Tuesday was the day that the class had a trip to a village. The village was quite far away so it was going to take a few, long exhausting hours to get there. The coach was hot and cramped but at least the cushioned seats were somewhat comfortable to survive the ride there.
When arriving at the village, it was strangely quiet and deserted. The houses were of a style of medieval times, wooden small houses. One room per family and stood tall and cramped together. Dirty paths which were coated in a blanket of human faeces and animal faeces that had been left to dry up.
On the coach was an uneasy 17-year-old girl. Dread, fear and nausea had swallowed her whole. Her Hazel eyes clearly held fear as she hesitated to get off the coach which she called her safe place. Standing up she braced herself for the awaiting events the eerie village had for her. Each step that was made going closer and closer to the foreboding exit she dreaded to step through echoed, not in a good way. It was sharp, loud, deafening.
This girl held her bag close to her body. Pale, skinny, and stood five feet six inches tall, lips the colour of cherries and dark teal hair that fell softly and wavily just past her jawline. Her body shaped like an hourglass, obviously being the pretty girl, everyone admired and adored her. Although, she was different from other popular girls, dressed in nineties grunge style. Ripped jet-black jeans, black band t-shirt along with a dark blue denim jacket and black combat boots.
Her name is Mikah, Mikah Redferne.
As Mikah approached the exit her body was shaking rapidly, her breaths becoming sharp and brisk. Building up the courage, Mikah slowly took one step out of the coach, the other step hesitantly followed.
Cold air immediately sent shivers down her spine. Examining the area, Mikah searched for a possible warm spot, sadly not having any luck.
Finally, Mikah had gained the courage to start walking around the village. It was eerie and isolated. Every street was empty and dark. Each house was worn down, boarded up and empty. Mikah was hesitant to make anymore regretful steps, pausing to think about her next move.
Ready to turn around and leave, something stopped her.
A man, old, maybe late seventies and dressed in a torn old light brown suit stained with patches of dirt. He stood opposite her, at the other end of the pathway, staring menacingly at her. Almost as if burning holes into her soul.
The uncomfortably silent village was awoken. The man being the only visible 'human' living in these foreboding, boarded up houses, seeming bothered by her presence. Silence was broken. Mikah heard a moist squishing sound that was awfully close to her. Maybe too close. An uncomfortable stretching sensation began to grow worse around her stomach area. Regretfully, she placed a hand on her stomach, strangely a thick, warm, wet liquid coated her soft pale hand. Glancing down she saw blood. The thick red blood coating her hands and clothes. Her hazel eyes travelled towards where her stomach should have been and instead saw a gaping hole getting bigger by the minute with her organs spilling out like an overflowing sink.
A pounding sensation rushed through her chest which seemed to just intensify.
Mikah snapped opened her eyes to see she wasn't in that cursed village. Her body was fine, and she was still sitting in a coach filled with her class.
It was just a nightmare.
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Painful Nights - A real life experience
Korkuhello my name is Mikkie and I have very severe nightmares that traumatise me. They are very real and graphic. I remember every little detail from how the trees looked to people in the distance and the smell in the air. I wish they were nicer or even...
