The freedom of darkness
Copyright © 2011 Sheldon Hooper
All is well as you enjoy your coma-like sleep. Your dreams are of family, friends and wellbeing uninterrupted as your ethereal form drifts over the soft ground towards their gently glowing figures. Yet who is this strange unknown face between your Mom and Dad? As you float forwards in the hopes of reaching them, they seem to move further backwards but this strange face remains motionless, no it is moving forward. Its teeth showing in an evil leering grin. You wake up to the feel of sweat dripping from your body happy to know it was all just a dream. Shakily you roll over.
As you do an ear-splitting scream billows forth from your lungs like a sail caught in a raging storm. There in front of you is the face, now inches away, of the man in your dream still leering his sharp-toothed grin at you. He raises his arm.
Groggily as if there is cotton wool in your ears you sit up. It is cold and you feel the sweat still on your body, your cloths are soaked by it now. Where am i? Who was he? Where is he now? Why is it so cold?
You look down at your body and realise you are naked. One question answered. You look around for something to wrap yourself in; you can barely see it is so dark. Your hand brushes something thick and matted. You grasp it and pull.
As you do an ear-splitting scream billows forth from your lungs like a sail caught in a raging storm. There in front of you is the face, now inches away, of the man in your dream still leering his sharp-toothed grin at you. He raises his arm.
Groggily as if there is cotton wool in your ears you sit up. It is cold and you feel the sweat still on your body, your cloths are soaked by it now. Where am i? Who was he? Where is he now? Why is it so cold?
You look down at your body and realise you are naked. One question answered. You look around for something to wrap yourself in; you can barely see it is so dark. Your hand brushes something thick and matted. You grasp it and pull.
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A shriek slices the cold heavy air like a knife sending you stumbling backwards into a solid wall and a resounding crack was to be heard but not by your ears as you are gently floating into darkness.
Rough hands, fingers, lips, teeth. All of them mauling you, squeezing, pinching, scratching and biting. You feel pain in every part of your body, but the worst pain of all, the most searing and excruciating pain is of that emanating from the most intimate part of your body. It is as if you are being split in half. Falling you feel yourself falling this time into the welcoming darkness, far from this horrendous pain.
You wake up to the familiar dull feeling, but it is now accompanied by a tormenting pain that brings hot scalding tears of shame, humiliation and anguish to your burning eyes. Will he come again? Why is this happening to me? Is this all just a bad dream? It is cold again and you realise you are still unclothed, but beneath you is a rough blanket. Wrapping it around your heaving shoulders you fall into a fitful sleep.
A hissing noise of a bundle being dragged along the floor wakes you followed by a clanging and crash as a heavy iron bound door is flung open. Through the newly opened portal a shape roughly your own shape and size is hurled landing with a sickening crack on the floor in front of you. Framed in the gaping mouth is the leer of the man you saw in your dream. He advances towards you raising his arm again.
Rough hands, fingers, lips, teeth. All of them mauling you, squeezing, pinching, scratching and biting. You feel pain in every part of your body, but the worst pain of all, the most searing and excruciating pain is of that emanating from the most intimate part of your body. It is as if you are being split in half. Falling you feel yourself falling this time into the welcoming darkness, far from this horrendous pain.
You wake up to the familiar dull feeling, but it is now accompanied by a tormenting pain that brings hot scalding tears of shame, humiliation and anguish to your burning eyes. Will he come again? Why is this happening to me? Is this all just a bad dream? It is cold again and you realise you are still unclothed, but beneath you is a rough blanket. Wrapping it around your heaving shoulders you fall into a fitful sleep.
A hissing noise of a bundle being dragged along the floor wakes you followed by a clanging and crash as a heavy iron bound door is flung open. Through the newly opened portal a shape roughly your own shape and size is hurled landing with a sickening crack on the floor in front of you. Framed in the gaping mouth is the leer of the man you saw in your dream. He advances towards you raising his arm again.
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A flash of silver, a sharp stabbing pain in your leg and you are being embraced by the swiftly rushing darkness once again.
It is different this time; there is a soft surface underneath you, a large warm blanket covers you. You are clothed in your pyjamas and there in front of you is your favourite teddy bear Mr Snuffles. You knew you shouldn’t have watched that movie with them. Curling up into a tiny ball you sob to yourself in relief. Just then you feel a small movement behind you and you turn to see his leering face. Before you black out again you feel his hands closing around your fragile neck and realise that this is the last time you will enjoy the freedom of the darkness.
It is different this time; there is a soft surface underneath you, a large warm blanket covers you. You are clothed in your pyjamas and there in front of you is your favourite teddy bear Mr Snuffles. You knew you shouldn’t have watched that movie with them. Curling up into a tiny ball you sob to yourself in relief. Just then you feel a small movement behind you and you turn to see his leering face. Before you black out again you feel his hands closing around your fragile neck and realise that this is the last time you will enjoy the freedom of the darkness.
You can seriously write! There's a website called obooko where you can post your stories for other people to read, download and review. I have already posted two of mine on there maybe you should do the same
ReplyDeleteIm currently connected to a site called bibliofaction as well its pretty much the same thing. ill head on over to this one as well.
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