Recalled

Sweet Dreams

Sam jolted awake.

He was panting. What in the hell was wrong with him?

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock....It was two thirty-seven in the morning. He crawled out of his bed, and turned on his lamp. He winced as he stretched. His body ached. Curious and afraid as to why, he walked to his bathroom.

Flicking on the bright fluorescent light, made him instantly regret it. His eyes felt like he had just stared deeply into the sun; it burned him. He had to recollect himself, blinking numerous times for several minutes until his eyes had finally adjusted. He squinted, but could finally withstand the room. The right side of his waist was hurting, and he was slowly debating on if he wanted to look at himself in the mirror. Something in his mind simply told him that doing so would not be a wise decision. Of course his curiosity would get the best of him.

He looked at his bare chest in the mirror, standing in his South park-themed boxers and was immediately repulsed.

His eyes were red...very red. Not the red from when you rub your eyes, it was almost as if they were....glowing!

Horrified and confused, he staggered back and bumped into the wall behind him. His right side was deeply bruised! What in the world?! It looked as if he had just went through five games without any rest! As soon as he noticed the markings on his body, his mouth began to terribly ache.

Sam just shook his head in denial...He knew what he was going to see way before he even looked. He slowly crept up to the mirror, and pried open his mouth with his hands. As his fingers touched the inside of his mouth, he winced when he felt a sharp stab of pain in his index finger. Blood began to trickle from his mouth. He looked at his mouth and nearly screamed. His teeth were neatly aligned, but were as jagged and sharp as a white sharks...and red like a sharks mouth too...All of his teeth were stained with what appeared to be as blood.

"My God...Did I...?" Sam wondered, he prayed not. He took an hour long shower, as well as brush his teeth until his gums bled and stung of Listerine; then went back to bed.

He stared at the ceiling as the thunder rattled his elaborate home, and his room being illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. It was pouring outside, and he truly could not go back to sleep for the life of him. He was afraid of having another nightmare...At least, that's what he hoped it had been. After about two hours of staring at the ceiling,the pitter-patter of the hard rain hitting the ceiling of his home lulled him to sleep...

As he opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm clock the next morning, he crawled out of bed and stretched. Smacked his mouth and turned to look at his bed, and found a dead raccoon. Sam screamed and jumped back from his bed.

The poor raccoon was barely anything more than scraps. It's body was nearly and neatly torn in half! It's intestines were decor all over his room. Like a drape or canopy over his bed, and Sam was terrified. He ran out into the hallway and down the stairs as he soon realized that the raccoon was still alive! It had began to start making some strange agonizing sound and was beginning to attempt at dragging itself towards him. It's eyes were blood red.

As he made his way down the stairs and towards the door, he began to feel hope that he could escape this hell. That was, before he opened the door.

He just stopped dead in his tracks as he had first attempted to make a dash for his car. Until he noticed that his entire landscape of the front of his home was covered with dead bodies of his fellow classmates and friends.

Confusion, sorrow, anger, and anguish overwhelmed Sam's brain. He didn't know how to react, although he felt great relief when he realized that he hadn't seen Alejandra's body in the midst of the students. Albeit he nearly collapsed when he saw what had become of his dear friend Ambrosia....

He walked over the soul-less staring bodies of classmates, towards her. He knelt down and cradled her and just silently watched her. Her eyes were fortunately closed, and he appreciated it that way. She looked so beautiful, as if she were sleeping...But he knew the truth. He held her tightly and felt the sudden urge to cry. As a tear ran down from his face onto her cheek, miraculously Ambrosia began to move and stir!

"Ambrosia?" Sam asked in disbelief.

She opened up her eyes at the sound of her name, and smiled at him in a way that she never had before. It was flirtatious, provocative even. She slowly raised her arm, which had shreds of her shirt hanging weakly at the wrist. Stroking his hair as he stared at her in amazement.

She looked deeply into his eyes, as if she were searching for something and not speaking a word.

Then as he stared deeply back into her eyes, she pounced onto him and began biting his face as he screamed in misery and horror.

Sam jolted out of his bed and flipped out of it onto his feet flailing his arms all over the place in defense. He looked around, and realized that it was still dark. He was horrified to look at the clock. So he skipped the task and jogged to the bathroom after realizing that nothing was in his bed after flickering on the lamp near his bed.

He cautiously paused before examining himself in the mirror, keeping his eyes closed.

After feeling for the mirror, he opened them, and immediately opened his mouth expecting to see sharp jagged teeth and blood.

.....There was nothing.

He looked at his side.

.....Nothing.

Stared into his eyes.

....Nothing.

Sam slowly walked back into his room. It was three forty-five in the morning.

"Man screw this, my ass is staying up!" Sam thought as he went downstairs and walked to his kitchen, aiming for the strongest brew of caffeine in coffee he could find.