Screaming or howling

I was watching a movie with my mother. It was an abstract, independent horror film. It was disturbing in a very unusual way and it was black and white. I become a part of the horror movie. I am now the main character. I am in a dark room. It is so dark I cannot even see the walls. All that I can see is a little girl playing with a doll. But there is something standing behind her. It has long claws and burnt, black skin. It reaches around her, she screams. The creature crushes the little girl's bones with his strength, and squeezes her until blood begins to drip out of her like a squeezed orange. His black claws are so long that they encompass her entire body, squeezing every last drip of life out of her. I am surrounded in the dark by this horrific creature. I run into the darkness. I witness many deaths from this creature. I find myself in a small castle. A symphony is playing in the middle of the room. There is not any audience, just the symphony. I listen to the man who plays the cello. The sound of his cello reverberates on every wall and comes back to my ears as perfection. He seems to lead the symphony with the melody of his cello. I sense a change of atmosphere. I am standing next to the staircase, above the symphony. I had been watching the man with the cello for so long that I had forgotten about the darkness, but felt it again. I looked to my left and down the stone hallway. For a moment I thought I saw a presence. Things were turning black and white again, and the symphony began to slide their perfect melody into something darker. "Not the cello player, not the cello player!" I think to myself, longing for whatever is coming to avoid him and his enchanting music. I do not know where the creature is, but I can sense that it is getting closer. I hear footsteps to my left. But then I hear them to my right. I quickly glance to make sure everyone in the symphony is still alive, but when I look back up I see the darkness is beginning to return. "Not the cello player, not him!" I scream in my mind. I hear the clawing of the creature's claws against the marble. But I still cannot tell where he is. I can feel him approaching. I hear his groan. He appears below me, having crawled up the staircase's wall. "It is not him I want, it is you," his raspy dark voice echoes towards me from the lowest layers of hell. I paralyze in fear. "And - It is you that is the monster, my dear." Truth hit me like a bullet. It was me that had killed all of those innocent people, but I blocked that memory from my mind and replaced it with something that I could reason with. Because I had committed crimes only a monster could live with. "And so I have clawed my way up from hell to drag you back down with me," the angel of darkness sneered. I immediately woke up and was frozen in heavy sleep paralysis. My room was warping around me. I slipped back into the darkness and continued to run, darkness chasing darkness. I woke back up to sleep paralysis and eventually managed to get out of it. Art Credit