Dead Night Dreams

The hour hand slowly but steadily ticks by, 1 to 2, 3 and now 4. Bright orange, red, and yellow lights flicker through the window, dancing across the walls as the chants and joyous roars of others can be heard outside. Streber winces and tries to cover his head with his pillow, doing his best to block out the noise.

The date was November 5th- Bonfire night. As much as he wishes he could attend the gigantic bonfires along with the crowds of the melodic herds of people, all singing different variations of carols, streber couldnt.

Instead, he was cooped up in a shitty hospital room- Spiders nestled in the corners, the wind rushed in through the cracks in the wooden windowframe, the floorboards creaked even when nobody was standing on them. It was hardly even a hospital room.

"Thats what you get for going to the cheapest hospital in your area" Streber muttered to himself, huffing in annoyance. He banged his fist down against the almost solid matress, anger boiling within him as flakes of paint fluttered down from the cieling above him.

"Aghh, stupid fucking room!" Streber hollered, irritatedly dusting the flakes off of the thin sheets. Why did it have to be him? Whyd he have to end up in this situation? What did he do that was so terribly wrong that he deserved this!? Streber sighed bitterly as he flicked his gaze down to the bandages wrapping his upper-left arm.

He didnt like looking at it.

-Time skip back to Halloween night-

Streber shoved his hands into his pockets, marginally pissed. He had put out countless adverts to host a haunted house on halloween throughout the past two months, but nobody showed. Not a single person showed up to audition as an actor- he'd had the house he was going to use as a haunted house reserved already aswell! 'Well, there goes a good chunk of my money' He thought to himself.

He sulked and pulled out his phone. One of his friends, no, his only friend, Radford, was going to meet him that night. Apparently, he was wearing a similar costume to that of a serial killer that had broken out recently from jail in the area to scare the living daylights out of kids and passerbys. The idea was mildy amusing to Streber, but he preferred to stick with a good old classic- a cheap vampire costume.

Up in the distance, a red figure appeared. Streber immediately began pacing over, glad something was finally happening. He couldnt make out the figures face- but the costume Radford described to him matched the costume the figure was wearing perfectly.

"RADFORD!! RADFORD, OVER HERE!!" Streber squawked, rushing over to meet the figure, but it seemed to not notice streber. It was eagerly fixed on looking at a house across the street, almost seeming like it was waiting for someone to appear inside it. Brushing it off, streber enthusiastically strolled up to the figure, elbowing it when he got close enough.

"Wow, rad, youve really went all out on this costume!" Streber gawked, admiring the lengths Radford mustve went to, seeing that even his height had changed. Strebers confident mood immediately fled when the figure turned round to face him, black tufts of hair sticking out from underneath the cheaply made devil horns and those eyes.

God, those horrible eyes.

They stared deep into Strebers soul, hell, beyond it even. The deep, old, sunken in eyes glared at him, the pulsing cyan around them making the figure look alien. The thing wheezed, its uncannily wide smile turning into a ghastly frown. "Sorry.. Sorry man.. Im sorry..." Streber hardly choked out, barely audible amongst the chatter of other excited people.

It took a hefty step forward, not breaking eye contact ever, not even to blink. Streber froze. Where could he go? What was going to become of him? The thoughts raced about his head, paralyzing him infront of the creature. He felt vulnerable, he felt weak.

It grabbed at his collar, the large hands pulling him effortlessely onto his tip-toes. "Please! Im sorry!" Streber lamented, wailing in fear. It grabbed at his shoulder with another hand, pushing it so far he was sure it would dislocate at any moment.