The Nightmare

I stood there in the clover field all alone; not knowing how I got there and had no idea how was I to get out. The sun was going down. All I could see was yards and yards of clover plantation. Then as I watched on I saw a silhouette emerge out of the field. It walked towards me I could now tell that it was a girl. Her long hair covered her face. she was wearing a single robe. And as she came closer I could see her wearing a white kimono. She had huge eyes, huge mahogany colored eyes. Her pretty face looked grim, I knew those eyes, and I had seen that grim face before. She took my hand and soon I was walking alongside. I wondered where were we going. We walked passed the fields without a word. I could now see open gates up ahead. I tried to free my hand but her grip was strong. I couldn’t pull back nor run away she had taken control of me. Awestruck I entered the open gates, which I now knew, was a graveyard. She led me to an open grave. I stared at her, and then looked around at all the familiar named gravestones. 1

A battered girl lay on the floor. A few hours from now she had a pretty face, a face of an innocent 12-year. But now a scarred child with a disfigured face lay there downing in her own pool of blood. I sat across the room; in my hand I held a knife that had her blood on. Few hours back she was yelling now she wasn’t even breathing. I carried her back to my truck and that was when I saw that grim face and those bloodshot mahogany eyes staring back at me. 2

This had to be a dream. I had thrown her down the cliff myself. I laughed and mocked her. I had killed her before and I was going to do it again. And as I caught her she jumped into that open grave dragging me along. 3

I stood there in a dark room. No I was hardly standing ma knees, my sides they all were pricked with darts. I was bleeding and I could feel the pointers reaching into the depths of my organs. She was standing in front of me playing with darts and I was her living dartboard. Her white kimono was covered with blood. I presume it was my blood. She was saying something but I couldn’t understand her low mummers. The little girl was in my dream and she was trying to kill me. I laughed at her, at her attempts to kill me in my dreams, how amateur. And then one more shot and I knew this dream was over. I was bleeding from my forehead. The dart had pierced me through my skull. 4

I stood there in the clover field all alone, not knowing how I got there and had no idea how was I to get out of there. The sun was going down. All I could see was yards and yards of clover plantation. I saw a silhouette emerge out of the field and walked to me. And as she came closer I could see her wearing a white kimono. I wondered how long was this dream going to be. Now I could see her clearly. Another 14 year, I remembered her too. This one was more recent. She held my hand and walked me to those open gates.5

Helplessly I walked mocking her. Reminding her of something I called the torture chamber. 6

I had collected her from a bus stop late one night. The poor kid thought I was going to help her but she was a mere experiment to me. I locked her up in a dark room. Then as she begged and cried for water I just looked on from a little hole I had carved in the door. She lived for five days until she was gagging out poison from rat bites. And then she died. She entertained me for five day, trying to eat toenails, wooden planks and swallowing her own blood. 7

I grinned and with all her force she pushed me into that open grave. 8

I lay there on the floor of a dark room. My stomach churned as a blurry image of the girl came close to me. she had a glass in her hand. She whispered to me, something that sounded like curses. And then she threw the liquid on my face. My face burned. The acid ate up every living cell on my face. For the first time I felt such intense pain. I tried to wake myself. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. And yet all I could do was struggle like a dying fish.9

I stood there in the clover field all alone, not knowing how I got there and had no idea how was I to get out of there. The sun was going down. All I could see was yards and yards of clover plantation. I saw a silhouette emerge out of the field and walked towards me. And as she came closer I could see her wearing a white kimono. I cursed the little kid. I knew her too like the other two. I cursed her to go away. But all my attempts to get away failed. She was holding my hand and leading me to the same graveyard. This was my worst nightmare. 10

I was soon standing near the open grave waiting to be thrown in, and that’s when I noticed the gravestone had my name written on it. I looked at her confused. Her big blue eyes staring back at me. I knew that those sweet innocent eyes, the same ones I had pulled out myself days back and she was going to torture me in a few minutes. 11

“This is a nothing but a nightmare. Soon I’ll get up and you’ll be gone, all of you.” I said yelled. 12

She giggled, “Your pretty dumb for a serial killer, aren’t you? This is not a nightmare, this is real, the real hell. Your dead too, you know! Don’t you remember the accident? This will never stop. It will go on and on and on…every single one of us will kill you. Welcome to HELL.” All of them were laughing at me from their graves. Dead corpses of all my victims were laughing me as I fell back into my grave for the torture to continue.13