Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

THE ESCAPE

Title: "The Escape"
Author: Aun/me
Source: My brain obviously
Type: Fiction

My name is Leon, and ever since last Halloween all my dreams and nightmares turned to reality.

It was terrifying because you can't control what you dream about or have nightmares about.

Besides, if I could control my dreams and nightmares and they'd become reality then I could make any anything I wanted happen.

Wait? Why would anyone want to make themselves have nightmares?

- Okay stop! That's not the point! I got distracted.

I've seen many psychological doctors about this but those guys in white lab-coats can't do anything about my 'curse'. Apparently, I've got special neurones or something.

So, one day, I was dreaming about me being trapped inside of a dungeon, watching myself uncontrollably, from third person.

I watched the dream version of me cry, as his infinite tears streamed their way to the cold, damp concrete walls.

I watched in horror as the stony cold walls began to fill up with tears.

But then something strange happened; the dream-me began to laugh hysterically.

"You're about to drown to death, Leon," the dream-version of me said.
 
I stared in horror as the water-level rises to the window and as the dream-me elbowed the glass window and shattered it to pieces; causing all of the water to burst its bank like a river that had meandered too far.

"STOP!" I managed to say, but I couldn't do anything to alter the events that were about to take place. This was a dream, a nightmare to be more specific, and all I could do was helplessly watch as it all played out...

As it would eventually turn into reality.

My third-person view floated itself out through the window as I looked down into my city - my home town as it began to fill up quicker than a watering can that was about to feed a whole forest full of greenery.

I looked down and stared at my already drowned body along with hundreds of others.

I felt sick.

I glared in horror as someone's body floated right into something sharp, and as their blood began to continuance the water, turning it from a once-healthy blue to an infected, ill, corrupted red.

And as it began to mix in with all the water, mud and debris around it, it began to turn into an ember-purple-brown colour.

I felt a hole in my heart as I watched the entire world fall apart before my eyes - death everywhere I looked.

And it was all because of me.

Suddenly, a free flash of flight burst from the centre of the city outwards.

Uh-oh, you know what that means. I thought to myself, as the green flash of light was supposed to be the part where that specific moment in my dream or nightmare came reality.

No, I can't just let everyone in the city and me die! I thought.

And so, as soon as I'd gotten back into reality, I broke free and began to swim my way frantically out of the water and swam until I reached the dry, safe and unaffected outer rim of the city, which was less populated.

I stared into the city wondering saddened, depressed thoughts.

It was because I was an orphan. I was sick of being dropped off from foster family to foster family and was beginning to develop depression because of it...I just wanted to be loved. - By anyone.

And I was sick of this demon that had cursed me and caused all of these dreams and nightmares to become reality being physically attached to me like a clingy bat.

Why was this happening? What did the dream even mean? Why was the demon attached to me?
Demons feed off of fear...but I wasn't afraid of these dreams anymore.

Hmm...water...depression...crying... - THAT'S IT! THE DEMON WASN'T FEEDING OFF OF MY FEAR - IT WAS FEEDING OFF OF MY SADNESS!

Suddenly, my best friend Alex came from out of nowhere and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry if this is the last time we see each other again," Alex said, as I hugged back.

And that's when I realised it.

I didn't need family - I had Alex, my best friend; someone who really loved me.

The sadness in my heart began to fade away as so did the flood.

We stared off into the sunset as the ocean the flash-flood had created began to fade away like dust, or a figment of someone's imagination.

I had saved myself from death - and I'd saved everyone in my city from death!

No...Alex had.

I just wish that years later, also known as today, I hadn't found out about the fact that, the very same demon that haunted me and caused me to have those nightmares...

... Was now haunting Alex.

... And it wouldn't let go of their soul.

Now, here I stand, over her grave, crying forever more, as my new foster parents approach me, and as the demon leaves my life finally forever, leaving me alone.

With strangers...friends you haven't yet met like Alex would say.