Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Nightmares - 1. Chapter 1
Run! Hide! Searching out the shadows, I find the darkest corner and pull myself in.
“Shhhhhhh!” I whisper to myself, ordering my pounding heart to stop. He’s going to hear you. That erratic thumping will give us away—
Too late!
Snatched from the safety of the darkness, I feel weightless, flying through the air, until I crash down on a stack of patio furniture stored away for the winter.
A whiff of mildew surrounds me. It mingles with the metallic smell of blood already in my nose.
“Please--” I squeak out, but my desperate plea only amuses him as he grabs me by the hair and drag me off the summer lounge chair and onto the floor.
My body trembles. I can feel the cold concrete through the denim covering my legs. Down on my knees, I can’t see his face.
The single light bulb dangling from the ceiling sways, rocking light from one side of the room to the other. It makes the basement feel like a boat instead of what it really is…a dungeon!
“Please let me go. I promise not to tell anyone!” I beg.
He doesn’t answer. There’s a sound, it’s terrifying, the distinct metal teeth of a zipper. When his laughter vibrates against my ear my stomach pitches.
“No!” I screamed as I was pulled into a warm embrace.
“Wake up, K.C. you’re having the nightmare again!” Robert gently shook my shoulders a second time. His voice was thick with sleep.
“But it was real!” Through blurry eyes I see the nightlight in the hallway. It’s enough light to make out our bedroom. Everything is in its proper place. The nightmare is over. I’m safe…I’m home!
“It was just a dream, Kase.” He said as he pulled me against his chest and tucks the blankets around our bodies.
I close my eyes and snuggle into the warmth of his touch, trying to forget about those childhood memories that always bring the nightmares back to life.
“I’m safe…” I murmur against his chest, “I’m home!”
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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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