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 you to my nightmare.
I turn into the private close and pull up in the layby outside my parent’s home. Switching off the engine and shuffling in my seat toward the house, I see movement at the top window.
Unplugging my seat belt and unwillingly stepping out into the dingy cold weather, I look back up to the top window and catch 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 at the top window I see a face I don’t recognise. A face that sends a shiver down my spine. A face that looks like a mask. Midstride I freeze and stare back at the bald man. His puffy, grinning and moon crescent shaped grin frightens me. It’s permanent, with a bloody redness to it.
I run straight through the wide open door, into the sitting room and then toward the stairs.
“Mum, Dad?” I shout.
Third step up 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 continues to smile.
“Where are mum and dad?” I hear the fear and shaky intonation in my voice.
He continues staring and keeping his tight 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 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!