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Recently I've been having some strange nightmares. Most of them don't make any sense, and I wake up more confuzzled than scared. This time however was different and I woke up crying... (Yeah this is really long, just fyi)
It started off weirdly enough, I was walking out of my school late at night and the entire road in front of it had been covered in water, like it had become a deep lake. Stephen was there along with my friend Hanna and a guy from my tennis team who I’m not friends with. They said they were going to go look for something and I told them I couldn't come cuz I didn't want to get my books wet by taking my backpack with me underwater. So I said I’d wait for them on the riverbank, in the rain, as it was pouring. After some time Hanna resurfaced and told me that Stephen and the other boy were still looking, but she was going to take me home. I have no idea what they were looking for, a ring of some sort I think. So Hanna & I got in a school bus and she drove me home. Well, sailed as the bus was part water boat and we had to get off the lake. As we were riding along I had the distinct feeling that something was watching me, sitting behind me, observing my every move, waiting for something...
We got to my house and suddenly her parents were there and we went inside to find a huge party going on with everyone I’ve ever met. My entire family was there, along with all my friends and even people from my school that I’m not friends with. Everyone was there. I suddenly had a swimsuit on and we went and had a big party. But soon people began disappearing, one by one. If they walked past the kitchen and through the den, then they wouldn’t come back. People would leave to go look for them, but they wouldn't come back either. When one of my friends vanished I suddenly thought "there's a serial killer back there!" and I knew we had to get out of the house as soon as possible. I started asking around and nobody would believe me. I ran around until I found Hanna again & pleaded with her and her parents to take me to her house. She finally consented and said she'd go after she got her things. I said "no, there’s no time! Just take whatever you're holding and we have to get out NOW!!" I wanted to go grab some things too, but I knew somehow that there wasn't time. I ran to the side door with Hanna & her family following me; I was still wearing a swimsuit. But I grabbed the handle of the door & heard a *click*. I frantically tugged at the door but it was locked. from the outside. Then i heard the same *click* noise but louder, and I suddenly knew it was all the doors in the house locking simultaneously. A few people began to scream and that's when I started to panic. I pulled out my phone to call the police but as soon as I did that, the lights flickered and went out. All the electronic devices in the house went out with the lights and none of them would work. Not even battery operated things. More people screamed and everyone gathered in the kitchen. We all were talking and wondering what was going on and I was panicking and on the verge of tears.
Suddenly there was a noise of a fax machine printing a fax. A piece of paper came up like it was being printed off from a fax machine; only it came out of thin air and simply fell to the countertop. I tentatively picked it up and it was two sheets of paper. The top sheet was a piece of paper that looked like this “Name (in bolded font): RACHEL (*I’m not putting her last name out of respect for her privacy, but it goes here in capital letters*)” and directly underneath it said "Crime:" and there was a sentence about something she'd done wrong. The second sheet of paper was a chart of some sort, showing all the things she’d done over the course of her life. It was a bar graph. We showed everyone the pieces of paper and contemplated their meaning. Without warning, Rachel fell to the floor; dead. No wounds, she hadn't been stabbed or shot or strangled or… anything. She just died and fell over. The thought occurred to me that it wasn’t a serial killer doing this; it was a malicious demon or ghost of some sort. Everyone was freaking out over Rachel’s death and I was shaking her and tearing up and trying to get her to live but of course nothing worked.
Then another fax came through. And this time it was for my cousin. After he died, one of my older cousins suggested that I pray to God to help save us. I’m not overly religious, but I did pray, pleading with God to save us from this demon. Nothing happened however, and one by one the people died and the rest of us were forced to watch as they fell over. I was sobbing heavily at this point because I’d seen every one of my friends die, most of them in my arms. There was nothing I could do to save them; I haven’t ever felt so helpless.
Then after most everyone had died, the fax came again and it said my mom's name on it. I screamed and ran over to hug her cuz she was sitting on the counter. The "Crime" said "had a diet of bad foods and was subsequently overweight". I hugged her tightly, sobbing and repeating "I don't want you to die! I don't want you to die!!" over and over again through my tears. She hugged me too, but she was calm. Suddenly she sagged over in my arms and died. I screamed and started shaking her, shouting at her to wake up. She didn't of course. My dad was sad too, but he told me to put her amongst the other dead people and I screamed at him that she wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be dead. Now more than ever I felt like I was being punished for something. I’d committed a most unspeakable crime, worse than anyone else in the room, and my punishment was not death, but the stealing of everyone I love. Finally I put her down as the next fax came and I read it, and it was for my sister, who later died in my arms as well.
The only remaining people were me, my dad, my sister's bf, and a guy from my tennis team named T.J. The four of us were in the office of my house now, and I was sitting on the floor, when something occurred to me. I hadn't seen Stephen die. That meant that he'd probably escaped somewhere along the line, and more tears welled up as I realized I wasn’t ever going to see him again. I knew I wasn’t going to make it out of this alive, and I also knew that if I died, he’d be inconsolable and probably kill himself. I didn’t want his death on my hands, even if I was dead as well.
At that point however, I almost wanted to die. After seeing just about everyone I love slain by some invisible force, I didn’t think there was much of a need to live anymore. Somehow I figured out that Stephen couldn’t possibly have escaped and that he was probably one of the original few who died first. (I’m so glad i didn't have to watch him die at least...) So I figured “why not end the torture now?” and I pulled out a sword or knife of some kind and as I was about to stab myself, I woke up.
I haven’t woken up crying in a long, long time...
 bunnyfan194 · Sat Dec 20, 2008 @ 06:05am · 1 Comments |
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