Remembering The Nightmare.
All I remember about that day was being scared. I screamed and screamed, I screamed bloody murder. I banged on the door, my fists red and bloody. “Let me out!” I yelled screeching at the top of my lungs. I was in a dark room with only one light that swung back and forth. One minute I was smiling and having fun the next I’m looking death in the face. Just minutes earlier I was playing tag with my friend Eric. He wanted to show me a room in the basement. Eric didn’t like it in there so I went in by myself. Eric shut the door and locked it. I was scared. The room temperature dropped so much I could see my breath, it was July and close to a hundred degrees farinhight. Low moaning came from behind me; the sound crawled into my brain. I didn’t want to turn. A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. There he was, a man with a ghoulish face and no eyes, spiky teeth that look to be able to cut through steel. I screamed. “Hey kid, stop you’re screaming.” His rough, raspy voice spoke hardly. I panted louder than his voice. I begged for my life crying at his feet. “Kid I’m not gonna kill you, relax. Don’t trust your family or Mr Blondie over here, He’s gonna get you and L.C killed” He spoke smoothly. I had no idea who L.C was and I’m pretty sure I’ll never know who he is. Yet again I had no idea who or what this thing was. “Who are you?” I asked looking up at him. The god awful smile grew upon his face. “You can call me Deablow.” He introduced himself. “Doesn’t Deablow mean the devil?” I asked being a smarty pants. The smile stayed on his face and a raspy roar of laughter came from him. “Stupid child! I’m not the devil; I’m here if you need me.” He said handing me a card with his name and a chant. The chant said Light to Light! Dark to Dark! Good to Evil, I call upon thy called Deablow! The chant was easy to remember but some of the easiest things to remember are the hardest to forget. I looked back to Deablow and he was gone. My eyes shot down at the card, there was nothing on it. But I remembered it as if it were my birthday. The door opened and my mom came running in. “Oh Renta! Baby don’t do that again.” She panicked lifting me off my feet. “What happened!?” Eric’s mom asked. Eric panicked he looked scared. “I wanted to show her something and the door slammed shut and I couldn’t open it.” He lied. I was six and I knew what a lie was. Eric was whole year older than me it was cool to have an older friend. I had to go along with it because I had no proof that it was actually Eric who closed the door. “Renta is that true?” Mom asked. I looked down at Eric and back up at my mom. I nodded shoving my head into her collar bone. “Okay I think it’s time to go home.” My mom said nicely. I agreed with her. The drive back to Narrowpoint I told her what I saw, ever since every time I think about Eric or Deablow, I see more people that aren’t there. I tell my mom and dad about them about how nice Mrs Baxter is and how weird Joe is, the following weeks after I began to see things and do things that aren’t possible mom and dad put me into a special home for a while, the people were nice but the food was yucky. I had to take a medicine that tasted like mud (don’t ask). The doctor said I can’t go home if I see and do those things. So I lied, some thing I wasn’t allowed to do, one day all my lying paid off I stopped seeing and doing things. Until I learned what I was, I’m a vampire with a power. After that thing I never saw Eric again. A few years later my parents divorced after I killed some kids at school. Something I didn’t mean to do. Every night comes a nightmare
Chapter 1
12 years later. . .
I tossed and turned in my bed, I haven’t been getting much sleep lately and it didn’t help my mom had to work and I’ve been having to baby sit my little sister and on top of that I’ve been having nightmares. This new apartment seemed quiet, silence always screams the truth. My sister, my mom and I just moved here from Brooklyn. That’s when things started to go sour. See my mom was kicked out of her house when she was young and that’s when she met my dad, things were great, they had ten kids four of which are boys and six are girls. Then I did something remarkably stupid; I killed two people by accident. My mom and I have never met eye to eye.
