In the quiet of the night, when the world is enveloped in a deep, soothing slumber, my mind embarked on a journey that left me clinging to the edges of my bed, drenched in a sweat, and my heart pounding in my chest. It was a night where the lines between...

---In the cryptic realm of our subconscious, dreams often weave tales of the bizarre and the terrifying. One such nocturnal narrative involves a chilling scene of a severed neck, where the horror of the act is overshadowed by the unsettling realization th...