I had my first nightmare that night.
I've had nightmares before. Usually after watching some scary movie. But I've never felt so helpless, so terrified. It was like one flash of horror after another. Each scene worse than the next. I remember in one my family were screaming in pain. I remember seeing blood splashing on the walls and the ceiling. Handfuls of it as though someone was throwing a bucket of paint. But I knew it wasn't paint; I could smell that coppery smell; you know that copper smell of blood. There was so much of it in the air I could taste it in my mouth. And then the screaming stopped, and there was my family in the living room. What was left of them. They had been cut, slashed, torn apart. Butchered in the most horrific way. And before the scream building inside me could rip from my lips, there was a flash, and I was somewhere else. This time something was chasing me. Something big, and dark, and terrifying. I have never been so scared in my life. This time I woke screaming, my heart pounding as if I had run a mile, sweat poured down my face.
I wasn't the only one to have the nightmares. The next day at school when I saw Chantel in the hallway between classes, she told me she had wicked nightmares too.
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The Darkness Within
ParanormalSkyler and her new classmates have gathered together around a bonfire in the desert, and someone begs Skyler to tell a scary story. Skyler's story is about a group of teens that stumble onto an old mining shaft, and when they go into the mine shaft...
