Death Dreamer

Horror of the nightmare

Death Dreamer

 Tonight I  lay me down to sleep

Thanking Lord for the roof atop this home,

heaven above, love in my heart,

And all shown around me

Jesus is close

Oh, now I must hide,

under my pillows, covered face

blankets, carefully, hide my torn breath

Soon to tell the creaked floor following,

That sharp figure,

It has no face, still searches for my awareness,

As long I can hold chained lungs

I stay alive

Curiosity stakes me,

With one slit eye I seek the figure

Stares to, that thing hears the creak then

Turning, to sleep,

Mattress it spring the figure turns head,

I know it does

Comes to my door but no steps more dare it take

 Heart of mine now strung to life, soul praying to stay

The figure presence now even closer

I shaken though still

Thank heavens it continues en route to kitchen

Rattling cans  are as the figure circles,

Back upon previous trailing

Through dining, then living room

Head falling to live

steps their creaks come up,

repeated ever so

Midnight comes

as twelve pops on

That dull figure, I hear it step back to the basement, closes the door

This morning, now I may sleep

I lay my head, turning side

Clutching my bear,

Hearing his song

My little sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy

When times are sad…

Closing my eyes,

Awareness released,

nerves numb

I’m falling, fast, down a canyon or

Off a cliff

I jump awake,

Gasping for breaths, I know not to deserve

It takes five minutes or more

though I try to sleep again

A spider crawls in a web of the corner

roaches race from the edge against the ceiling,

falling, pouring on the bed,

blankets and sheets crawling

The wall empties,

I feel everything crawling

Jumping to the foot

I watch them disappear

Down to the last one.

Up, over, down, bump, through, gone…

Search the blankets flip the pillows

Watch the walls

And when it’s safe, I try to sleep

Kay Kay, my small voice barely echoes

by quarantine_deathangel

Author's Note

There are no grammar or spelling errors in this, read it untill you get what I'm saying. This is, pardon how cliche this sounds, a true story. I know because I lived it every night when I was really little. I saw these things happen and apparently remember them pretty vividly. 'Stares to' is referring to when this figure I saw turned it's head back as if hearing something then always went before the sun came up. The different fonts red cursive font= what figure did, purple=myself, black=reality, orange= what I saw. The different fonts help make my story clearer to understand and closer to the original write.

Reviews

[EllenMichelle29]

I personally struggled to read this due to the font changes. It took me a while but I love it. You have great talent as a writer. (More talent than some PUBLISHED authors!)
Eventually I will check out more of your work, I cannot wait.
Great writing :)
Ellen x

[ewest1220]

While I struggled with the font change at first what a difference it made! This was immensely creative and I love the way you pieced this together! Thank you so much for sharing this!

[minisla]

Can relate to your piece but in dream state. Had to read it a few times to grasp it fully due to the font and colour changes. Really nice.

[Tex]

I got this right away... i lived though something like this (read my "My Heart I Fill With Love (story song)" i figured out the color change as well. However I really appreciate the explanation dare I say "key to unlock the secret" in your authors note.

OK now for the review, This was VERY cool. as someone who knows what you are writing about, I can tell the rest of the world (all those "normal" people) that you have NAILED this. it catches the abject fear you feel as you both hear and see this kind of thing that would scare the heck out of an adult, but as a kid, alone, in you room, you really are convinced you will not be alive in the morning.

You also do a great job describing the attempt to force your self to stay awake and catching yourself and snapping back to alertness (see my "Not the Man I Was (song)" i try to explain how I still deal with it as an adult (not the visitations but the now engrained sleep pattern) under the guise of PTSD from military service (something people understand better).

what is remarkable is that you put it right out there for all the world to see and if they don't believe you to bad for them. In my work I have played around the edges of it. I describe it in small doses and in ways I think others can digest.

I applaud your boldness, authenticity and honesty in this write. Well done!

Nick

[quarintine_deathangel]

That's really cool to hear! O.O Thankyou very much! I'm exstatic that you enjoyed reading my work!. btw AFI Album lyrics are written a bit like this, just in the same color. If you buy the cd you'll see them. The only album is crash love that doesn't have lyrics like that. It's pretty much my inspiration to this >.^ I'll have to read some of your works too. ^.^

[Tex]

LOL the alternative rock band from my time was ELP I am listening to AFI on youtube right now... now you have to go find some ELP and hear the wildest thing from my ancient age...

[Tex]

I really like "Silver And Cold"

[quarintine_deathangel]

I love AFI for the artistry and tradition more than genre. Rabbits are Roadkill on Route 37 is my favorite song and favorite album is Black Sails on the Sunset; I have seven of their cds.

[Tex]

ok i will go find these and listen.. thx

[Tex]

Rabbits are Roadkill on Route 37 was cool thx

[Kiari Sabon]

this reminds me of so much i saw... every night when i finally slept it was like a hell the wounds so real the same shifting figure every night and so many things haunting me when awake..

[quarintine_deathangel]

Thankyou for the review ^.^ It sounds like you know all too well where I'm coming from.

[Kiari Sabon]

Its no problem and i think i do lol can't help but wonder if one day it will come back.. i still have nightmares but nothing like it was

[quarintine_deathangel]

I've pretty much practiced with the spiritual and mental sides very cautiously and it exactly will comeback when you're in a spiritual and mental state that is focused and unaffected by worldly problems mainly. E-mail me if you're interested in the subject or experiences.

[Anubis]

Really intriguing. Also really creepy too o.O
I'll always relate to stuff like this, I had a lot of weird stuff happen when I was younger too, pretty much remember all of it. Scary.
Love the imagery too!

[BatFan38]

awesome! The different font made it harder to read

[Serenity Faith]

An absolutely wicked story told in poetic form. I like the way you color coded everything. I believe one hundred percent in the figure that played in your house. There are more things in this world that meet the incapable eye. Very nicely done.

[quarintine_deathangel]

Thanks ^.^ and same here XD

[Serenity Faith]

oh before I forget, I saw no misspellings in the poem itself, but in your author's note did you perhaps mean cliche?

[quarintine_deathangel]

yeah, thanks xDD

[Dean Kuch®]

Children who experience a close and personal encounter with terror and come out relatively unscathed usually always grow up to be the strongest, most resilient adults. They are also the most creative and daring when relating to others. You related the messages within this work very concisely and powerfully. The style (read between the lines, people!) is both unique and intriguing. KUDOS!

[Kaylor Mason]

Why is it we remember the strangest things from our childhood? I had dreams like this one too; I've done my best to forget them.