Bolting upright on my bed, tears and sweat beading on my face I looked around my room. Noting that the light I left on the bathroom is still shining faintly under the door. Taking a mouthful of calming air, I finally slow down my heart’s hammering. I then hear someone running outside my door; sure enough Mom burst it open with Dad on her heels, carrying his Smith & Wesson handgun.
“Lissy, are you alright?” My mother asks I can clearly hear the worry in her voice as she sits on my bed and hugs me tightly.
“I fine, Mom. Sorry I woke you and Dad up again” I said as I return her hug, closing my eyes briefly as Dad flicked the light on. Light flooded through my spacious bedroom, chasing the darkness and shadows away. Dads snaps the safety of his gun back and place it on my side table as he sits on the other side of my bed.
“Bad dream again, honey?” he asks while smoothing a lock of sweat-drenched wavy hair from my forehead. I nod my head silently.
“Care to tell us what is it about?”
“I can’t remember”, I lied.
I know it’s not good to lie especially to my parents, but those dreams…
those nightmares… that wake me up screaming at night are something that I can never share to anyone. I know my parents love me but something warns me about sharing that story with other people and fearing that my parents will dream of the same thing, I refrain from telling it to them.
I heard my Dad sigh in defeat while Mom just hugged me tighter. It’s always been like this with me waking up screaming at night; Mom and Dad rushing in; Me lying to them; Ever since that night, seven years ago, when they found me writhing on the floor, screaming my head off. My pajamas all ripped out and blood gushing from my calf; my furniture scattered everywhere and with the window wide open. Their first thought was that somebody broke into our home and attacked me. But the days and nights that follow that fateful night convinced me that those dreams and creatures are never a dream but a part of my reality. No amount of alarm system and no burly bodyguards can ease my fear as I still feel them especially at night.
Waiting...
Watching…
Stalking…
The moment I let my guard down they will surely be upon me again. They will be waiting for that moment. The horrifying creatures of the night. The red eyed shadows…
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Demonic Spell (18+)
FantasyThe day that Elisha learned that she still have a blood relative looking for her is the day she buried her adoptive family. The mystery of their deaths and the disappearance of her biological parents haunted her. Left alone to protect the legacy sh...
