A toast to you III

A never ending story about the unknown

 

A toast to you III

 

As the chilling scream pushed its way up my lungs, I could hear my heart pounding as my body shattered from its own sound. My eyes glossed over from the smoke that now filled the living room. The smoke creped its way out the front door, which brings me back to why I screamed. At first glance, the image that infested my mine, reminded me of a hideous creature out of horror movie.

Its face was inside out and dripping with blood, forming a puddle that filled the ground with a coloring of pinkish-gray. Its fingers long and narrow with exposed bone and extremely long fingernails. In addition, as it grabbed the door, it cut the aluminum clean as if a pair of sheers had maneuvered it way along a cutout pattern.

I stepped back and out of fright slammed; the large oak door that not only made a boom it also fanned the flames in the room. I could see the dancing orange embers that seem to have their own agenda. They had inched their way up the hallway, and plucked the nails from the closet door before engulfing all my clothes. I was quickly running out of real estate and the creep on the other side of the door had me trapped in this forsaken inferno.    

There was only one-way out of this mess and that way was up…up into the attic. I started climbing the stairs one by one as the smoke twirled its way up the stairs as if a cyclone, vacuuming the ocean. No matter how quick I climbed the stairs the fire would sneak around the corner and lanced another structure until a void became eminent. I could see the smoke, like a dense fog, reaching and climbing each of the fourteen stairs, reminding my poor soul that life now no longer would exist.

The smoke alarm rang loudly through the attic adding insult to injury and increasing the state of confusing by ten-fold. I reached for the detector and slammed it to the ground, smashing it into a million pieces. Damn, I could still hear it, piercing my ears with a annoy tone, and even with this inappropriate time, I could scarf at the person who designed this unwelcomed system.

The flames now engulf the attic and were rapidly inching their way towards me. With my hands pressed against my head from the piercing sound, fire raging towards me with doom instilled in my genes and a hideous creep outside my front door, I realized that there was only one fire alarm in my house.

 Suddenly I woke up from the alarm ring, as I choked from the smoke that filled the room. The last thing I remembered was putting a pot of water on the stove and sitting down to take a short nap. Now was the time to charge into action and turn off the stove, which I did without a moment’s notice. I also opened the window and glanced at the toaster, which held two slices of bread. The doorbell was ringing as it did in the dream and I wondered who was there. I couldn’t understand everything that overwhelmed me during the fire alarm but I knew it saved me.

My arm hurt, actually, it burned, and I wasn’t sure why it felt that way but it began to annoy me. When I pulled my sleeve back, I could see a large burn with the emblem of a “W” on my arm quite similar to that on my toaster. When I unbutton my shirt, I noticed a large burn on my chest.

The fire was out, I had some unexplainable marks on my chest and arm, and someone was ring the doorbell. The question I had to ask myself, with all that I just experienced, do I dare answer the door?

Suddenly, I woke up.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dani California]

Haha! You woke up from a dream... into another dream! I've done this. Creeeeeepy. Okay, so is there a part four?

This somewhat reminds me of the movie Final Destination when he dreams of events leading up to the plane crash, and then wakes up as the exact same events unfold. I love it! Twilight zone-ish tone to it.

And the creep at the door? Was that Death? hmmm.... I want more. :-D You should link all of the parts to this.

[Wildfleour]

Hmmm..........on to the next chapter.

[Dani California]

I came back to read it again ... since I just noticed it was neverending. lol I missed that note the first time around. Okay, I get it. Duh. :-D You wake up, from a dream -- into another dream -- which is a dream in itself -- waking up -- into another --and ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- so on and so forth. Right?? But -- what about dude at the door? Does he just stand there -- waiting -- neverending - ly?