something Forgotten

Thriller Stories | Jan 8, 2012 | 4 min read
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Thriller Stories

something Forgotten

I woke to the sound of screaming. It was my own. Tears and sweat poured down my face. It was always the same, night after night. I dreamt his face, my dark dream-weaver, all soulless eyes and heartless smile. He promised to show me what i could never remember.

I climbed out of bed, and looked out of my window. The world outside was still a black shadow. My blood ran cold when i felt a hand caress, then squeeze my shoulder. I spun around. Nothing...

Reluctantly, i made my way to bed, knowing for sure i was in for another sleepless night. To my surprise, i fell asleep quickly.

I was on the front porch of the house i grew up in. All the lights were on, and i could hear crying. I opened the front door and stepped inside. My bare foot slid into a deep pool of tepid blood. i winced. I walked up the steps, to my old bedroom. The door was shut. I swung it open, and began to scream.

There he stood.

"I promised." He melted into the floor, and a scene began to play before my eyes. I saw myself as a child, walking into my parents bedroom. i stood over my mom's sleeping body. the man stood behind me, with strings attached to me. He was my puppeteer. I was the puppet.

The puppet pulled out a knife, then turned around to look at me. It smiled. "Just because you forgot, doesn't mean it didn't happen..."

"What are you talking about?" i asked, in a barely audible whisper.

"You don't remember? This is the night. The night when you made them leave. You made them go away." she said.

I suddenly had a image in my mind. My parents slain in their bed.

It laughed. "Do you remember now?"

I shook my head. Screamed. Howled. It made no difference. I ran from the room, and down the steps. Something grabbed my shoulder. Caressed and squeezed. I pulled free from its grasp, and ran outside.

The empty, barren street loomed in the distance, never seeming to end or divert from its onward path. As the door closed behind me, I could feel nothing but dread. I was alone in the dark. It was only then I noticed how silent this street was at night. I began to walk down the never-ending road,trying to escape this nightmare. The trees that lined either side of the road swayed in the autumn breeze. I felt like I was being followed. I was sure of it. I looked over my shoulder. Nothing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I relaxed a little. I was suddenly aware of a low, somewhat melodic, humming. i stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding. "Who's there?" I cried out to the empty street.

No response reached my ears. Of course not. Darkness never answers. I sped up my pace, wanting to get as far away from this street as I could. The humming was getting louder by the second, louder, and louder, until it was right in my ear. I flinched and looked to my left. There stood a tall, crouching figure in the shadows. I gasped. It extended a long bony arm and held out it's hand, palm up, slender fingers outstretched.

I woke to the sound of screaming. It was my own. Tears and sweat poured down my face. It was always the same, night after night. I dreamt his face, my dark dream weaver, all soulless eyes and heartless smile. He promised to show me what i could never remember.

I wish my parents were here, just so i could have someone to talk to..someone to help me get rid of these nightmares. But they died when i was little, and i was sent to live here. This place is so cold and lonely. I don't belong here. I wish that they never had to go away..

If only i could remember why they left me.

And why the dark man stays.

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Akira Mar 31, 2012

Loved this story

Whitney Jan 8, 2012

thank you :)

Crazy Jan 8, 2012

I really enjoyed reading it..

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