Nightmare (1st Draft)

As a young child, I rarely have any nightmares but when I do have any nightmares they are beyond scary.

Just today, I had a nightmare. It started out fine like any other dream. It was in a euphoric state where I'd usually smile and laugh along with the others. Today's dream consisted of my old batch mates and teachers, there was this dance competition going on and I was simply enjoying it.

After the dance competition, one of the teachers told me "Taray sabay na lang tayo." I agreed since we live in the same town. So I prepared my things, for 2 teachers were waiting for me. As we went outside the school, like any other dream the venue was different, we walked a little and we came across an old public bathroom.

The bathroom was big, almost as big as a 1 storey house. It was colored with a vibrant orange and blue, a color combination which I would never understand. It has at least 3 sides and 6 cubicles on each one. It was divided by walls that had open doors and the lighting merely came out of 2 incandescent light bulbs on the ceiling on each sector.  

The bathroom was old, I'd give it 50 years, and it was filled with graffiti and never ending vandalisms. There were no mirrors, no sinks, just cubicles with toilets.  

The stench was putrid; it smelled of feces, urine, and oddly a scent of something rancid. It was as if an odd scent of decay. It was probably just the rats, I thought.

I could never conjure up a reason why my teacher would take a bathroom break here. The place was absolutely falling apart.

As my 2 teachers went to the bathroom, I just stood there and waited for them. After a minute or two, I started hearing whispers and murmurs. I looked at my right and just saw the door and at my left just another door to go inside another sector. I started having goose bumps, and all the hairs in my body started to rise.

We were the only ones around, I don't know why maybe because it was about 5 p.m. or something. Then the whispers started getting louder and I saw a figure through the next sector. And as cliché as this may sound, I followed it. Yes, I know I'm an idiot. Where did my rationality go? Didn't I ever heard of the saying curiosity killed the cat? Don't worry, even I abhor that idiocy.

After, I followed the figure. Another one passed through another sector, this time I didn't follow it. I noticed something odd; all of them were wearing the same type of clothing. All were wearing a tank top and knee length shorts. The color was violet, and the design was white lilacs printed on it. As I got nearer, another one passed, but I remained in a cubicle where they could not see me.

I looked at the figure, and my heart started beating so fast that I was afraid it would jump out of my rib cage. I started getting tears in my eyes, and the goose bumps on my body just wouldn't let me be.

The figure was a pudgy, old woman with a guy's hair cut and what I noticed next scared the hell out of me. Her eyes were blood shot and didn't have any pupils, her feet were cut off and she was just mindlessly floating.

And as if feeling my scrutiny, she looked at my direction, I couldn't move and I couldn't speak. She looked at me, and she started crying, with blood as her tears. I merely closed my eyes, sat down on the toilet seat, covered my ears and started chanting a prayer. I was shaking out of fear and I was already crying. Then I removed my hand from my ears and heard my teacher's voice. Thank God, I thought. I started running towards my teacher, and I really have to thank God because there she was all ready to go.

I started holding her hand, because I was really scared. She questioned my shaking, but I merely shook my head. As we got outside, the other teacher went to another direction and we went to another. We arrived at an auditorium, and apparently there was a show going on. I stopped in a booth since a flier caught my attention, and as I looked down the stairs it was white and really wide. My teacher was going down through the flight of stairs and I noticed a figure following her.

When I followed them, I saw the old woman from the public bathroom. I shouted the words uttered in the sign of the cross, and then followed it with the Apostles Creed and my teacher uttered with me. The ghost looked at me with the most bone chilling glare that shouted bloody murder. I held my teacher's hand and we started running towards the front seats.

I wanted to seat in the middle, since it was a little safer with the entire crowd in here. After that, my teacher met up with her old friends. A middle aged businessman with brown hair, a fake smile, and a fit figure, beside him was a beautiful lady with hair the same color as the sun, and eyes the same color as the ocean, she looked like a young Nichole Kidman, and on the other side of the businessman looks to be his younger brother with the same looks yet more handsome.

After sitting down, the younger brother of the businessman and the beautiful lady started had the urge to pee, oddly enough no one said a word about them leaving together. I dreaded the next scene, because suddenly we were outside the public bathroom and they went inside.

After 10 minutes, the 2 were still in there. My teacher went to buy popcorn, and I was alone with the businessman who was looking mildly agitated. His black suit reminded me of death. I do not know why.

After 5 more minutes, the businessman went inside and I followed him for reasons that I do not know, most likely curiosity. As we went inside, the putrid smell started invading my nose, the smell of feces, urine, decay and something different. Sex, was it? We opened the door of the cubicle, where scandalous groans and moans were being produced. The sight before us enraged the businessman. It was the younger brother and the beautiful lady having sexual intercourse, and they were in a position were they'd put the kamasutra to shame.

They paid us no attention, even though the businessman was already fuming. So we went to the third sector and the businessman had this crazy idea where he would just go and rape the next girl who was coming because he wanted to make the beautiful woman jealous. His eyes moved from one cubicle to another, as if he were crazy. Good thing, I was too young for his tastes and he paid me no mind. Then suddenly I started hearing a child's voice singing, and I just knew this was no good. My instincts told me to hide and lift myself up in the cubicle by sitting on the toilet seat. I told the businessman to hide on the other cubicle. He just sat on the toilet sit mindlessly and I closed the door.

The child's voice started getting louder, meaning it was on the second sector. I started hiding and rising myself up using the walls on the cubicle. My heart was pounding, and I was yet again shaking. It was tough, since I was in this position. Beads of sweat were rolling down my face, and I was trying hard to keep my mouth shut. The orange walls and brown door of the ensuite paid me no comfort, and tears started streaming on my face when I started to hear the child's singing.

It was a sad and creepy tune, with low and high notes, and it speaks about death. It was odd for a child to sing such a tune. In the first time in my whole life, I was really scared. The scent of decay and death started getting more and more evident, and as the child passed through my door.

It paused a little, this time my heart was beating so fast and I stopped breathing. I was shaking and crying. A sigh of relief almost escaped me when the child continues to walk, but it paused right at the next cubicle and started laughing.

The businessman, I gasped in my mind. I told him to fucking hide, but he didn't listen to me.

The next thing I heard was the businessman shouting out of fear, and what sounds like the tearing of flesh and the cracking of bones. As I looked on the floor, blood started to spill in my cubicle and an eye rolled on the floor. I almost shouted but caught myself.

"Mommy, you're here!" I heard the child shouted.

"Yes, darling. It was marvelous. I had brought a B-10, and here's a gun. I already digested it son, so you can eat it now. " An old woman replied.

What I heard was truly fucked up, I didn't know what a B-10 was and why anyone would eat a gun, but I don't mother fucking care. I forced myself to wake up, and thank God I did.

The first thing, I saw was the white ceiling, and I reached for my cell phone and looked at the time. It was already 10 a.m. I've been sleeping for 11 hours. I craned my neck and texted my cousin.

After that, I told myself "I am never going to eat something sweet again before I sleep; it's giving me motherfucking nightmares."