The Worst Nightmare.

The Worst Nightmare.

A Story by Abigail
"

Here is a fixed version of my reoccurring night-terrors. This version is much more accurate to what happened.

"
As I drift off into a possibly deep sleep I hope that the nightmare that has been haunting me will not occur tonight. I feel my eyes close and prepare myself for hell.


When I open my eyes. I am in a field of flowers. The smell of roses, lavender, tulips and other varieties of flowers fill my nose. I deeply inhale the pleasureful sent. I fall onto the flowers and just lay there, letting the flowers bury me with their sweet scents and their silky petals. 

I stare up at the sky and watch the clouds above me. I feel at peace. I look around and see my mother laying next to me. I reach out to touch her face and she turns to dust before I can touch her.

I sit up in a panic and look at my surroundings
The sweet smell of flowers is gone, the bliss of there being nothing but flowers, the sky and my mother is gone and suddenly everything goes black. The light returns, I am alone. The only thing in the room are two red doors. Each door I know contains something terrible but I regrettably choose the one on the right and go through it.  

This room is a rich red color, the room has a huge chandelier made of bones which hangs over a massive dinning table. Abruptly a bountiful of food appears on the beautiful, yet frightful maple dinning table. I sit down on the red velvet chair and begin to eat. I bite into what looks to be the perfect red apple but as soon as i take a bite it turns to dust. 

I look at the doorway and see a shapeless black figure. The figure is very tall and looks muscular.
I ask, "what do you want?"
It does nothing but slowly move forward. I stand up and ask the same question again. But the anomaly continues to move towards me. The smell of anger and death is surrounding him. I try to hold my breath trying not smell the terrible stench coming off of him. 


The figure starts to move closer to me at a much faster rate. I run as fast as I can down the hallway. I come to a dead end with only a window in front of me. I take a quick look behind me and there he is at the end of the hallway. I jump through the window and onto the ground. I continue running and I all I can think about is the figure behind me. I can hear him shouting, "GET OUT!" I hear him shouting several curse words but I can only make out "b***h".

I find an abandoned junk yard and run into it, I can still hear him shouting. I find other people, about 15 or so, I have seen in my life but none of them have names. I tell them to run and hide and they listen. A group of about four others follow me. That was their first mistake. One of the boys with long chestnut colored hair asked who is following me. I tell him "I don't know but he wants to kill me."

Everyone in our group goes silence for a second and the figure drives his sharp long knife-like arm through one of the girls body and says "this isn't the b***h I want!!!" He throws the beautiful red head at a huge pile of trash. I run to her aid, she is gasping for air. Her torso is gushing a beautiful color red. Her eyes are fixed on my face, she reaches up to my face and gently places her hand on my face. She tells me to run before this happens to me. Her hand drops to the cold ground. With her dying breath she say
s "such a pretty night" and just like that she is gone and turns to dust. 

When I run back to the group everyone is gone except the boy who asked me who was following me, and the figure. The figure says with the meanest, deepest, darkest voice "run." I run with boy to find somewhere else to hide. The boy points to an old trailer and we run inside. He says, "my name is Josh. What's yours?" The name Josh sounds so warm and familiar but I can't remember anyone who looks like him and with that name. I say "My name is Abbey..." I can sense the figure coming closer. He shouts "I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!! LEAVE RIGHT NOW!" He starts impaling the trailer several times and just like that he stabs Josh in the stomach. Josh says "It's fine don't worry... I'm already dead" and then he turns to dust.

I break down crying. I hardly knew Josh but I felt like crying would be the right thing to do. Josh reappears and shouts "ABBEY WAKE UP!!! HE'S GOING TO GET YOU!!" 

I wake up screaming but coming from my scream there is no sound. I can't move. I just lay there sweating bullets and looking around my room nervously. I can sense the figure in my room but I can not see him. My alarm clock sounds and try to move my arms with all of my strength. I turn off my alarm clock and get ready for the day.


~the end.~


© 2012 Abigail


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That is some terrifying dream, love.

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