Recurring Dream

I walked downstairs, slowly, almost tip-toeing. I didn’t know why the basement frightened me so much. Maybe it was because of the horrible things that had been done to me in there while the doors were closed.

As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I heard it again:

“Lindsay!”

The familiar sound of my name rang through the three rooms that lay beneath the house that I had lived in my entire life. I crept into the first room. The concrete floor was cold. That, paired with the low buzzing of the furnace that towered over me, sent shivers down my spine.

“Kathryn? Where are you?”

Not in here. Slowly, I ventured into the next room. My sister was nowhere to be found. Was she hiding? Was she in trouble? I called out to her again, hoping she would come out from wherever she was and we could go back upstairs together. After a few seconds of silence, I heard her voice.

“Lindsay, I’m back here!”

Her voice came from behind the bar, somewhere I was much too scared to go on my own. But, in an effort to find my sister and get out of this cold, dark basement, I mustered up the courage.

As I stepped foot behind the bar that I could barely see over, a short gust of cool air hit my back. I turned around, hoping to see my sister, my eyes instead finding the door that would lead me to safety.

For a split second, I contemplated abandoning the search for my big sister. It was then that I heard my name once more, from behind me, further back behind the bar. Only this time, it was a faint whisper, and only this time, I wasn’t so sure that it was Kathryn.

As I begun to turn back around, I saw the quick and sudden movement of a dark shadow. Before I could see who, or what, it was, it grabbed me and swung me around so that I couldn’t face it.

I let out a blood-curdling scream. It gripped my throat with hands that were not hands, but instead, thick contrails of black smoke. After struggling for what felt like mere seconds and eternity at the same time, everything went black.

When I woke up, I was laying on a mattress on the floor beside my parents’ bed.

“Mommy,” I said, so softly I was surprised she could even hear me, “I had the scary dream again.”

“You’re six,” she replied, “how scary could it be?”

L.P.

Reviews

[TheThaumaturge]

Great story, very interesting! Stories that always have a deep message and hidden meaning are my thing! The way you made the parents a small but yet important part of the story was fabulous! Great Job!

[Lindsay]

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the comment!