I watched as the girl withered in agony. Her eyes creasing as her nose scrunched in like a rabbit. Whimpering escaped her lips. Tossing and turning in her sleep became an ordinary occurrence this night.
This was the moment I was afraid of. It terrified me, not being able to see the pain they're going through. Not being able to help. It was apart of my job to incure such horrible dreams upon hapless subjects.
Ever since I could remember, I was assigned to a district in Scandinavia. At night, I come out from underneath the beds to touch a victim's forehead. Nobody deserves it, not the night scares where they visit the unpleasant.
When I go to sleep during the day, I dream about these victims I've bestowed misery. It haunts me to think about how they go through their day unsatisfied by their restless sleep. Do they still remember the dreams I harm them with? Do they feel tormented for days because of it? How much damage do I cause the innocence?
I can imagine someone standing over me as I sleep. Observing my tormenting dreams about my victims. Sometimes I can feel a presence, but I know no one can come into my niche.
I'm a monster who gives night terrors to the innocent. A monster who has night terrors about the innocent. A monster who's innocence has been taken away because of them.
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Stars Full Of Stories
General FictionShort little story prompts that I found enjoyable to read. I hope you take a liking to them as well. You can also use the prompts to create a magical little piece for yourself as well!
