Fallen Angel

Stuck in a Nightmare

Stuck in a Nightmare

I took in the dark walls and blood red floors. They reminded me of something you’d find in Dracula’s castle or a Vampire Lord’s manor. A deep mahogany sofa sat opposite me, and a large, glass sliding door lay closed on the other side of the room.

“Well,” I thought, “is this the Adam family’s house or what?”

The eerily silent room seemed to be pulsating with tension and horror. I shuffled quietly to the glass doors and gasped as a series of images ran through my head as I passed the sofa.

Screams passed through the air, and strange faces peered at me through grey hazy mist. Evil laughter rocked the air and everything seemed to turn darker, more sinister. I saw my parents, lying mutilated on the floor, my dog, sliced open and hanging from an old tree. My little sister was spread at an odd angle on a cold, black road and my grandma was being slowly cut open with a long carving knife by a hooded figure. My arms started to tremble and my eyes watered. The images kept on running, as if my nightmares were being played into reality.

“Please stop, this isn’t real. Mum’s back home, so is everyone else. Please, STOP IT!”

The ghastly pictures faded into the distance and the empty room came into focus. The sliding door stood open and the blackness within shook me with fear.

“No”, I whispered, “I’ve been through enough to turn back now. Don’t let anyone down.”

With courage coursing through my veins, I charged inside.