Where nightmares thrive,

Where your fears come alive

Where ghosts of the past

And things yet come to pass

Monsters come out

They scream and shout

As your mind takes control

You can’t see inside of your soul

A place where dreams become reality

And your worst fears you can clearly see

Right in front of your eyes

A horrific surprise

Come, all you who are willing

Come, if you hear me calling

Come to your doom

For I assure you…it is coming soon

There is a place, deep within the shadows of the human mind, a place that is so desolate and forsaken, we often forget it is there. But it is, and sometimes, in the dead of night, it comes alive, filling us with dread as we try to breathe, try to sleep, try to…survive. But then, as the sunlight shines in through the window, our eyes flutter open and we realize that it wasn’t real…nightmares don’t really exist…they are just dreams, just a state of mind.

Or, that is what we have always been told.

We all have fears, things we dread. It’s a part of life. But during the day, we put them away into a corner of our mind, and let them out only at night. But does it really matter that we have nightmares? They are just in our heads…

Or, that is what we have always been told.

When you’re younger, you’re afraid of the boogey-man under your bed, or the monster in your closet. But as you get older, you imagine horrible, scary, terrifying things, and as you sleep, your mind plays them in your dreams…over and over…over and over…again and again…until daylight breaks the black trance. But we shouldn’t really be afraid. Because nightmares are a mental state. They have nothing to do with the physical world.

Or, that is what we have always been told.

We fear things happening to loved ones, we fear death, we fear a great number of things. But, if we push them out of our mind and don’t think about them, they won’t bother us.

Or, that is what we have always been told.

But there is a place, somewhere deep within the rocky terrain of the mountains in North Carolina, a small, seemingly harmless abode that sits atop a high peak…a place that hasn’t been visited in the last one hundred years. It is an old inn…and the last people who slept there wound up dead before daylight came. A perpetual darkness seems to hover over the small cabin, willing all light and comfort away from its walls. It is a place that most people avoid, yet it is the setting in which our story takes place.

A place of torment…a place of unyielding torture…a place of horrific dreams…terrifying visions…a place to which no one has ever found an escape…a place where nightmares thrive.