Nightmares (Editing)

Nightmare 3

Ella walked into her stepfather's apartment, tiptoeing quietly. She had just come back from the movies with her friends and they had, of course, watched a horror movie, so she was extremely paranoid, and she didn't want to make a noise for that reason. 

She trekked up the stairs, trying to be so quiet  you could hear a pin drop. 

As she was walking up the last step, the stairs creaked and groaned under her weight.

Ella froze hearing her step-dad's bedroom door open, and a pang of fear hit her heart, her stomach aching with anxious nerves. She sprinted towards her room as quietly as she could, sighing in relief as she made it to her bed. She bent down with her hands on her knees, she had never been in good shape so this was a workout for her. 

She sat down on the bed, the lights were on, thank god, she thought. She took out her phone and started scrolling through instagram, and laughing silently at the memes and puns. She stopped though when she heard a tapping noise in her closet.

Her breath hitched as the lights flickered before turning off completely, and a horrible fear ran through her veins as she stood up abruptly.

"W-who." She gulped, her throat dry with anticipation. "Who's there?" Her shaky voice cracked with paranoia.

She heard a creak on the floor boards followed by another and a scratchy whisper bounced off the wooden walls of her room with the promise of death in the air, and she cried out, groping along the wall to find the light switch. She knew something; someone was there.

She froze when she heard a familiar chuckle. Placing a hand over her lips and nose to quiet herself so she wouldn't be found, her shoulders started to shake, Ella did not find this funny unlike the voice behind her.

She jumped and screeched when a man's arm wrapped around her waist and threw her over his shoulder.

Ella's useless screams were muffled as she was thrown into the old-man's room and onto his bed. She looked up and gasped at the sight of her care-taker. The lights were dimmed in there, and she could barely see the evil glint in her stepfather's eyes.

She was full of fear as he yanked Ella up by her hair, her forehead cold with sweat, and her feet lifted off the ground as her hands started to become clammy and shake erratically. 

"Why were you so fricken loud?" he spat in a strong voice, giving her no remorse or empathy as his brows furrowed together in anger.

"I'm s-sorry!" Ella yelped, spit hitting her face from her father causing her to flinch back, and her short fingernails scratched at his hands attempting to get away.

Her pleading didn't matter to him as his iron grip on her hair tightened. His grip still on her orange hair, he reached behind her with his free hand and grabbed his sheets.

"I'll make sure you'll never make a sound again," he whispered, his lips curling up into an eerie smirk.

Ella was frozen, she couldn't fight back and she was scared. Tears were tumbling down her pink tinted cheeks as she knew what was about to happen next. She thought of how funny something like this could happen so easily and fast in a snap.

With Ella's stepfathers free hand, he began wrapping the white silk sheet around her throat, her eyes bulging out slightly as she struggled to get out of his grasp, groping the sheet with her shaking small hands trying to rip it away.

It was useless, though, she thought. Time was going by fast, and she could here the ticking of the clock that hung right above the door. She was slowly running out of oxygen and her father chuckled hearing his stepdaughter choke and at the way small ragged breaths managed to escape her mouth. Ella's eyesight blurred, black spots dotting the corners of her eyes. She stilled in his grip knowing this was over.