Scary Shorts

The Dream

The two cars mangled and blended together. Almost like it was some sort of sick art piece. Sirens were surrounding the area in an instant. I watched men zip my father's lifeless body into a black bag, and the ambulance and carried him away. I continued to watch in horror as the scene around me changed from the blasting noise of sirens and never ending tears to my mother quietly sobbing while talking on the phone.

"You-you're sure he's dead?" My mother spoke to the small square device in her hand. She started to violently sob, yelling at the man for letting the love of her life die. I struggled to run and comfort her, but my body refused. All I could do is watch, and watch, and sob with her. My mother's sobs started to change into laughter. Psychotic laughter. She continued to cackle in my direction while the walls around me started to melt. It was like my body had finally accepted my request to move and I jumped out of whatever trance I was in. I ran and ran, but the hallway was endless. The floor around me started to collapse and soon enough, I was walking on only a thin plank of wood. I slowed my pace and looked around, only to see darkness and floating furniture. Sensing no danger, I sat down and admired the scenery. It was peaceful. The silence was was welcoming. A small smile creeped up on my face, until I spotted my father floating lifelessly in the darkness. Confused, I stared at him for a moment, only to confirm that he really was my father. In the midst of my glare, my father started to mutilate into a demon-like creature and flew towards me.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!" He screamed. Once again, I was paralyzed. His words played on a loop. He refused to stop yelling. I wanted to run, I wanted to cry, I prayed that death would arrive and take me to the angels above, but I couldn't get away...i'll never get away...