I woke up at 6:30 PM sharp to make my 7 year old son, Samuel, some fresh, golden crisp pancakes, with his favorite topping, chocolate. So I call him down to the kitchen, and after waiting 5 minutes... He hasn't come down, but this is okay maybe he's just sleepy, kids are always sleepy after waking up. I called him once again, waiting and staring at the stairs that lead to his room and mine, frustrated I left the pancakes on the griddle, and went up the stairs, barged the door open, the wind gusted through the room as the door creaked. I saw Samuel, he was laying in his bed, his eyes looked like they were moving and twitching, sweat dripped from his head, his ears and nose felt hot to the touch and he seemed to not react to anything I did. I rushed back to the kitchen to find something that could wake him up, and then I saw it, a dark, black, figure standing at his door, horns nearly 6 inches tall and legs, long enough they nearly reached my height, it looked at me, staring deep into my soul, just then my vision was blurry and then it went bl...
I woke up with sweat dripping down my forehead, and the sound of the fire alarm was in the background with my heart beating the loudest, I ran out of bed, but I felt like something was grabbing me, no it felt like s o m e o n e was grabbing and holding me. I tried to fight it, crawling to the kitchen, but every step and movement I took was one tug and pull, I felt my carpet against my face, as I was pulled into my bed. If I just let them take me, it would be alright, right? Soon the hands pulled me into the dark void, I saw myself, but I was sad, looking down with cold tears dripping down my face, it was me, but not me. I felt the cold wind, brush my body, while my mind was traveling the deepest pits of hell, the pain, the grasp that p e r s o n had on me was firm, they were not letting go. Soon I felt the grasp let go, I saw the man one last time, it disappeared in a blink and I woke up in my bed, again. This time it was different, there was no fire alarm, no strange thing holding me, normal, the time was 6:30 AM sharp, maybe I just had a bad nightmare, were my thoughts.
(THIS IS THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, NEXT CHAPTER IS THE NEW REVITALIZED STORY)
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Shadowed Dreams
HorrorAn average morning for a mother turns into an unsettling mystery attempting to solve the disappearance of the neighborhood children. "I will do anything for my child."
