Nightmare.

:: Disclaimer: the following post is scary. I repeat, scary. This is as much horror as I can make it, and all events are told are REAL. You're warned, y'all. And don't ask me why I'm so sick.::

As suggested by Ultra. ;)

I had a nightmare once. Usually, I don't dream, and if I do, I pretty much never remember them. Except this one had me sitting up in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, literally shaking with fear at 4PM.
But I'm a wuss anyways, so some of y'all may think nothing of this.

By the way, in case none of youse know, I'm actually a buddhist, so I will mention some buddhism related stuff.

Ok. let's begin.

I begin my dream by me meeting up with my family (my mum, 2 brothers and me, my auntie and her 3 kids). We're going on a buddhist pilgrimage, to pray for lost souls. So that's all fine and dandy, till we're told we're going to get there by train, and we're going to meet the buddhist master at the train station.

We come to a cave. The cave is dark, damp, with wet walls, and it's mostly a brackish grey colour. It's large though, and bustling with people. We take a staircase cut into the walls of the cave, and walk into an enclosed space, it's about 1/4 the size of a football field, and same damp, dark, space. The general feeling is of uneasiness.

As we walk into the enclosed space, I see a small pocket of water by the wall of the cave. It's cut into the walls of the cave, the size of a sink, and when you look at the water, all you see is blackness. It's deep though, god knows how deep.
Just as I'm musing about the depth of the water, the buddhist master appears by our side. He casually informs that the small pool of water has future reading abilities, and proceeds to peer into the water. He starts talking about what he can see into our pilgrimage trip, and I tune out. I stare hard at the water. If I stare hard enough, I can see blurry images appearing in shade of black and white. It's too blurry to specifically see anything, so I give up just in time for my master to tell us in a grave tone of voice that we should "be strong for the journey" and that he prays that everyone of us can make it through.

Before I manage to decipher what he actually means by 'make it through', he shows us the train is here. Ahh, I see. It's a normal MRT train. Hard orange plastic seats, fluorescent lighting and the general bustle of society files into the train in a flurry of activity. Places to go, people to see.
I step in, surrounded by my family. There's no place to sit, so we all sit on the place.
I finally manage to get a look at how large our group actually is. There's about 30 odd of us, and we're all seated on the floor. We're the only ones sitting on the floor.
The next stop floods us with bright sunlight. Stop after stop, we see busy people with shopping bags and groceries, going about their busy lives. We're informed that ours is the last stop, and after watching a few more stops whizz by, we sleep.

When I wake up, I find myself hugging my brother from behind, and the train has entered a tunnel. The muted lighting in the cabin brings everything into hazy focus. I find that everybody in our group is sitting very close together to the point of being squashed together. Suddenly, the shock hits me. We're going on a ghost trip.

The further the train travels, the deeper and darker the cabin becomes. The people that file into the cabin become steadily fewer and increasingly more silent. With cold watchful eyes.
I suddenly get it.
They're GHOSTS. Some of the passengers are human, some are ghosts, and some are hybrids of both. They all look human. Same figure, and these are solid ghosts, not the wavery transparent type.

How to tell? The ghosts are pale. Their faces are white under the lighting. They look like they have white make up on, with dark eyes speaking of unknown secrets. And the ghosts have one big difference. Their throats are slit open. The blackish maroon insides of their throats wink open, with a thin string of surgical tubing hanging outside of their throats, a good 10cm down the middle of their esophagus down to their chest.

I stare at the tubing. I will my eyes to shut. Somehow, some one informs me that I cannot let the ghosts catch me staring at them. They will kill me. They will do unspeakable dark things to me. I find a ghost. Male. Staring at me. His eyes are cold with the knowledge of evil secrets. Secrets that are best unknown. They inform me that he knows. He knows and he is watching me. Seeing if I am real. I freeze in terror. I shut my eyes, knowing that it might be my last.
I hug my brother tighter. I chant in my head. pleaseletmegopleasedon'tlookatmepleasegoaway

When I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes, we're here. And our mission to go into the centre of the ghost town, and pray for their release. To set them free and to get another try at life. To be able ot reincarnate. Because this town is a middle town. It bears a gateway to the underground (i.e.: HELL) and the middle ground. (LIFE as we know it. Reality.)

We trudge along the broken pavement. Everywhere, chaos ensue. There is screaming. There is pain, cruelty and the sadistic joy of madness in the air. Among the silhoulette of houses and shacks, there is the crimson wave of blood spattered over everything. Some of the houses have red roofs that glow among the darkness. It feels like a holocaust. Shapeless figurines glide along dark shadows, some out and out leering at us. We have to keep a low profile. If they see us, if they know what we were going to do, they would not hestitate to kill us in a second. I hurry faster. We're almost there. I can see it. A temple. These ghostly folk would enjoy killing us. I hurry. I see the door!

An orange temple, decked in yellow, orange and red. It looks like an ordinary temple. It is small, shabby and unkept. No one is around. Everywhere I look there is debris. It looks like the afterscene of a riot. But no matter. I tell myself, the main thing is sincerity in praying. You must have sincerity in your heart. And your prayers will be heard.

I see the master in front falling to his knees. we immediately drop down too. And the 30 of us, we start praying. Outside, we can hear screams, angry yells and the roar of a crowd that has just found out what we are doing.

I close my eyes. And I pray harder.