Reccuring Nightmare

As I go down the stairs, down into its concealing darkness. The air gets thicker. Its getting harder to breath. I follow the stairs further down, further and further, deeper and deeper. I can’t go back now. What will I find? What will I discover? Where will it lead me? I want my answer, I need my answer. Obsessed by my curiosity, driven to a place I don’t belong. Desecration, violation, unforgivable. Voices, I hear voices. Is anyone down there?! Answer me, please respond?! The voices get louder and louder. But I can’t understand a word. It’s like whispering, loud whispering. Long and unintelligible words forming sentences.

“Follow us,
Hear our voices silent and sweet.
Come down here, come to us,
Please find us, and make us complete.

Follow Us,
Hear our plea, true and sincere.
Come and save us, come to us,
Please save us, before we disappear.”

“I can hear you! Where are you! Answer me now!” Silence, suddenly a deafening silence. I stop descending an try to listen for any form of sound. But there was nothing. Hello! I mean you no harm! I yelled through the staircase. But again no answer. I take two more steps down and I hear footsteps behind me. Farther up the stairs. But they stop as soon as I stand still. One step at a time, something is following me. Not drawing closer, but skulking in the shadows. Do I dare to go back up to find out? Do I dare to go further into the abyss to find the origin of the voices? Do I have a choice? I can’t stay here. So I decide to descend even further. The voices, I can’t hear them anymore. But the footsteps are getting louder and louder. So I try to speed up my pace. But they are coming closer, and the steps have hastened. I suddenly shudder, a cold creeps up my spine and in an instant the footsteps are in front of me. Going down, faster and faster. All of the sudden I hear another voice, it’s not a whisper, It's not one of the voices I heard earlier. This time, it is more threatening.

“I will find you,
You’ll get what you deserve.
Don’t try to fight this, don’t resist.
Face me if you got the nerve.

I will hunt you,
You’ll be my little prey.
Don’t try to hide, don’t try to flee.
You will face your maker today.”

I try to get down the stairs, but they seem endless. I must have taken a 1000 steps already. I take another 100, 200, 300, but still there is no end. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I go. I running out of breath. I need a break. “HELP US! HE IS HERE!” A loud scream not far from where I am. “COME HERE YOU LITTLE ROADENT! LET ME TASTE YOUR FLESH!” I go even faster and almost lose my balance. But in that moment I hear the voices again. “You were too late, you were too late again.” Again? What are they talking about. “Go back to where you came from.” “You failed again.” Confused and scared, I take a few steps back up the stair and to my surprise I am back at the top of the stairs. Back in the old chapel. In my arms the body of a small girl. Torn flesh, and blood dripping on the floor. My heart begins to race and I see the face of the girl. Tears still wet, and running down her face I cannot tell who she is. Who is she? What have I failed to do? What is happening to me?!