A Nightmare I had
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,058
Reviews:
1
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.
A Nightmare I had
A Nightmare I had
Who is Till?
It was a dark room, a fire in the far corner, a large old bed with many thin sheets and blankets. The man stood beside the bed, trying to seduce her. She knew he was evil somehow, and that it she allowed herself to be touched by this creature she would somehow lose her soul. So she kept saying no, turning her head, and tying herself and legs deeper into the covers. Her arms were out side, griping the Bible tightly. She said no again, that she was tired. He grabbed the covers off of her and saw the bible.
“Ah, poetry.” he said, and lay down beside her on top of the sheets. He pulled back the hair from her neck and started to whisper seductions on her neck and into her ear. The Crucifix that she was wearing seemed to slowly slide off her neck and fall into the ocean of covers below her. The sensation of the metal chain slipping down her neck sent shivers down her spine.
The girl rolled over, still tightly griping the bible.
“No?” He said, and then climbed on top of her, putting one leg on either side of her and flattening her out on her back. The sheets pinned her down. His face changed. It was no longer the handsome stranger, it was pale and blue and grotesque. Crumpled, decaying white skin was pulled back from his lips, revealing his ghostly grinning teeth. He started rocking back and forth violently, screaming lines of incomprehensible rock lyrics. Drums and deep screams came from the walls. Yelling and shaking. The bed began to rock and the girl closed her eyes.
She awoke to a small drop of blood dipping on her forehead. She looked up, and there was no source. She moved her head slightly to the side. She was on a table, closer to the fire now, her bible was gone. She was dressed only in a long white nightgown. Her arms were weak and she felt drained.
Her vision became blurred. “Till?” she said “Till is that you?” Suddenly she was split. She was lying on the table, white and confused, and silent, and she was beside the table, seeing everything.
Suddenly he was there. A different he. His handsome features were highlighted by the fire’s light. “I just want to thank you” he said, getting up from kneeling beside the fire. He walks over to the girl on the table, she is squirming and saying “thank me for what?”
The man obviously doesn’t hear her. It’s as if the girl is the only one that knows she is still alive. Her corpse is talking, and only her spirit beside the table is hearing, but remains silent.
“For loving me forever.” He says as a fine thread of white spider’s silk comes over her, wrapping her up tightly into a cocoon. She begins to scream no and scream at the top of her lungs. The threads still come. The man is sad and crying, but doesn’t see that she is alive and screaming. The threads keep coming and they finally envelop her face. Her shouts can still be heard under the shroud of thread and her squirming continues.
Then I woke up
Who is Till?
Why won’t the nightmares stop?
Who is Till?
It was a dark room, a fire in the far corner, a large old bed with many thin sheets and blankets. The man stood beside the bed, trying to seduce her. She knew he was evil somehow, and that it she allowed herself to be touched by this creature she would somehow lose her soul. So she kept saying no, turning her head, and tying herself and legs deeper into the covers. Her arms were out side, griping the Bible tightly. She said no again, that she was tired. He grabbed the covers off of her and saw the bible.
“Ah, poetry.” he said, and lay down beside her on top of the sheets. He pulled back the hair from her neck and started to whisper seductions on her neck and into her ear. The Crucifix that she was wearing seemed to slowly slide off her neck and fall into the ocean of covers below her. The sensation of the metal chain slipping down her neck sent shivers down her spine.
The girl rolled over, still tightly griping the bible.
“No?” He said, and then climbed on top of her, putting one leg on either side of her and flattening her out on her back. The sheets pinned her down. His face changed. It was no longer the handsome stranger, it was pale and blue and grotesque. Crumpled, decaying white skin was pulled back from his lips, revealing his ghostly grinning teeth. He started rocking back and forth violently, screaming lines of incomprehensible rock lyrics. Drums and deep screams came from the walls. Yelling and shaking. The bed began to rock and the girl closed her eyes.
She awoke to a small drop of blood dipping on her forehead. She looked up, and there was no source. She moved her head slightly to the side. She was on a table, closer to the fire now, her bible was gone. She was dressed only in a long white nightgown. Her arms were weak and she felt drained.
Her vision became blurred. “Till?” she said “Till is that you?” Suddenly she was split. She was lying on the table, white and confused, and silent, and she was beside the table, seeing everything.
Suddenly he was there. A different he. His handsome features were highlighted by the fire’s light. “I just want to thank you” he said, getting up from kneeling beside the fire. He walks over to the girl on the table, she is squirming and saying “thank me for what?”
The man obviously doesn’t hear her. It’s as if the girl is the only one that knows she is still alive. Her corpse is talking, and only her spirit beside the table is hearing, but remains silent.
“For loving me forever.” He says as a fine thread of white spider’s silk comes over her, wrapping her up tightly into a cocoon. She begins to scream no and scream at the top of her lungs. The threads still come. The man is sad and crying, but doesn’t see that she is alive and screaming. The threads keep coming and they finally envelop her face. Her shouts can still be heard under the shroud of thread and her squirming continues.
Then I woke up
Who is Till?
Why won’t the nightmares stop?