Nightmares
By: Patrick
I was running. Running as fast as possible, for behind me was a
thing of nightmares. Her pale white face, like that of a
corpse, was the scariest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her eyes-
devoid, vacant spheres that were glowing white- made me shud-
der. The lack of eyebrows just made her blank expression even
worse.
Speedily dodging trees and small animals, I sprinted to my only
hope of survival- a small cabin 20 meters away.
“You can’t escape me...” The sing-song voice came out from behind me, easily catching up to
me.
I doubled over and hastened my speed, flinging the wooden door open, and slamming it shut
behind me. I locked it for good measure.
Suddenly, a loud sound to my right appeared, startling me. It was a old grandfather clock,
ringing. It was 3 am, I realised- the hour of the dead. A slow shiver ran up my spine, and
just as slowly, the noise of a door opening reached my ears. I turned around, only to see
her expressionless face and glowing eyes.
A hand reached out to grab my throat, one without any skin…
I woke up with a scream. My body, drenched in sweat, shivered thinking of the nightmare I
just had. It felt so real. Forcing in some deep breaths, I reach over to the water bottle on
my right- empty, I realise.
Still pretty shaken, I get up and turn the light on. Wearing my slippers, I walk out of my
room. Funnily enough, the second my foot touches the floor outside, the lights go out. “Damn
power cuts,” I curse under my breath. Surprisingly, even for a person who watches so many
horror movies, a strange fear wraps around me, while in my own home. I go get my phone, and
use the torch feature.
In the kitchen, I silently throw some light over to the fridge. There’s nothing there, but
my heart starts beating loudly- This could be a horror movie cliche; what could I find when
I open the door? Summoning my courage, I steel myself and wrap my fingers around the handle.
Just before I open it, my phone gives out a shrill notification, making me jump. Quietly, i
unlock the damn thing with shaky hands, and I see it’s just a Game notification.
The next few things happen in a flash: I open the fridge, grab a bottle, and close the door.
Next moment, I’m running out of the kitchen, up the stairs, back to my room, and jumping to
my bed.
I drink some water, the cool taste doing its magic, and calming me down.
My phone beeps shrilly again. Annoyed at it, I get it out and am about to turn the thing
off, when I realise something. It’s 2:57. Dread fills me again, and I shudder violently as
my fear returns to me in all its glory. I quickly reach for the light switch, flipping it
multiple times, but it still does nothing.
Suddenly, the door moves, creaking open leisurely. A hand crawls in from outside the room,
and I gasp. Although the door was creepy enough, I freeze, for the hand had no skin.
A pale white face, expressionless, comes into sight. I shake dangerously as the thing in
front of me comes to a stop. It’s floating off the floor, I realise, the thought making me
cry inside. She tilts her vacant head, like a small girl curiously watching something. Then,
in an instant, she smiles, lunging toward me and all goes black.
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