The Nightmere; Victim 1

RUN

Seth did not feel himself turn around nor did he feel his feet flying through the forest. Once again he heard the shrieking audibility of the figures curtailing cry. It was so harsh and reclusive that he had to crouch down and cover his ears to withstand the reached noise. When all was quiet,  once again, he stood up ans started running, his strait brown hair swaying in front of his eyes.

No matter how many times Seth looked back to find nothing behind him but the darkness of night, he knew that creature was following him. He could feel its presence, hear its breath in his head.

He felt as though he were in one of his own fantasy's. He wished he were. He wished he could shake himself out of a trance and still be sitting on the edge of the woods, the cool night breeze blowing on his face. But no matter how much he wished he knew this was no fantasy. No matter how much he didn't want to believe it, he knew this was real and all he could do to get away was run. He had to run faster.

It was black out and a thick fog had swept over the feild he was now running through. The only thing that kept him from being oblivious to what was in front of him was the brightness of the full moon.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he scrambled through the door of his house. A moment later his parents came scurrying through the hall that lead to the front door.

"Seth whats the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Seth's mother, Alison Jackson, exclaimed.

Seth was out of breath, his legs were shaking uncontrollably, and his heart had jumped into his throat. He couldn't begin to even put one word together. All he could manage was, "something's. Out there."

His father, Matthew Jackson, said he would go check around for anything out of ordinary.

Alison led her son to one of the couches in their living room and sat him down. "It's alright Seth." She said soothingly. "I'm sure it was just one of those Anderson boys down the street. They're always playing tricks on people.

"B-but it wasn't." He said shaking his head in disagreement. "I-it, it couldn't have been." He was practically yelling now.

"Just calm down Seth. It's okay. If you could just calmly explain what it was you saw."

"It...it looked, it w-was,"he stumbled along at a loss for words.

"Seth take a few deep breaths." Alison commanded trying to calm the boy best she could.

He sucked in a few deep breaths andet them out. He knew his mother would ask him again what had happened, but he didn't know what he was going to say. He didn't know how to explain what he had seen. Every time he opened his mouth to say something about the cloaked figure nothing would come out, as if someone had stolen the words from his mouth the moment he tried to spit them out.

"Now, explain slowly to me what it was you saw."

"I-I don't know...I don'tknow what it was i saw." Seth shook his head giving up on trying.

Suddenly the door swung open, creating a racket which made Seth's body jerk as he sharply turned to see his dad walk in. His father closed the door behind him, locked it, then walked up to the couch Seth was sitting on.

"No signs of anything out of the ordinary except the knocked over garbage can. You must 'ave stumbled into it running up here."

Seth almost felt like laughing. But in the end couldn't find enough humor to conjure up a laugh.

"There's nothing to be afraid of son. Come on lets all just go to bed. I think we all need a good night's sleep." Matthew said softly. Seth shook his head in agreement.

As he lay in his bed that night, listening to the creeks and groans of the settling house, he realized how exhausted he really was and quickly slipped into a deep sleep. But it was not at all pleasant because of the nightmares that quickly formed in his head as he slept, causing him to toss and turn all night.