Then all I hear is A scream. Then I run out of my tent. Then, I see all my friends drinking beers and smoking at the campfire. Oscar and Sarah were playing video games. Sarah kept screaming because they were playing a horror multiplayer mobile game. Dante and Mary were doing a corny couple of activities. Emma was reading Candyman by Clive Barker.
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The sound of button mashing in the air was like music in my ears, besides the fact Oscar had been getting ass beat. All I heard was stop breaking my fucking counter!!! Emma, dam nigga you've been giving me Ls all day. This shit feels like competitive rank.
I walked over to the cooler and then grabbed a bottle of water. The water was very great and refreshing. It felt like my vitality was restored with every sip. I took a few more sips of the water. I then walked over to Emma. Then, I asked if I could hit her blunt a few times. She then passes me the blunt. I inhaled and exhaled a few times. I started coughing loudly and passed her the blunt. Emma laughing said Silver, when did you get baby lungs? You act like a lightweight dude. She then hits the blunt twice in a row.
Emma then said you look stressed out and tried. She passed me the blunt. Then she said what's going on inside that head of yours? I hit the blunt this time, taking a resounding hit. Then I said I have been having nightmares and these weird visions. These nightmares feel so real. It's like I was in a whole world. I could taste, hear, smell, and could feel everything. These horrific dreams are about these goat demons who are trying to make their tool. I felt like I was just a puppet.
I woke up with a damaged left arm. That's why I have been using my arm this whole time. Then Emma, with a nervous look, said You sure you didn't sleep on it wrong or something? If you want, we can pray so that you don't see those visions, just like my dad used to do when we were younger. Then I said I need all the faith and good vibes I can get. Lord knows I'm tired of these dreams. Emma pulled out a beautiful golden crucifix that her father gave her. She then held both of my hands with her warm hands. Emma then started to say the generic payer. It felt like time itself stopped for a moment.
I started hearing screams of vengeful souls and voices of the dead in my head. Then, all of the voices synced. It was like they were a hive mind. Silver crow? Silver crow? Do you hear me, little silver bird? You probably don't even recognize my voice due to all the souls I have to use to send these messages to your mind. You will soon witness the birth of one of the first abominations born into this martial plane. You will notice the rise of an apostle and other creatures. Little silver crows may have feathers, but you still have much to learn about this omniverse. Little crow, when will you know? When will you stop being stuck in cognitive dissonance? When will you open your mind and wings? Soon, you shall grow into a garden of knowledge bearing the fruits of the secret and shall be nurturing for the offspring of the black Gaia children and grandchildren. We are always watching you. We will always care. You have been branded, little silver crow
We will never lose your scent, no matter how far you fly.
You are Odin's silver crow child. In that scent of knowledge is like an intoxicating flower.
Everything went back to normal. I couldn't hear the demonic voices anymore. Emma then punches my shoulder. Then I said Who do you think you are, George Foreman or Joe Louis? Emma laughed at me and then pulled out a weed brownie. Emma then said Take this. It will probably help you with your dream problems. You are still that daydream who would get in trouble at my daddy's church. Emma then walked away laughing. I put the brownie in my pocket. Then all I hear is Oscar scream sliver, and get over here we got some heads to bust.
I grabbed my chair and held it, then walked over to where Oscar was. I pulled out my iPhone, then unlocked my phone, and opened Call of Doom. It was a multiplayer shooting game where you team up to kill demons. Oscar played multiple rounds and modes, such as team deathmatch and free-for-all. Then, we took a break for a while to talk.
Then Oscar said so I have been having these weird dreams, bro. Like no cap, these dreams have been fucking with me. I sometimes see these demonic goat creatures, and I have seen zombies and horrific creatures that I can't even describe. They were a mockery of creation itself. I saw appalling sights that would make an ordinary person mad or worse.
It felt like I was astral in a projection. But this time, it felt natural. This black scarab humanoid creature kept protecting me from this half-goat half-man. The creature said his name was Khan-Kaggen Khepri, the son of Loth. The beast gave me this magical seal. He showed me his hand. It had a pentagram with a black holy scarab. It was glowing. Oscar then said that only cosmic beings, or ones who have the marks of gods.
Then I said I also have been having some wild dreams. They are very similar. It seemed like they were experimenting with me, and they even said that my body was going through a physical, spiritual, and mental metamorphosis. They kept calling me a crow. They even knew my last name. I could feel the pain of their torture and other sick rituals. It felt like I was in a different, horrid, dark reality. I could feel the wolfsbane brush against my skin.
One of the demonic creatures even forced me to eat some undead flesh. The flesh smelled like rotten meat under a harsh sun for millions of years. Oscar said it is best to keep these dreams or visions between us. The others wouldn't understand. They would probably just think we are on drugs, bro. or that we are just going crazy, maybe even both. Like they might think someone laced your weed, and I must have got some contact high. I don't know how weed works, and Then I said yeah, you don't have an idea how weed works. We got it from a dispensary, not a drug dealer who likes to get his customers to lace their friends and themselves, so they keep on coming back, and man!!? I have no clue, bro you know I don't fuck with drugs. My nigga, this shit is so wild.