This is a short story I wrote based on a nightmare. I dreamt this nightmare on Monday the 25th of January 2016. I decided to turn it into a short story because it seemed so real and woke me from my sleep. If you can think of a dream you once had and believe it would make a good short story, then feel free to post below.
For now though, I introduce to you, my short story nightmare. Dun dun duuuunnnnnn!
I turn into the private close and pull up in the lay-by outside my parent’s home. Switching off the engine and shuffling in my seat, I turn toward the house. I spot the open door, and then the ritual blind movement from Mum, but it’s from upstairs – normally it’s downstairs.
Unplugging my seat belt and unwillingly stepping out into the dingy cold weather, I look back up to the top window and spot the blinds slowly rising, revealing a figure.
Turning back to the car, I press lock and await the clunk of the car doors before heading toward the house.
Looking up to Mum, I notice it isn’t her, it’s a face I don’t recognise. A face that sends a shiver down my spine. A face that looks like a mask. Mid-stride, I freeze. I look back at the shadowy bald figure. I can make more out now. They have a big grin. The moon crescent shaped grin frightens me. It’s permanent, with a bloody redness to it.
I regain control of my body and charge through the agape front door, into the sitting room and then skipping a step a time.
“Mum? Dad?” I shout.
Someone’s looming on the landing. I see him, staring at me, still smiling uncontrollably from the top of the stairs.
Reaching out to him I push him against the wall. He doesn’t flinch, he smiles. Chuckling even under his breath.
“Where are my parents?” I hear the fear and shaky intonation in my voice.
He continues staring and keeping his tight, wide smile before eerily telling me “They’re not here.”
I push him aside and run into my parent’s bedroom, staring to the bed I look away. I can’t look again. But I have to.
Looking back to the bed I see two mounds under the bloody duvet.
Copyright © 2016 T. J. Blake
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Please feel free to think of a dream or nightmare you once had, and turn that dream or nightmare into a short story and post it below!