Nightmares (Short Stories)

A Night Out

"It's time for a night out ladies. We have been studying too hard and working too much. Let's just go to the club, just for a little while."

I fucking hate going to clubs. Loud noises, sweaty people and ridiculously priced alcohol makes me want to dry heave at the thought of stepping foot in one, but They know I will go because I don't trust them not to make stupid decisions. Even drunk, I make better choices than these morons.

"Laila, stop grimacing. You know you're coming. Katie, Laura? You guys up for it?" Sam almost sounded pleading.

"Fuck yes! I need some good dick tonight."

Let the horny games begin. This is going to be a rough night, I can already tell.

After going through the line, getting stopped by the bouncer because I wasn't exactly dressed the part, having Sam dry hump his leg until he let me in with the others and strobe lights that could make a cat have a heart attack, I just wanted to go back to my bed.

"Alright, who's on purse duty?" I don't know why Sam asked. It's always me. I am always "chief purse duty" and "get out of crappy dudes hands grasps" person every time we go out. When they need a break or can't shake a creep, I get the signal and wander over to them, spilling my over priced alcohol on the guy, usually his front if I can after adding a bit of itching powder. Anything resembling jock itch is not sexy. A girl's gotta have backup plans.

Sitting at the bar watching the bartender run around mixing drinks and trying to do the work of three people was mildly entertaining. My ears were ringing and I was beyond tired. I wasn't even watching the girls anymore. They could figure out their shitty decisions themselves.

I felt bad so I turned around to heck for everyone. Guilt is a mother fucker.

All I see is a white haired kid in an awkward suit that looked almost like a German Hansel with suspenders kind of thing on and a person much taller with a cloak on hood on. They were fighting with a fucking scythe and blade in the middle of the floor while no one watched them. I had a few drinks, but never hallucinated this kind of thing. Everyone just gave them a bit of room and stepped it fo the way like they were plague victims to be ignored and avoided.

The cloak person tried to seriously kill the kid and I couldn't sit and watch it. I grabbed a bottle, broke it on the way on a tall table and didn't even think. I just stabbed the person in the face.

The covered person fell in a heap while I turned to check the kid out. What was a kid doing in a bar in the first place when I got crap because I didn't look sexy enough. Shitty bouncer.

The little boy smiled and that's when I realized something was not right about this situation, like more terrible than before.

The boy had razor sharp teeth and way too many. He was definitely not human. Everyone was standing away from us and walking around the body in the floor and the little boy while staring at me like I was psycho.

"Did you see her just lunge with a broken bottle? Who is that psycho trying to kill? Someone call the cops."

I heard the whispers and watched the people back away while somehow avoiding the body and the boy. I just glanced quickly around noticing another boy who looked very similar to the other one in everything but hair cut and a flatter nose come up a parted crowd toward the body.

"Thank you for doing our work for us." He smiled too and I started to back up. I saw it coming, but couldn't stop it. The cloaked figure was up and had his scythe buried to the hilt through the boy's head. The boy dropped straight to the ground.

The other one was quick to pull out a knife and chase after the mysterious person but managed to only make it two feet before he was headless. The covered face became visible slowly as the hood slipped out of the man's face. It wasn't a man, but a demon, there was not other description for the horned figure.