Nightmare Meditation 9: The Nightmare Madhouse of Dr. Sechah and Mphera

[ysabeau]

Nightmare Carnivale of the Damned presents....

Meditation 9

The Nightmare Madhouse of Dr. Sechah and Mphera


What is the course of corruption?
What is the source of decay?
Is corruption to one, life-sustaining to another?
While the light nourishes the hearts of many
It can blind and burn those with a dark soul
To the dark heart, it is what is twisted
What is deformed in the light
brings safety and peace
it is in the shadows that we find solace
it is in what is twisted and sinister
that we find our truth
The truth is revealed in the Darkness
When the heart bleeds
and the terrors awaken.
Zenithyaah calls you back to the Nightmare Carnivale of the Damned The next chapter of this story is about to be revealed.





Credits for Music

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[Lycana]

I have taken the doll eye to the House of Horror. The energy shifts and catches me, twisting my form. My body stretches like something straight from American Werewolf in Paris except that I don't sprout fur, my pale chalk white skin stretching and contorting and my bones and muscles change. Though I can be bipedeal, I drop onto all fours. My face reshapes in a a monstrous muzzle with long fangs perpetually bared, my ears growing larger as do my eyes. My horns are thick and larger with which to strike and gore., my mong a long, red lash. Long, thick spines rise from my back and my tail becomes several that whips behind me as I snarl. I have several independently moving long tentacle like whips around my shoulders. the thin membrane of my wings is flattened completely to my sides and are almost invisible. In this form I don't dominantly fly but rather open them to glide when needed.

I prowl through the House of Horrors, part of its darkness and shadows as I hunt. I hunger. I am a void of hunger as I stalk along the halls and displays. A couple of creatures shamble into view and I strike, bringing down one and then the other and gorge myself on blood and flesh, their bones cracking between my teeth. There is not much left of them but stains of blood and broken, discarded bones and shredded fabrics when I leave them. There is a sense of being called... pulled... and I make my way through the museum-like haunted house that seems to be noticeably absent of its horrors. They are no longer dwelling within the displays and rooms. Other than the two creatures I came across, it is noticeably empty and still I make my way higher into the building until I find myself there with the Dr, his madness fueling the darkness pulsing within the building and the entirety of the carnival.

My flesh begins to split as my own fears are turned against me. From within my flesh long worm-like parasites emerge, slipping from my skin, maggots pouring from where the skin parts. Spiders rose and broke through my skin in boils and my flesh began to slowly slough off from my body, somehow taking my monstrous form with it. And then it was over.

[Dragonoake]

As the shift occurs at the House of Horrors, I transform into something resembling a large white wolf, its form more melted than twisted, and I prowl through the halls looking for prey. My vision has changed, but in a way that I'm having trouble putting into words. At this point, I don't remember very much other than the crunching of bones and spurting blood as I devour whatever creature crosses my path.
When I encounter Dr. Sechah, the surge of dark energy initially strengthens me before I plunge into the darkness. As each wave the darkness pushes down on me, I draw another wave the primal fires of my hidden passions from below to push back against it.
It' a hard struggle, but I know that I can win or at least find an empowering point of balance where I can control it as Dr. Sechah has.
As I continue to pull the dark flames to push against the darkness trying to consume me, I realize that I am not one, but a blend of many, a composite of not only the essences of my mortal ancestors, but that of the gods they revered. My energy shifts, and the essence of Amar Utu, and Odin (along with a few others I don't immediately recognize) flows into me for a renewed push against the predatory darkness.
At this point, the portal closed, and everything began to shift back, so I'm not sure whether my last big push had a role in it or not

[Bluemoonrabbit]

This meditation was... Unique. I guess they all were. But this one definitely turned the table on the definition of "nightmare monster"

As Mphera backs off in horror. I change. My body twists into something else. My face turns into a horrible dog face, black fur growing across my body. Ears appear on my head. Weirdly enough, my arms don't grow hair, but they are absolutely weapons now. My legs change into something more predator. I swear I even grew a tail? I couldn't quite tell. I told my companions stay out of it... And off I went.

I used the traps and tricks to my advantage, my body maybe that of a monster. But my mind went somewhere else. It showed no mercy to the other inhabitants. I made them aware there was a new sheriff in town.

Eventually I sniff out the doctor. And I had a very angry urge to eat him. For a moment there I actually thought I was. I fall into the dark pit, snarling like an animal. I could only laugh, for the monsters cowered in fear anyways. He could not banish me. He could not snuff me out. I ended up... Destroying the fearful thing. Destroying the fear itself. I was not afraid. It was only the beginning.

[karenwpi]

My mind pulls in my phone game icons for countdown symbols. It's just me for this journey. The feelings are calm, ready. My dark primal instincts are geared up and engaged.

When I see her lifeless doll body, I know i need to place the glowing eyeball in its place & do so. Sje jolts awake. She is afraid, she seems a little confused but she locks onto the situation rapidly.

The hunting portion was great. I became stealthy and looked carefully at each prey. I was almost sad when it ended.

The time with my deepest nightmares slowed down and became very clear. My nightmares and fears, some just small concerns that have grown with time. Others, sourced from twisted engulfing energies. They manifest as fears of spectators, fears of everlasting monotony, phobias surrounding bears and bugs.

I hold my dark energy at a level so I can watch my own nightmares and also keep a wary eye on Dr. Sechah who feels unstable.

As the journey ends and the world transitions, I return to my body.

[ImpQueen]

I don't think I have had such a visceral reaction to most of any event as I have with this one. I saw the solar dancer and it was like I went on autopilot, I barely remember anything.