"Mommy, please I don't want to go in there!" I whined as my mother half-dragged me toward my bedroom. My eyes welled up with tears, I felt so small and insignificent. "Mommy...don't make me go in there!" I shrilled, trying to wrench my hand from hers. I whimpered, only recieving a violent jerk of the arm from my mother.1
"Would you calm down?! Good God child, you'd think I was throwing you in a lions' den." My mother scolded.2
A few pitiful tears streaked down my face, "momeeee, please!" I pleaded desperately, trying to pry my hand from her grip only to have her lock her hand around my wrist and tighten her already bruising grip on me. "Mo-mom she's in there, don't make me go in there, she's in there...she hurts me!" 3
"Sweetheart, just go to bed!"4
With that my mom shoved me into the Nightmare Room. I whimpered softly and padded over to my bed. I stopped about four feet short of my bed and dropped onto the floor, my eyes fixed on the far right corner of my room. Whispers filled my room as I heard the clawing sound erupting from the corner. My walls turned an inky black color and I shivered at the cold breeze that swept by. A weak, fearful cry escaped my lips as I gazed at the corner, my eyes wide in horror.5
"Kami..."someone whispered from the corner. The voice was coarse like sandpaper. 6
"S-s-stop." I stammered, shaking, knowing what was going to happen.7
"Kami..." the voice repeated. It was softer and more comforting this time. The voice kept saying my name...over and over again, it kept getting stronger and stronger the more it repeated my name.8
I pulled my knees to my chest and enveloped my arms around them, rocking back and forth. My hair was sticking to my cheeks, my tears acting almost as a paste. 9
I saw her come out of the corner, parts of her body still missing. Her skin was gray with decomposition. She hobbled toward me and pulled out a piece of old glass. She held out her hand and began digging the glass into the palm, deeper and deeper. My jaw dropped, half the shard of glass was into her hand before she wrenched it out and did the same thing with her other hand.10
She kept walking toward me, carving into her hands with the glass. Once she'd finished digging into both her hands she let the glass drop to the floor and stood in front of me. She pulled me to my feet and glared at me for a moment before placing her palms on my cheeks and ripping them downward, leaving a black and red trail of blood and skin on my face. 11
I took a small step backward and she thrashed at me with her hand, her nails leaving four wide gashes on my neck. I whimpered and tripped over my own footing.12
"Pleas-please go away." I whimpered, crawling backward, warm, sticky blood trailing down my neck and onto my pajama shirt. 13
The woman followed me, her gray, mass of a body making a dull thudding noise as she walked. Clasped in her hand was the shard of glass and she knelt down on her knees. She grabbed my right hand and held the palm up, without a moment's hesitation, she pressed the glass onto the center of my palm. I let out a small cry of pain as she pressed on the glass harder and harder. It dug into my skin, opening veins, tearing muscle and carving into bone. I couldn't scream, my vocal chords were paralyzed. Once the glass had practically disappeared into my hand she ripped it out, my skin caught on it as it left, making a sickening, shreding noise. She grasped my other hand and began the same task, only this time it was much slower.14
All I could to was sit there and stare at the blood that was pouring out of the wounds and staining my clothes and the floor. When she'd finished with this hand she didn't take the glass out, instead she placed the back of my hand against the floor and brought her fist down on the center. I screamed in the pain that I didn't feel as I was practically nailed to my floor. 15
She stared silently at my pale inner arm that wace facing the ceiling and began scratching at it, leaving gashes and cuts all the way up it. My head spun at the ammount of blood I lost and I watched as blood began pouring from the molding and crevices in my ceiling and wall.16
The woman held my face in her hands, the mounds of her palm pressing into my temples. I did the same to her. Her skin began to clear up and her eyes faded and turned into an icy blue. She took on a light flesh color, just as the blood reached my feet her face twisted in a scowl.17
"WAKE UP!" She screamed at me.18
She was me.19
Author notes
ok this is a really weird one i know but it was based on a nightmare i had last night that literally made me wake up screaming. it's probably not as scary to everyone else but it just seemed so real to me. in the dream i looked about eight and the me that was attacking the little girl was how i am now...it's weird i know...leave comments
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Excellent
Very well written... it kept me captivated to the end. The only thing I would change is the "Nighmare" in the title should probably be "Nightmare", in the first paragraph "significent" is spelled "significant" and in the second to the last paragraph.. the one that starts with "She stared silently..." the "wace" should probably be "was" and "ammount" is spelled "amount". Other than that, this is a very awesome story and I wouldn't change anything. Please keep writing! -
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Hey, this was wicked good. I've always been a big proponent of the "Don't show your monster till the end, or maybe not at all." I thought I knew what was going on. Pow. Remind me not to think I know what's going on anymore
Anyway, I remember the feeling of being afraid of my own bedroom, where you should feel the safest. Don't tell anyone, but I used to *ahem* pee over the side of my bed so the boogie man wouldn't get me when I got out of bed!!!
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LOL yeah that whole nailing hands to the floor thing... ick... blah... *shiver, shudder* yeah gonna stop thinkin about it lol
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OH! *smacks forehead* DUH sorry, blonde moment
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lol, how did it make your hands hurt?!
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yeah that's pretty weird and messed up lol makes my hands hurt lol ick... *shiver* ok yeah lol
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omg this is so fricking creepy! and so gross two....*scrunches up hands* amazing write but one hell of a nightmare...
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wow that is awesome, very very scary. i have weird dreams like that all the time where i am the scary one. It's probably trying to tell you something... very good write.
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Good!!!!!!!
Kami this is good. I llike it. Good work girl. Man this would scare me so much if I had this dream. I'd be scared to go back to sleep again. Keep up the great work. LOVE LB
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Who cares if it's weird? At least it wasn't stupid like a lot of horror that I read on this site. That dream would scare me too, probably 'cause of my fear of blood, lol. I wouldn't wake up, I'd just pass out in my dream. That is wicked creepy, I love how you described part of the skin being torn off. I cringed then was like, "that's fucking awsome", god I'm so fucked up, lol. Another good write, I think you're one of the few people on this site that can actually write horror.
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WOW that dream would scare the shit out of me damn this was a very powerful piece i got a mental picture of this wow keep it up
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vivid,yes!so real it hurt to read it!(in a good way)the end was real like...wow!like some 1 just hit me in the head!
~raven -
oh my goddess. I can imagine the pain and terror. Goddess okay this will sound fucked up but i wish i had beent ehre.
Meh ignore that.
I can totally understand this. Bloody.... ahem. well umm this was very vivid. I could see it all but iv kinda had similar things.
Excellent write. im so shocked.
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woah. i would have woken up screaming too. that's scarier than my twins dream. we're some fucked up people babe. anyway, this was an awsome story,you've given me an idea for a story in your contest!
~Alex
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