BOGEY - Dreamworkers Contest 2014

ROUND 1

QUOTE: "Nothing is impossible. The word itself says: I'm possible." 

                                                        BOGEY

Everything was somehow dull and dark. I blinked a few times before realizing that I was in my bed. The shutters were still closed and the room light dimmed to its lowest. I pulled the bedclothes aside which were damp from my sweat. Immediately I felt the coolness on my skin that made me shiver. Lately I always had to get up at nights. HE kept me awake.

I grabbed my phone and turned its flashlight on. The monstrous shadows proceeded into the dark. I left the room with a faster beating heart. Next, I switched the corridor's light on and then the one that illuminated the stairwell. I had to squint my eyes. But it still was more comfortable than lumbering in complete darkness.

Soon I would be out of this house. Soon I would be able to sleep again. Hopefully I soon could forget. I shrieked as my warm foot sole touched the cool wood of the stairs. I bent over the railing and peered into the blackness, there where ... I had to gulp. I got a hold on the banister and descended the stairs step by step. 

Now I only had to pass by the staircase from downstairs ... on tiptoes. I sprinted from one light switch to the other and finally locked myself into the bathroom. Noisily I breathed out and felt my heart beating – fast. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and sat down on the cold bathtub rim.  

Only a little later I opened the small cupboard and took the little jar, that I instantly opened, out of it. Two pills slid on my shaking palm. With the deep breathing techniques, I had learned, I tried to calm myself down. I put the pills in my mouth and rinsed them generously with a swig of vodka.

The pale mirror face with the deep rings under the eyes looked braver than before. Let's go to bed. I opened the door and peeked outside. The room was still enlightened of course but not the lower stairwell. The longer I stared downwards the more unpleasant I felt. I closed my eyes for a second and started tiptoeing again.  

When I stood directly in front of the stair head, something chattered downstairs. I widened my eyes. I looked around and tried hopelessly to ablaze the darkness with my smartphone. Unfortunately it didn't give as much light as I needed. There was just silence. What should even be there?

Certainly not the grimace I had seen getting locked up behind the stanchions. I could still see the vicious sparkle in his eyes. No, certainly not. I was safe!  

When I just started to go on, something CREAKed. The stairs? My heart was racing again. Line-unit by line-unit I moved towards the staircase, trying to forget what might be there in the dark. I gulped. Thus there was an alarm system installed. And thus it was impossible that somebody broke in, wasn't it?  

A GROAN. This time even louder. "S—s-someone there?" I gasped. There was no reply. Was it just my imagination? That might be possible. I nodded approvingly and then headed to my warm bed again.

A WHEEZE! As if someone had stubbed his little toe. My heart skipped a beat. "I call the police!" I shouted afraid and put my thumb in position, hovering over the speed dial key. But there was silence again. Relieved I exhaled. There really was nothing. It couldn't be. It was impossible.

I turned off the light switch. Behind me it became completely dark again. Only the cool, white light from upstairs glowed. A breeze tickled my arm hair that gave me goose bumps. My pulse had still not gotten back to normal. Was it possible ...?

A GROAN! A WHEEZE! I stared back down. My eyes began to fill with water. An even darker shadow moved in the gloominess ... upwards. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! I clung to the rails. NO! I was motionless and I could smell him: the stinging perfume, the swell of alcohol and the putrid smell of sweat. I noisily hastened upstairs, looked downstairs and knew he had seen me.

FOOTSTEPS! I stumbled. The WHEEZE. Just in time I could place my palms on the floor. Then it became terribly cold. I picked myself up. Suddenly I felt something against my neck. A warm breeze. My heart nearly exploded. I didn't want to spin around. PLEASE NO!

I just started running but something got a hold of my right ankle and pulled me into the inky blackness. I slumped with my face forward, scared to lose one or two teeth. Unconscious ... he wanted me to lose consciousness – like before! NOO!

Once more he pulled me down. The fingers all over my body. I tried to get free. I writhed. I screamed and stroked out wildly. The clothes got torn. The shadow on top of me. Malicious laughing! NOOOOOO! He opened my legs. A last yelp and ...

... I woke up screaming. Drenched in sweat. Trembling. Crying. A dream! Relieved I had to smile. My heart seemed to calm down. I bent left to get a look at my smartphone. It read 2:23 am.

I laid back again and felt a cold breeze on my skin. I glanced to the window. It was open, the shutters as well. The moon light bathed the room in some kind of grey. I frowned. I thought I had closed everything before I went to sleep.

The curtain moved. The wind? I couldn't stop looking at it. My blood boiled. A pair of feet appeared. NO! Then a body. NOO! HIS face!

"This is impossible!" I gasped.

But my proposition got negated.

"Nothing is impossible!" The deep voice boomed icy.

The room filled with the smell of ... brimstone? Without a sound he glided towards the bed. The eyes were black.

"The word itself says: 'I'm possible'."

A smirk appeared on the gruesome visage then he got closer and closer and closer and ... everything turned black.