All life is born from chaos. The world doesn’t always adhere to logic. Sometimes down is up. And sometimes when you’re lost…you’re found.
I've had the same nightmare since I was a child. I walk into a room, and there is a sinister face in a wooden wall. It's like an upside down triangle. And from the wall, numerous writhing arms reach out towards a group of 12 people. They grab them, and the wall eats them (in a gross graphic manner). I have met two of these people, one being my uncle. Both of them are dead. Help me, please. I can't sleep because of this nightmare. The people never change.