Okay holy schleebel I just slept all damn day, accidentally. And.
(you will not sleep if you have an active imagination, save for later, no images here though if that helps)

I don’t know. you know that sound footage from older cameras make? That CRT kinda sound? that was the ambiance, as if a perpetual noise straight from my eardrums (obnoxiously loud).

And, it was a “casual” day, except it was a place I had never lived in before, thin ass apartment, and there was this dog, a nice looking golden retriever.

Things just didn’t look right though…. I mean there’s already a brain splitting noise going on so of course the environment is also fucked. But anyways… I go to the kitchen, open the fridge, and then turn back to the damn doorway and I swear.
(might wanna stop reading)

That CRT sound? Stops, completely, and I see this dog, standing up perfectly at the same height as me with the most sunken, depressed, eyes I have ever seen on a creature, eyes that asked for an answer to a question i didn’t know…
And I don’t know how long I stood there, but the dream didn’t just end,

Something in me felt… Bad for the.. “dog” I don’t know but something about its expression gave off just… Pure suffering,
It’s as if I could almost hear it talking to me. Like
“Help, me. Get me, out. Help. ME.”

i didn’t even fucking react when I woke up, kinda felt like I just switched games or some shit lmao just stated existed didn’t even question the experience I was having just a few minutes ago,
Shit so scary I just logged out.

For me it’s 12. I’m going to post this, sorry! THE WARNING IS FOR A REASON! be thankful there’s no sketch!!!
i fucking hate my brain, I’ve never even owned a retriever.

Been pondering on if I should make the first post late at night, don’t want to disturb anyone.
But,
I really want to talk about this, so I’ll start off light, trigger warning anyway if you have an imagination that disturbs you (like mine).

There’s this entity that often visits me, I call him Voidman, he is very vivid, he consists of a pure shadow dressed in a stained worn out 1970s suit that has the distinct smell of slightly expired ketchup (don’t ask why i remember that), he always carries around this broken briefcase that I swear is just half a briefcase I don’t know.

That’s not even the most memorable part of his presence, no, it’s the eyes , the best way I can describe it is that he has these bloated eyes almost as if they’re about to pop, and the eyes are so sharp too, it’s like if a corpse just stood up and stared DEAD into your soul.

He’s always there in my dreams in one way or another, usually before I wake up.
He used to scare me, but he’s more tame compared to some of the more borderline insane things I will mention later sometime, not to downplay the psychological warfare this fucker plays on me though… Here’s a more tame sketch of what he would look like, I don’t think i could ever render what he actually looks like it’s just too vivid and in detail. I could never do it justice.
(I made up a scenario for this drawing too lol did a senderman filter and everything, forgot to stain his suit though he looks too clean, this image is outdated tho lol)