SHORTer Stories

What's with the Brain?

He was watching you with a rather grimace face, it’s one of those stares like your mother knows you are lying, when you are not. you could not move, not one little bit, for who knows what will happen. Your  mind might be playing tricks on you, or you were daydreaming of something too real. Or was it just your imagination?

He took another step towards you, step after cold step, after another. Merely 5 feet away you were locked in place, fear too great to even blink one eye shut, breathing heavily in a state of horror. His face is twisted like someone had hit him with a brick, big pale eyes staring into your soul, in a zombie-like trance staring right at you.

Attempting to get out of this place you put herself in, you run for the door like there was no tomorrow, little did you know there was no handle. Realizing how everything is going dark, and darker by the minute, you try to find a way out, but every door shutting out the light. Cold air brimming down the windows in a mist like state, you wonder if you are ever gonna make it out of this dark, cold room. 

You hear your mother calling you from upstairs like there is nothing wrong with you down in the basement. You try calling for your mother, a Moan for help only came out, but so faint. Mother is at your door, calling you to get out of bed. Everything goes back to normal, but your breathing is not, you wake up. A horrible nightmare again. Always in danger in your dreams gets scarier, and scarier each night, it’s no wonder why you fear sleep.

Dark circles under your eyes, you take your vitamins, drink some water, and get ready for the day, go to the bathroom, wash your hands, brush your hair, brush your teeth, wash your tired face, slowly the colors in your face start to show. Still rather tired you go upstairs to eat breakfast.

“I suppose one of those bad dreams again?” your mother asks. “Yes, but this time I was in my room.” you responded. “You and your unrealistic dreams, it’s no wonder you look so unhappy these days.” your mother retorted while serving you a cup of coffee.

The day came and left like it was yesterday, it went by so fast. Fearing another night of bad dreams you stay awake reading books, painting, decorating your room, cleans up, and somewhere in between staying awake, drowsiness comes over you, and you pass out at quarter past 5.

No dreams come at all for 4 nights, and not fully asleep you feel as if you’re going mad, no rest, no dreams, as if your brain is very alert. Little did you know the man in your dreams with a twisted face, has been staring at you every night. Somehow escaped from your dreams and is now hiding in the mirror, slowly tormenting you of rest.

Each night you have woken up and looked into the mirror, and are creeped out by it. You now cover the mirror some nights when you know you will have another restless night. Not knowing why you feel uneasy with the mirror, you just know something is wrong with your thinking.

Sooner or later, you have to face the mirror again, and wonder what is up with the mirror. You stare long and hard into the mirror, and wonder why it feels as if it is watching your every move. You look into the mirror seeing what it sees. Soon you come to the conclusion that it watches you in her sleep, watches what you do, and watches your every move, it gives you a reminder of that man, and how he escaped the room you tried to escape from in your dream that night. Were you sleep walking? Did the mirror cause you to have bad dreams? you soon see his head pop out from the corner of your room. This must be a daydream, a staring nightmare. Your brain is tired, and can’t tell from dreams, and reality. You need sleep, and 1 week of relaxation. All the stress must be triggering your nightmares. You slowly back away from the mirror, slow step one after the other, until you make it back to the bed, sit there, and have a staring contest with the creepy, distorted man that escaped into the mirror, this battle will determine who wins over this daydream. If you win he loses he goes back to dreamland and forever gone, never to return. Exhaustion creeps your eyes slowly trying to shut, but he must not win. Minute after minute, second after second passes, soon he starts fading off, you are winning, four long cold minutes pass, he’s finally gone. As tired as you are you fell fast asleep falling onto your bed. Rest is what you need most.