Sinister Nightmares

Fantastical monsters. Real or imagined? No difference. Gangster style, their grim gargoyle faces head straight toward me. Served with a bit of terror, they surround me. Devils? Demons? Anti-Christs? Does it matter? Wicked and evil, they crawl up my body. I feel them on my back, ripping into my spinal column. She screams, but no one cares. The hairs on the back of my neck are saluting, Waiting for them. Preconceived notions be damned. Life as I knew it is over. They are slicing away at my hardware. My software is shrieking in abject fear. They do not stop. Sinister? Are furies from the bowels of hell sinister? They begin to devour my gray matter. My heart howls like a wolf. One of them scalps me. Rips off the top of my skull. Which one? How the hell do I know? Does it flipping matter?