That was the first night I had The Nightmare. I use capitol letters, because that is how I think of it. The Nightmare was worse than any human could possibl imagine. Maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but it was awful.
The Nightmare starts off ok, except for the inexplicable feeling of dread. It's night and the woods surround me. My attention is drawn to the moon, a big ball of illuminescents. It is a full moon.
A scampering noise in the distance. Probably just a rabbit, but I go to it anyway. When I funally reach the location of the animal it screeches. This horrible sound of torture fills the air. The rabbit is being ripped open. Eaten alive.
With growing horror I realize that it it I who is causing this animal the excrutiating pain. I can't beleive it, but it is me. I'm eating this animal alive.
When I finish my meal, I become aware of laughter. Somewhere near by there is the distinct sound of girls laughter. I follow the sound. Amazed y my tracking skills, I forgot about the horror of a second ago.
The wind picks up, the trees around me sway and a rustle goes through the leaves. The ground is not as solid as it should be. Perhaps it was the dew or an unseen and unheard rain that softened the dirt. The soft glow of the moon is sufficient enough to light up the otherwise dark world around me.
Ahead of me, I spot a clearing. That is where the laughter is coming from. Clearly there are two people in the clearing. Two girls, but it's too dark to make out any charactoristics.
As I step into the clearing one of the girls runs into the surrounding woods. It doesn't matter, all my attention is focused on the other girl. "Stephanie?" I was certain that is was my own beloved sister.
She smiles up at me from where she is sitting, but then he expression turns to one of concern. "Keith, you're covered in blood. Did you hurt yourself?" She was a sweet girl, always looking out for others.
I looked down at my blood soaked shirt and hands. The memory of my feast on the rabbit returns. That is when I understood that i was still hungry. I had followed the laughter to eat it's source.
With eyes wide I stumbled backwards. "No!" I meant to say it to myself, but Stephanie thinks I am talking to her. A perplexed look crosses her face. "Then who's blood is that?"
I am not listening, but I am aware of what she said. Instead my focus is attuned to my feet. I don't want to move forword, but my feet are walking on their own.
It's strange, I have this sensation of floating. Distracted by my "unearthlyness" I slowly become aware that I am moving toward my sister.
She calls my name. I can hear the fear in her voice. Frantic with fright, she yanks on my arm, hard. The force in the pull is sufficient enough to make me cry out.
I snap out of it and look up. Surprisingly my hands are around her neck. She had puled on my arm to release herself from my hold.
Stumbling back, a bit scared myself, I relinquish my grip. Stephanie is still more confused than scared. Face red, voice hoarse, she askes, "Keith, what's goin on? Why did you do that? Are you sure you are ok?"
She is still worried about my welfare, even after I just choked her. The dear girl. The ironly is so funny, I have to laugh. Trying to stifle it a snicker came out instead.
"Keith?" I advance on her again. A small portion of my thinking ability comes back and I manage to scream for her to run. I must scream it, because if I say it the force won't be sufficient enough to push the words from my lungs.
I feel as if I'm tied down tight. No, worse, paralized. I scream for her to run agian, and still she does not run. Instead a look of concern covers her face and tears spill from her eyes.
I try to pull back, but it's no use. The hold over me is too strong. I'm too hungry. The pain in my stomack is almost unbearable as I advance.
The struggling, I see, is only succeeding to make me tired. It does not even prolong the enevidable. And so, I to, begin to cry.
Of this whole ordeal, the fact that I am crying, and in front of her no less, is what scares her the most. "Keith? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Stephanie continues to ramble on as I approach her. A look of pure horror on her face, Stephanie looks around frantically. I can fugure her line of thinking. She thinks that there must be something, or someone, dangerous in the woods. She is correct, but what she doesn't now, is that the dangerious thing or person... is me.
Soon, I am upon her. When I grab her shoulder, with a not so gentle hand, she screams. I cover her mouth, because the sound pierces my heart even more. It saddens me that now the look of fear in her eyes is of me.
I don't want to get into details, here. I'm sure you can figure out what heppens next. I write this now with a quavering hand and tears in my eyes. I ate her, devoured her, from her feet, up to her head.
Of course this was just a dream, but it was so real. You could only imagine what it is like to have such a realistic dream of such gruesome behavior.
The worse part was my paralysis. I could do nothing to save her, and I so desperately wanted to. I am not ashamed to admit...I woke up screaming that night.
