Insane

The night, a place of peace of a satisfying nature... for who doesn't feel the stares of dark souls: their eyes out so big so white a black light with white colors, their mounth so big... smiling....ear to ear. Suddenly a viscid hand grabs hungrily my leg, the grip like ice their touch paralizying. I scream and pull away but they already killed me my organs out of me and blood runs down my face. Then I sit up, I swear that I died. I still feel the pain of my unskinned shape. I swear on my brain that I'm not insane