A Twisted Tale

Bad Dream

Blood, the was blood everywhere. It stains my clothes, my skin. The blood stains everything... No other colour but crimson red.

It's metallic taste and smell lingers in my nose, in my mouth. Where am I? I haven't a clue. Who's blood is dripping my down my chin? Why am I licking it from my lips? Confusion floods my mind, Like a child I am lost without the guiding hand of another.

I look around, I seem to be in a living room. It would be a normal sight if not for the blood and the shredded couch. Pictures on the wall - they're crooked, bloody and smashed.

The fear that replaces the confusion is ice in my veins; it makes it impossible to move, as though my feet are frozen from the icy fear to the floor. Or perhaps the shadows had just decided to hold me down, preventing me from being able to run.

Maybe if I would speak, maybe then I would be able to move. To get out of this scene from a horror movie.

"He..hello?.." A raspy question directed at no one but the walls. Nothing. But what did I expect? For the walls to talk back and tell me where I was. That would be a stupid thing to expect. Yet it didn't stop me from speaking up again with a shaking voice.

"Plea...please. I..is any..anyone th..there?" Silence spread around the room as I listened closely. Joy like no other replaced the fear for a moment when I heard the voice of another. But it was a short lived joy, because the fear came back. It sounded terrified and broken. What a poor little soul.

"P..ple..please, hel..help me" the voice started to shake more at the end then broke out into hic up like sobs. My heart felt like it were breaking just from hearing the young child's voice.

Maybe it was just my instinct overcoming my fear, the instinct to protect an innocent child. Maybe that's what got the shadows to let go of me, maybe that's why I was able to move. Though only sluggishly.

"Hel...help me!" The cry of the child seemed to fill me with sudden energy, my sluggish walk turning to a faced paced run. My footsteps hit the ground with wet slaps because if how soaked the floor was with blood, my eyes darting wildly around, looking for anything they may prevent me from getting to the child.

I cannot help but look around at this home as I move quickly through it.

Quite clearly this was a happy family home. The was draped with photographs of happier time. Family holidays and birthdays and Christmas's. It was obviously a family filled with love, but when everything was coated with blood it seemed to paint a darker image even though there wasn't one within the photos.

When observing anyone could see that it looked as if a beast had run wild in here, a beast without any restraint. The blood splashed against the hanging photos - a bone chillingly cold act, it disturbed me to no end. I could go on for forever about how much this bloody place but I hadn't time though to think to hard on these things for a child may need my help.

The sobs got louder as I moved closer to a purple door covered in beautiful picture drawings, a little childish but the looked very good. I noticed one with blood on the corner, it was a drawing of a woman with violet eyes and man with grey eyes. It looked like it had been made with love, not just scribbled but like this child had sat down and not moved till it had been finished. Beautiful really.

"Help me!" My train of thought was broken by the child's cry, my sweaty palm gripped the bloody handle and I threw open the door. The smell of blood was stronger in this room, my eyes looked around before settling on a tiny figure huddled in the corner. A cushion pulled against her face, sobbing uncontrollably. I moved closer, my voice full of worry as I whisper to her.

"Are y..you okay?" Her trembling body ceases to move, the room goes deathly silent. Even her sobs had stopped.

"N...No" her voice sounds as if its begging for something, but for what. The little girls head snaps up, I am staring into a pair of violet and grey eyes. More tears begin to roll down her cheeks but she stays silent for a moment then all hell breaks loose.