vent. I couldn't fit at all, and what's worse is that the thing that wanted me in the vent was pulling so hard at my feet that all my body could do was to squeeze itself in, my ribs and other bones cracking in the process. Blood spurted everywhere as little by little, my body caved in itself. I could no longer cry, but I could see my mouth gaping wide and my eyes almost ready to burst. 

Just like that, I was dead. Though I 'died' already, I could still hear myself being dragged within the vent until silence consumed the area. Once again, it became quiet. What's scary is that no one would know what happened. I was shut off from the world with no doors or windows anywhere. The vent was the only passage. 


I just have this insane fixation on horror-related things! I don't know how or why, but it's something I'm comfortable watching no matter what time of the day it is. I have other dreams which are a bit more... disturbing, but I'll leave that for another time. Ciao.

P.S. Yeah, so apparently, I skipped July too. Bummer. I have to keep up on things! Hopefully I have time this week to plan my post topics for the month.