A young man had fallen asleep in a pub after drinking with his friends. The bartender shook his shoulder to wake him up and told him that he needed to go home, as they were ready to close up the pub. He gathered his things and stepped out into the snow, the air chilling his skin. The man quickly threw his jacket on before heading home.
He continued walking through the cold night, listening to nothing but the crunch of the snow under his feet as he left the town, making his way into the forest. Eventually, a house of brick and wood came into view. As the man reached for the knob of the front door, he spun around and looked behind him, finding nothing. It was unclear if he was hearing things, but...
Perhaps he was just tired.
He stepped inside and slipped his boots off and hung up his jacket, moving to the kitchen to make some tea in order to help him sleep. Again, he had to look around, as he could've sworn he could hear breathing. Again, he saw nothing and continued upstairs to his bedroom with his tea. The further he walked, the more unsettled he felt.
He drank his tea and settled into bed, laying his head on the pillow, he looked out his bedside window and found a pair of red eyes looking back. He jolted upward in bed and looked again to find nothing but the snow gathering on the windowsill. He laid back down, breathing heavily. His heart beating rapidly. He slowly and steadily and continuously told himself it wasn't really there.
He was seeing things.
What he saw didn't exist.
Eventually, he finally calmed down and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
When he woke up, he found he couldn't see through his bedside window because the snow had somehow managed to cover it. He looked to the cup he drank his tea from on his sidetable and picked it up, taking it downstairs to the kitchen, only to find that his front door was open and snow had collapsed through the front door, the opening completely blocked off. He felt a chill and looked around. As he moved to the kitchen, he found a black shadow in the shape of a distorted man standing in the center of the kitchen.
Welcome to your nightmare!
The man spun on his heel and ran out of the kitchen to get away from the creature. The shadow chased him, managing to catch up quite easily. Thinking quickly, the man smashed his cup against the wall and stabbed the shadow with a large shard of glass, eliciting an ear-piercing shriek from the inhuman monstrosity. From the wound, there was no blood, but a black thick substance.
Realizing it wasn't enough to stop the monster, the man quickly ran upstairs and opened his window, knocking the snow covering it away. He stepped onto the snow covered roof and slammed the windows shut before turning to find a way down.
Only to find dozens of mutilated corpses littering the snow below the roof. A number of corpses were impaled on thick tree branches, multiple stab wounds spurting unending blood from the wounds. More nailed to the trunks of the trees with different objects from knives, to branches, to metal pipes. Even more were laid out in the snow, there skin covered in frost and ready to peel away at the slightest touch.
And all of them were headless.
Welcome to your greatest nightmare!
He turned to find the shadow looming over him. The shadow rammed multiple sharp tendrils through his body, sending sharp pain throughout his body as a horrible collective. It pinned him to the snowy roof, staring him down with those glowing red eyes. It opened its mouth, revealing an astonishingly large maw with long rows of sharp, jagged teeth. The creature drew its fangs around the mans head and snapped them shut around his neck, ripping his head from the throat.
Welcome to Hell!