It was a good dream, I decided, especially the girl. The doctor told me that the medication could trigger vivid dreaming. I'd been expecting nightmares, though. If this was all it could do to me I didn't mind at all. I slammed the balcony door, stripped to my boxers and left the clothes on the floor. My stomach sagged over my drawers, a growing ball of soft fat. The girl from my dream wouldn't look twice at me in this life. I pictured her, the curves of her hips, her luxurious hair...
A lone candle's tiny flame sends lightning around her bedroom. We claw at each other, two bodies merging under white sheets. The flashes of light blind me. In the total darkness I hear her moan. Then, in a low and breathless whisper, she adds, "Ah, baby." It almost makes me cry, the way she calls me baby.
She slides off of me. My vision returns. I eye her alabaster body, then roll onto my side and pull her close so I can keep her a little longer.
"I'm falling for you hard," I say.
The words sound loud, like thunder.
She turns to me and smiles. Again, it radiates.
Then I hear him screaming again, the man in the woods. His guttural yells penetrate the walls like a sudden blast of winter. "Ou taah aaaah merr. Ou et aahh aaaa merr ow!"
"He's really nuts-o tonight," she says and chuckles.
"We have to do something about him," I tell her.
Her soft lips fall to mine and in that kiss a single moment stretches to what feels like decades.
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Dark Houses
HorrorChapter One The car breaks. Its engine makes a loud bang, then sputters as metal rips into metal. The noise reminds me of my father's deathbed cough. I let off the gas and the motor shuts down. I coast in neutral, ease the car onto the narrow dirt s...
