A Collection of Short Stories

Blackout

Hello. This short story is inspired by a nightmare that I had as a child. In fact, it was a reoccurring nightmare that terrified me beyond belief. I hope that you will find enjoyment in my past pain. 

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     Nightmares: the very thing that terrifies millions of young children everyday. Just the thought of falling asleep, let alone doing the action, is a rather arduous task. Little girls and boys stay up pestering their parents all hours of the night, describing in detail the nightmare that they had about the heffulumps and woozles. However, there is always the odd one out. There was one little girl that had a belligerent childhood filled with abused and disappointments. Sometimes, she dreamt of blackouts. Not the kind when the lights go out, but men. They're tall men clothed in upscale suits. Their skin is porcelain white, lips equivalent to the rest of their face. They had defined bone structure, and cavernous black holes for eyes. They'll hunt you until they corner you; being caught is inevitable. The air will turn ice cold and everything goes black. Your milieu moves in slow motion. Even though you're perspiring, you're frozen to the touch. They confidently make their way towards you and steadily caress your neck. Then, as if a trap door is being released from underneath you, their ice-cold hands pull you up as you fight for life. No matter how hard you struggle, the men show no signs of repentance. They gaze blankly ahead as the life slowly exits your body, you're life flashing before your eyes. The first time you rode a bike, catching butterflies with your mom and your first crush. Next thing, your body lies inanimate on the ground, black holes where your eyes once were. When you are awoken from the ghastly nightmare, it will leave you gasping for life, questioning your sanity.