My dark, twisted and demented imagination

Cry of fear

I'm in my bedroom. It's pitch black except for the one lamp I keep turned on. Everything is placed where it should be: the closet is messy as always, my desk cluttered with homework due the night before, my backpack is thrown on the floor on its side where my textbooks are nearly falling out. The room had turned to a frightening frigid cold temperature, I figured it was just the bipolar weather.

I seem to be laying down with my siblings sleeping next to me. My 6-year-old sister has blankets wrapped around her protecting her from the cold and my 8-year-old brother just has his blankets kicked off of him. Typical. 

The lamp shuts off.

There is a flicker of light. It was my lamp that suddenly turned on again. There are now sounds of static. At this point, I start to panic as im sweating profusely.

It seems to be an old television placed in the front of my bed, playing the kids channel in black and white.

It seems to be repeating the words:

♪ Sleep little one
Sleep already

Or the Coco will come and take you away.

Sleep little one
Sleep already

Or the Coco will come and eat you up. ♪

The pitch of the lullaby grows higher as seconds pass...

My ear starts to bleed.

I tried to feel my bloody ear as there was blood dripping to my shoulder from my ear, staining the large white shirt that I had worn to bed that night. I could not feel it anymore. I tried to get up to rush to the phone to call emergency services. Alas, I could not get up from the bed. My efforts were in vain. There seemed to be some sort of force sitting on my chest that restricted my movement.

I screamed my lungs out, trying to ask for help but no sound came out of my mouth that was trying to form words and speak. I was baffled and tried screaming several more times. Nothing. My tears rolled down my cheeks clearing the sweaty grime I was producing trying to get out of this bed.

There was nothing I could do but watch. 

The old television that looked like it was from a horror movie suddenly turned off. And with that, the lullaby had stopped.  There was a large figure, it looked like a creepy clown. It had a butchers knife in its hand. It was looming over my two siblings. 

The creepy clown turned to face me and stared at me with its piercing black eyes and mouthed the words: I am coco.

He turned back to my siblings with his bloody butcher knife and started to create cuts in my sister's neck.

I tried to beg the creepy, bloody figure to leave my siblings but I could not speak. I cried as I watched him create a deeper slit in my sister's neck. The blood had started to spurt out like a fire hose and the level of blood had slowly lowered as it had been drained out of her. Her face was pale and she was motionless.

It had shuffled over to my brother, this time picking up and sniffing his arm. The waterfall began. Tears were streaming down my face, so much that it had blurred my vision. 

The monster bit my brother's arm off. You could see the tissue, blood, and bone. He too was soon losing blood, this time more rapidly than my sister.   

I screamed, more so I tried to scream. I couldn't hear myself. I had passed out, right there on the bed next to my two dead siblings.

Something was shaking me. I could hear voices. I felt tears streaming down my face. I could hear myself now, I was crying. 

I opened my eyes as I was shaking. It was the voices of my parents. They were with me in my bed consoling me, and asking what had happened.

"What happened mamoni?" my mother says as she rubs my back. (Mamoni is 'honey' in Bengali)

I was gasping for air, I managed to tell her what had happened.

She moves aside and there are my two siblings, both awake due to my crying and screaming. 

Authors Note:

Remember to vote if you liked this chapter! Sorry, I haven't posted much, I didn't have any vivid nightmares until recently. Will be writing another chapter as soon as I have another vivid nightmare.