Chapter 24: Logging onto the Website
Miles found himself cloaked in an oppressive sense of suffocation, his struggle for breath reminiscent of a smothering hand. While his mind remained lucid, his body was locked in paralysis. Here, his dim quarters took on the chilling ambiance of a dark prison, with him as the trapped prisoner. It felt like he was sinking into an endless abyss, bound eternally.
Then, out of nowhere, the inky ceiling morphed into a massive, ghostly eye. Despite being closed, its ominous presence was palpable. It sprawled across the entire ceiling, and its eerie gaze seemingly fixed on him.
A sudden “thud” resonated out of the blue, and a frigid sensation nipped at his cheek as if rending his flesh open – a blood-red eye emerged from the torn skin, its reveal eerie and unsettling to Miles.
His mind was swamped with a surreal perspective over this. He could sense something squirming within him, its movements sporadic and unsettling to the point of tearing through flesh and skin.
But Miles was clear-minded. He wanted to move but was powerless against this unknown entity wreaking havoc within him. A scream was at the tip of his tongue, but his lips merely twitched, silencing his voice.
This agonizing ordeal was not short-lived – it persisted for two to three excruciating hours as he bore the torment in his wide-awake state. The duration seemed to stretch into eternity, but he wasn’t sure how he’d survived.
Finally, around six in the evening, the torment ceased abruptly, and sensation flooded back into his body. The moment he could move, he pushed himself up from the bed, drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air.
Miles raised his trembling hand and whispered, “What happened? I felt like I was coming apart as if something wanted to burst out of me. Was it because of that giant eye?”
He pondered over his shaking hand in silence for a moment before he pulled out a piece of dark brown parchment from his pocket. He inquired, “Can you tell me what just happened?”