Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25073641-20150418180515

Hi guys! I have written something here, and I need your opinions. I'm not pretty confident about this, so I need you to point out some flaws. These past few nights, I have been noticing some strange things around my room. Almost every midnight, I wake up in the "revolting" smell of paint in my room. Even I attempt to get out of my bed to check it out, a strong force is keeping me back on my bed. I don't know what is that force, nor where is it coming from. There is a strange feeling of being powerless and paralyzed, and I can't hold it back. At the ceiling, or at the walls, I can see black paint, staining the white walls and the tall ceiling of my dimly lit room. Sometimes, I can see it in the corners of the room. The black paint, the mysterious black paint, it is always there. I just look at them for few seconds, and then I just close my eyes, and almost instantly, I fall asleep. Once I wake up early in the morning, the black paint is gone, not even a small trace is there. The walls is white as it should be, and the ceiling looked obviously lower than actually it is. Thinking about what I see every night, I just brush them off my head, and continue with my life, as a construction worker. The days of working hard finish, and I'm here again in my bed, hugging nothing but my brown pillow out of stress and boredom. It is my daily, I mean "nightly", routine to open my eyes slowly out of disgust, as the stench of newly applied paint enters my nostrils. Nothing unusual, actually; I have been dealing with these things for almost a year now after the accidents in our construction site, and I am pretty used to these... But, as I write this down, the black paint on the ceiling and walls starts moving. It is literally moving; it is slowly dripping down the wall, crossing the floor, and up to my bed. The paint doesn't reach my foot, though. Okay, more of them are coming, and this black paint is now slowly covering my entire room. The strange force that is keeping me back now comforted me, instead of tighten me down to uncomfortability. The glimpses of countless human-like shadows moving freely on the ceiling and walls still there, and they are not getting away. Do I really need to do this? Maybe, yes. I'm already high on the smell of paint. I should return this paint bucket tomorrow afternoon. Good night.    