The Song

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I wake up. It is in the middle of the night. I am in my bed, thankful I didn't fall off of it like last time I had this nightmare. I am safe. No Camilla I don't know who Camilla is. She is a girl in my nightmares. She is a girl who I am always trying to protect.

I always have the same nightmare for a year. Then it changes but Camilla is always there. I will always have the same nightmare for a year. Then it changes but Camilla is always there. I will always be haunted by her until the day I die.

I step out of my bed. I go to get a glass of water. I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass. That's when I hear it. The scream. It's my mom. I put my glass down.

"MOM!" I yell. "Are you okay?"

Lights turn on next door.

"Mom?" I ask.

A dog barks.

"Mom? Mother? Mommy? He-hello?" I start to walk towards the stairs.

Then a glass breaks in the kitchen. I run into the kitchen to find the glass cup shattered on the floor. There goes my water. Then a gunshot rings through the air. Where have I heard that sound before? Then it hits me. From my dream. Now it's my turn to scream. I start to turn on all the lights, frantically.

"HELP! Someone help me! Please." I scream.

I hear laughter. I scream louder. Tears blur my vision. I stumble blindly in the hallway, attempting to turn on all the lights in the house. I hear her voice. Her dreaded voice. Camilla's voice. I scream even louder. I realize she is singing. Her voice sounds like the devil wrote the lyrics.

"Someone murdered your mother, who could it be? Someone murdered your mother, come play with me!"

I scream as loud as I can. I hear the front door open behind me. I turn to see my neighbors. They look at me as if I have 50 heads. I hear Camilla's voice again and realize that the voice is coming out of my mouth. She makes me sing her sick, twisted song.

"Someone murdered my mother, who could it be? Someone murdered my mother, definitely not me!"

I am terrified. If she can control my mouth what else can she do? Then the words of her song sunk in. Someone murdered my mom? I scream. Horrified. What kind of sick twisted world is this?

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