Childhood Dreams

Childhood dreams

Dreams aren’t necessarily nice

 

The spider hung there, in its web, in the corner of her room.

She walked over to it, and watched in fascination as a fly flew into the trap.

The spider moved quicker than the human eye could comprehend, capturing its struggling prey before the creature could even think.

The spider trapped the fly in between its forelegs and started wrapping it up, its feet moving fast.

The fly had no chance of escape, and even as the spider injected it, the fly was still alive.

The girl moved closer, to get a better look, a shadow fell over the spider, but the girl, thinking it was her own, did not think much about it.

“Beautiful isn't it?”

She froze, she did not recognize the cold, smooth voice, but she knew she had heard it before, somewhere at sometime, the only thing she could link it to was one thing. Fear.

She didn’t want to turn around, she knew if she turned her eyes would fall on something she didn’t want to see.

Even though she thought this, she still turned, and what she saw, my words cannot describe.

Everybody has a fear, so get your fear, whatever it is, and turn into a shape, then, make it a million times worse. That monster under your bed? It’s worse. That clown by your window? It’s worse. That closed space you feel like your drowning in? It’s much worse.

She screamed, her voice was loud, she screamed in the face of this monster, she could not back away, she had her back to the wall, and she could not go forward because her worse nightmare was right in front of her.

The Fear grinned, they all did this, scream I mean, the novelty wore off after a while, he was beginning to get annoyed with it. He wanted to cut out her tongue and get her to shut up, most people would tell them to shut up, or tell them they weren’t going to hurt them,  but that would be a lie. Why would you not hurt something that you’ve followed for all of these years?

He watched her scream, his sinister smile getting bigger, the fear in her eyes was exhilarating, a child’s nightmare was something that could not be relived. No one else could see that fear, except him, no one else was worthy of seeing something as amazing as this.

Every time a child had a nightmare, the parents would tuck them into bed, tell them it was okay, and he’d back away, just for a while, he got the child relaxed before striking again. But he’d been following this one for too long to back away. She was too far into her nightmare to run.

This was going to be fun. 

Author's Note

I don't know if it's a sort of short story or not