The Never Ending Nightmares

Chapter One

After a long and busy day of school, I can finally go home to get some rest. A nice warm shower and some food sounds great right now, I think to myself.

After a couple of hours of relaxing and watching TV, I started to doze off into sleep. I get up to get ready for bed, change into my pajamas and turn off all the lights. This is exactly what I needed, after a long, stressful day.

I wake up to something shattering in my living room. I want to call out and ask 'Who's there?' but I'm frozen and scared since I'm all alone in my house. Who knows, this person could be a psychopath for all I know. So the last thing I want is for them to know where I am. Well, that's if someone did break into my house...

I grab my phone to dial 911.

"Hello, what is your emergency?"

"I think someone has broken into my house, I need help" I whisper into the phone.

"What is your address? And please stay hidden."

I gave her my address. Very long seconds go by and all I can hear is the operator typing on her computer while I'm trying to stay hidden and quiet.

"Help is on the way, would you like to stay on th-"...

"Hello..? Hello?"

I looked at my phone and realized my phone died "Damn it", I whisper.

I have no clue how long it will take for help to get here. I start deciding on what to do. Do I go out to check what happened? Or do I stay up here?

A few moments passed and I decided the worst possible thing I could do. I know that it is because it's common sense to not do this in a horror movie. But I decided to not hide anymore. I feel like my best chances are to move and get a weapon rather than me sitting here like a fearful little duckling.

I get up slowly and open my bedroom door. Thankfully I don't live in a two-story house so I can easily see the living room kinda from where I'm at. I see that my window got shattered.

"Someone got in," I thought to myself.

I start going towards the living room then out of nowhere someone grabs me from behind. I elbow them in the stomach and move forward and turn around as fast as I can so they can grab me again. I look at them. They're wearing all black with a mask, the only thing I can see is that they have blue eyes. Those blue eyes are giving me such a bad unsettling feeling, usually, in society blue eyes are seen as peaceful and calm like the ocean, but not these. These are like being caught in a horrible storm you can never get out of. 

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you". The intruder pulls out a gun and points it directly at me as he says that to me. I can tell by his voice it's a man. So it's a man with blue eyes. I don't see how any of that will be helpful to me when the cops get here. There are thousands of men with blue eyes. Part of me is telling me to not move. But for some reason, my survival instincts kicked in and I started running towards the kitchen to grab a knife.

As soon as I make it to the kitchen and try to grab the knife the intruder hits me in the back hard to the point it makes me collapse. Somehow I end up cutting my arm with the knife I tried to grab. The intruder grabs the knife and puts it as far away from me, so I won't be able to use it on him.

For some reason all of this feels so off to me, I just can't seem to figure out why yet? The intruder then grabs some kind of rope from his bag. He tied me up to one of my kitchen chairs. At that moment I am praying that the cops get here right this second. The intruder starts yelling at me and swinging his gun around, but for some reason, I can't seem to understand him. Why can't I understand him? Am I having a panic attack right now? No, it can't be that, my heart isn't racing hard enough for a panic attack to be happening right now, let alone I'm not even breathing that hard. Shouldn't I be freaking out super bad at this moment, because this could be the last day I breathe air? Something just seems extremely off about this whole thing, but I just can't figure out what.

Then out of nowhere my prayers came true...

I hear someone banging on my door. The intruder goes silent.

The intruder then comes near me.

"Did you call the fucking cops?"

I don't respond saying anything, I just look at him with a straight face. I'm hoping that it is the cops or just some random hero.

Then I hear the sound of my door breaking and a cop comes in telling him to get on the ground. The intruder listens to what he says. The intruder seems frightened. Maybe he isn't a killer after all, because if he was he wouldn't have given up that easily.

Two other cops come in, I hear their walkie-talkies going off, and I see their bright colorful lights on the cop cars. I feel at ease knowing I'm safe now, well I think at least. I still have this odd uneasy feeling. Maybe I'm just overthinking it because it's been one long crazy night. Then the cop who yelled at the intruder comes towards me.

He asks for my name.

"My name is Sam," I say.

"Sam what?" As he slowly helped untie me from the chair.

"Sam..." I start seeing colors.

I start slowly fading off into the darkness. I see the cops start running to me trying to figure out what's going on with me.

All I can hear from afar is, "Sam stay with us", as their voices slowly start fading out into thin air. Then out of nowhere...

Everything is completely dark. And quiet...

Then out of nowhere, I woke up on the floor, in the middle of a bank.

I'm wondering what the hell is happening to me. I look at my arm and the big cut on my arm is gone from the knife. Not even a scar is there. Then I slowly start to think to myself...

"Was that all just a dream?"