This is a little inspired by "What the Moon Brings" by Lovecraft and a plethora of other stories and ideas I summed up one night in my own bed. Please keep in mind that english is not may first language, so please be nice =]
Diana moaned quietly within the sheets and turned her head to the other side. She tried cover herself in the warmth of the bed, pulling the blanket to her head and letting only a fraction of her face out. He couldn’t feel comfortable though, something was missing. She was too tired to notice before but as she rolled in the bed she realized how thirsty she was, and that she would not sleep again before drinking a glass of cold water. The girl stretched her hand out of the bed to the lamp beside her bed and turned the switch on. Nothing happened. The lamp died out two nights ago and she forgot to replace it, again.
The girl got up in the dark, yawning, fighting against her own wish to stay on bed until morning. The bedroom was pitch black. She rose up and felt the soft carpet under her bare feet beside her bed and started walking. One… Two… Three small steps and she reached the cold wooden floor. Stretching her right hand she could feel the old armoire with the tip of her fingers. Five more steps toward the other side and she touched the wall. The lights turned on as she touched the switch. Diana walked out of the bedroom, turning all lights on as she walked to the kitchen. There she felt the faint smell of the rain that fell a couple hours before. The girl looked happy to the clock marking 1:07 am, she had a lot of time to sleep again until morning.
She filled her glass with fresh water and drank it slowly, feeling every sip touching her dried throat. Then she filled it again and walked back to the room, intending to leave it beside the lamp so she would not have to leave her bed again for the rest of the night. Diana turned off the last lamp, at the corridor, and entered the bedroom. She closed the door, took a little sip of water, and went to the desk. She putted the glass with cold water carefully over a small towel and walked back to the door. The girl looked one last time at her bed, looking for anything that could be on her way once the lights were out, and touched the switch one last time. Darkness fell once more.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five steps… Diana could not feel the soft carpet this time. Maybe she pushed it away when she walked the time before. The girl extended her left arm and felt the old heavy armoire once more with the tip of her fingers. She took two more steps and her fingers lost touch. Yet she could only feel the cold wooden floor under her feet. It didn’t matter anyway; she was probably already beside her bed, one more step and Diana leaned down to touch her blanket.
Nothing was there. Diana had to balance herself to avoid falling upon the cold, dark, wooden floor. How could it be? The bed wasn’t there. She crouched and started to wave her arms around, trying to grasp anything she would be able recognize by tact, being it a desk, lamp or a bed, but there was nothing. It was strange. A chill went up her spine for a moment. Diana took a deep breath, got back upright and slowly started walking backwards. One… Two… Three steps. She touched the armoire and sighed in relief.
Once one starts to panic, anything to hold on can be seen as a little sanctuary - a shrine. She leaned against the ancient piece of furniture and took another deep breath. There was no reason to panic. Diana have always been such a silly girl, her parents used to say, she knew it herself, she just lost her sense of space in her dark bedroom, be it because of her restless or just taking smaller steps than she had before. Diana grasped the armoire one last time and headed to the darkness.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five steps. And the more Diana stretched her arm to reach the switch the more scared she got by realizing it was just not there. Not there anymore. One… Two more steps. Three, four, five… Nothing. She could not feel the wall, nor see it, nor hear anything. She could not see her own shaking hands. Diana panicked. She rushed back towards the armoire once more. Nothing was there.
Diana fell. She fell so hard on the floor she hurt her knees. The floor, the cold wooden floor was there, yet she could not feel the planks like she was supposed to. One here, other there, but it just seemed, wrong, like if they were all of different sizes. The scared girl crawled her way following the planks for a time and reached nothing. Terrified she rose up, and let escape the loudest cry she have ever made. Diana was screaming in the dark, hoping some of her neighbors would listen to that scared girl’s last resort.
As the minutes passed nothing changed. No one seemed to listen to her and she dared not to walk anymore inside her bizarre dark room. It was getting cold there. So cold Diana started to shiver. She doesn’t know how much she waited until realizing she was going to get out of there alone. Another chill went up her spine as she felt a breeze. A cold, humid breeze, like the wind that blows just after a winter’s rain. As if she had left a window open.
Diana took a few steps. Slow steps. Scared and shaking steps toward some direction she could not identify, where she thought the breeze was coming from. And the more she walked the colder the floor got, until it didn’t feel like wood anymore. It was… Wet. Diana screamed and jumped trying to get both of her feet out of that ground. And the more she screamed and cried and jumped the more she felt her feet sinking in the mud.
Mud.
She was not in her room anymore. She couldn’t be. Diana felt her feet sinking in the cold wet mud. The concept of reason was beyond anything the girl could grasp at this point. Her mouth screamed and her feet started to run. She didn’t know where she was going. She didn’t know if there were any obstacles or walls or boundaries of any kind. She didn’t know if there was a lake or a cliff or if there was a roof or a sky above her head. Such is the desperation, and the sense of loss, and the weight upon one’s soul that absolute darkness can impose. She ran. Just ran, so fast and screaming so loud that only insanity would explain why she could not find no one or nothing. Or no one or nothing had yet found her.
The noise came from the left. Diana stopped at once. It was not a human noise, not an earthly noise that she could recognize. It sounded like a huge wet mass, falling to the ground and crawling through the mud. She never felt such despair in her life before. With her mouth shut by her own hands the girl started to walk slowly, quietly, and shaking so hard it was almost impossible to stand tall. But she had to. There was something there, with her, and she knew it was hunting her. What if there were more? Diana could not see anything, but it sounded as a creature of gigantic bulk crawling on bizarre members, hissing, growling, dragging itself in the mud.
It was like that at every few moments something else was ripped apart from her world and something else was dropped into this new reality. Or was it the other way around? Was it Diana who was being slowly taken out of her reality and tossed into another realm? A realm where creatures crawled in the mud, blindly stumbling on their prey. As she walked more and more backwards into the dark, she started to pray for the lights of this new reality to appear to her, or for some strange sun to rise up in some strange sky. But it was not light that came next but another smell. The smell of rain started to give place to another. This time was an odor decay. A mix of rotten meat and worms. And yet there was something sweet on the mixture, some faint essence that reminded of clotted blood. And it came with another hissing and the sound of mud splashing behind her. It came with a growl so primeval it made her feel like a fish before a shark. It was so close she could for the first time feel the warm, putrid, breath of something that was not meant to exist.
Diana stopped walking and started to run. She could only run, away from the odor and the sound and the breath. And as Diana ran more and more, deeper into the darkness she notice on the corner of her eye for the first time a light. Up in the sky, a strange moon with a dim light. She ran until the noises were far behind and the smell of blood and worms was no longer infecting her lungs. With her attention drawn to the moon, Diana barely noticed another faint gleam on the ground. When she did, the terrified girl fell to the mud and crawled the last few meters to the source of the gleam, but found only broken glass and cut her hands. She took the pieces of glass and looked it against the dim moonlight and recognized her shattered glass of water. Diana cried one more time. She couldn’t run anymore, she couldn’t scream or stand tall, and she even doubted that she could still bleed, and so she collapsed - shivering, breathing heavily and feeling the cold mud touching her face and lips.
Then again, from the dark, the hissing came back, along with the breath of rotten meat, blood and worms…
). I also like your writing style. Although there are some things you left out in the story, there is still that element in your writing that makes me enjoy reading; especially other descriptions you made about the situation your MC was in. Lastly, your plot is just very creative. You've got quite the imagination.