Tag: nightmare

  • Running

    “You can’t run forever,” the voice said. “I will find you before you even remember your birthday.”  I pressed pause on the voicemail before the man could say anything else. I didn’t know who it was, but I knew what he was talking about. My past was finally catching up to me. I took a…

  • Chain Reaction

    My brother’s fall set off a chain reaction.  But not necessarily the chain reaction I would have expected.  I thought as he fell that people would try to help, try to grab him, but instead they didn’t even seem to notice at first.  He wasn’t screaming for his life, but he had never been a…

  • The Pipes

    Amanda screamed.  Paused and then screamed again. I could see her shadow jumping around the kitchen and wondered what it could be this time. Amanda was the youngest of my siblings and there was always something happening. Always something dramatic. Most of the time I didn’t mind her antics, but on days like today, I…

  • Nightmares

    I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t have nightmares. They came hurtling out of nowhere and could be triggered by a single smell. A single noise. A single touch. As much as I tried meditating, yoga, running, any and all forms of exercise, I couldn’t get rid of my nightmares. I tried exhausting myself…

  • The Bogeyman

    My greatest nightmare was coming to life just like I had dreamed. Just like the bogeyman had planned. My closet was his passage to access the real world though I knew he was only here for me. Everyone told me it was impossible. But I knew I had accidentally invited him in. Accidentally opened the…

  • The Lakehouse

    The scrap of paper inched closer to me with every passing minute.  There was no wind, no breeze, there was no way the paper should be moving on its own.  I wondered if I should be worried, but decided probably not. How could a tiny piece of paper be something to worry about? I had too…

  • The Homicide

    “The case has been ruled a homicide.”  I listened to the news and had to get up to pace around the kitchen.  Up until now, Jeff’s death had been ruled accidental and the police were no longer looking into his death.  For three years, I thought I had gotten away with it, but now the…

  • Nightmares

    The dead of night was my best time.  The time I could be myself and no one would bother me.  The middle of the night was when I did my best writing and my best painting because I could zone out and not worry about whatever everyone else was thinking.  I had grown up in a…