The Faceless Ones and the Baby

I woke up in a suffocating amber-lit room with moving arabesque patterns on the floor.

A faceless hooded figure appeared, wrapped in white smoke. Then I noticed the

hideous baby in my arms, skin deep red, face grotesquely large with veins

clustered over its shut eyes. More figures materialized, each holding identical babies.

The first one pointed at mine. Its eyes opened, revealing pure emptiness. A deafening scream

erupted. Every baby started coughing. The baby's face turned black.

It choked violently and vomited white mucus all over me before its head fell off.