Sweet Dreams : Don't fall asleep
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
969
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sweet Dreams : Don't fall asleep
Intro:
Sweet Dreams are made of these..
Who\'d have a mind to disagree..
I\'ve travelled the world and the seven seas..
Everybody\'s looking for something..
Some of them want to use you..
Some of theme wanna get used by you..
Some of them wanna abuse you..
Some of them wanna be abused..
Sara was sleeping awake, listening to the lyrics of Marilyn Manson in her dream. It was 4:58 in the morning when she woke up from that.. dream.. She didn\'t quite understand it. All she knew was that there was a man.. someone.. who had a grunge against her and her family, and wanted to kill them all off. But who, was the most important question in this situation. Who would want to kill her and her family?
She though for a moment, and the voices in her head came into play.
Think about it, Sara. Who hates you, and your family??
Ignoring the voices in her head, she then got up, and grabbed her cigerettes. She walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. After she\'d walked into the living room, she crept over to the door, and peeked out through the blinds, trying to see if anyone was at her house.
Turning back to walk into the den, she noticed that curtain was opened slightly, and anyone could look right though the space, and see her through. After studying the window behind the curtains for a moment, she realized someone was there. He was staring back at her, with some very odd object in his hands.
He smiled at her, and held up the object, which turned out to be a knife. He grin was wide, and his teeth were yellow-ish brown. Disgusting. She jumped back, and closed the curtains. Then, she ran into the den, sat down at the computer table, straring into the computer sceen. She could see her reflection, even though she was in complete darkness. The house was completely silent.
Sara turned on a light, and the main switch on the computer. After thinking for a while, she thought... \'was it even real? Am I just dreaming??\' She hesitated to think of that particular subject for now.
Sara searched for her cigerettes, and lit one with the bright yellow lighter she\'d borrowed from her brother. She held the cigerette up to her lips, and inhaled deeply, then exhaled, watching the smoke pass her lips, and fade into air.
What d\'you think, Sara? Was he real, or just a figment of your imagination.
There went that damn voice in her head again. \"Yeah.. I believe he was just standing infront of my window with a fucking knife in his hands just because he\'s a figment on my bloody, yet realistic imagination. Remember, I\'m one of the most honest, yet grusome people alive right now.. Have you read my stories? You helped come up with them?\" she answered, waiting patiently for a reply
Indeed ve hve helped you with those stories, but you know, some of them are based on true acts, and events that have happened in this world.
\"Yes, many of them were, but most of them weren\'t as creepy as this,he rhe replied. \"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?\"
Oh, but I\'m afraid you\'ll have to figure that one out yourself.
She took the last drag of her cigerette before she put it out, and found herself staring once again into the completely blank computer screen. Windows popped up, and she signed into AOL. She had a dial up connection so it took a while to load. When it was done, she opened an e-mail, and began to write down exactly what had happened in her dream.
Sweet Dreams are made of these..
Who\'d have a mind to disagree..
I\'ve travelled the world and the seven seas..
Everybody\'s looking for something..
Some of them want to use you..
Some of theme wanna get used by you..
Some of them wanna abuse you..
Some of them wanna be abused..
Sara was sleeping awake, listening to the lyrics of Marilyn Manson in her dream. It was 4:58 in the morning when she woke up from that.. dream.. She didn\'t quite understand it. All she knew was that there was a man.. someone.. who had a grunge against her and her family, and wanted to kill them all off. But who, was the most important question in this situation. Who would want to kill her and her family?
She though for a moment, and the voices in her head came into play.
Think about it, Sara. Who hates you, and your family??
Ignoring the voices in her head, she then got up, and grabbed her cigerettes. She walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. After she\'d walked into the living room, she crept over to the door, and peeked out through the blinds, trying to see if anyone was at her house.
Turning back to walk into the den, she noticed that curtain was opened slightly, and anyone could look right though the space, and see her through. After studying the window behind the curtains for a moment, she realized someone was there. He was staring back at her, with some very odd object in his hands.
He smiled at her, and held up the object, which turned out to be a knife. He grin was wide, and his teeth were yellow-ish brown. Disgusting. She jumped back, and closed the curtains. Then, she ran into the den, sat down at the computer table, straring into the computer sceen. She could see her reflection, even though she was in complete darkness. The house was completely silent.
Sara turned on a light, and the main switch on the computer. After thinking for a while, she thought... \'was it even real? Am I just dreaming??\' She hesitated to think of that particular subject for now.
Sara searched for her cigerettes, and lit one with the bright yellow lighter she\'d borrowed from her brother. She held the cigerette up to her lips, and inhaled deeply, then exhaled, watching the smoke pass her lips, and fade into air.
What d\'you think, Sara? Was he real, or just a figment of your imagination.
There went that damn voice in her head again. \"Yeah.. I believe he was just standing infront of my window with a fucking knife in his hands just because he\'s a figment on my bloody, yet realistic imagination. Remember, I\'m one of the most honest, yet grusome people alive right now.. Have you read my stories? You helped come up with them?\" she answered, waiting patiently for a reply
Indeed ve hve helped you with those stories, but you know, some of them are based on true acts, and events that have happened in this world.
\"Yes, many of them were, but most of them weren\'t as creepy as this,he rhe replied. \"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?\"
Oh, but I\'m afraid you\'ll have to figure that one out yourself.
She took the last drag of her cigerette before she put it out, and found herself staring once again into the completely blank computer screen. Windows popped up, and she signed into AOL. She had a dial up connection so it took a while to load. When it was done, she opened an e-mail, and began to write down exactly what had happened in her dream.