Dark Dreams
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Archana Nair, Grade 6
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Short Story
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2016
Hi, my name is Harry and I've made a terrible mistake. Tonight was the night I should have kept myself safe, It was a dark misty winter's night visibility being very low I couldn't even see my next door neighbours house from my bedroom window. I decided that it was getting late so I decided to go to sleep but that was the biggest mistake that I have ever made and it was also my last.
I was peacefully lying in bed thinking about my lonely future. My Wife died, my son died even my own dog died this year. I missed the unconditional love I got from my family, I missed coming home from work with a smile on my face and my three year old Son asking me every time “ Dad what did you do today?” but answered him back with same sentence everyday “I went to work” while thinking about the good times I had with my family, my phone chimed. I got a odd text from a weird contact named “friend” it was picture of me sleeping... but I live alone. My Wife and my Son died because of an intruder that came into our house and stabbed them to death I still hear the high-pitch scream in my dreams.
I used to have a dog that always scratched on my door but since he died last week it was very unsettling to hear it again. I saw my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long horrific nails through my chest her other hand killing my screams I sat bolt upright, relieved it was just a dream but I saw my alarm clock flash 12:06 I heard my closet door creak open.
I ran straight out of the door, running for my life… literally, I ran straight to the attic, being the stupid person I am I found out there was no escape then decided to jump out the window saying ‘‘I’d rather jump off a building than be killed by a spirit” and then I jumped... everything went pitch black. I couldn’t see anymore then asked myself “am I in heaven?’’ curious to find out I opened my eyes and was back in my cold white sheets.
I jumped out of my bed, looking around wondering “is this really my room or a trap so the spirit can snatch my soul at take it away with her victory. I had to run, run somewhere to hide from the spirit that is trying to steal my soul I ran to kitchen grabbed a knife and ran out to the cold crisp air clenching the knife I had with me. A sharp white figure ran towards me. That night my Wife took me home.