Real Nightmare

Drops of cold sweat covered his back. There he was again, standing alone on a dark alley. There was nobody around him, and a cold breeze of wind was making his skin crawl. Suddenly, a pair of dead-looking hands grabbed him from the back, leaving the unable to escape from that awful place. Vicious claws dug into his skin, making even breathing hurt like the same hell. He almost ripped his throat open trying to scream, but it was in vain. That place was a little branch office of the same hell. Blazing flames surrounded the young man, making him feel as if his skin was about to explode. Life was painfully slipping away from his hands, and there was no God able to stop it.
A maniacal laughter filled the place. There was no point in crying or trying to pray. The devil was the absolute ruler of that place, happily devouring every inch of the young man. Breathing got painful than ever.. . The poor soul felt as if something kept stabbing his chest with an infected knife.. And then, everything faded to back...
He tried to open up his eyes, praying for this nightmare to be only so; a terrible dream and nothing more. But the thick stream of blood running from his chest to the floor reminded him that, in fact, that terrible dream was painfully real,