5 - Helpless and Hunted to Death

"Write about a terrifying nightmare."

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It’s wonderful how anything can happen in a dream. Not being able to control it gives us surprises and makes it far more interesting. However, not every dream is a pleasant surprise. There are unpleasant ones too. And most of the time, the unpleasant dreams are the most unforgettable. Maybe that’s why we have a separate term for it. We call it ‘Nightmares’.

I had this crazy and weird nightmare; and it scared the hell out of me.

It went like this…

I was in a room, and everything was in the shade between black and white. It was like an old movie. No colors, no life. It’s just black, gray, and white. The room was rectangular which was like those of a small trailer camping trucks. There are a kitchen and a living room; and between them was the main door.  A few steps away from the door is where I stood.

Rough sketch of the Room

As I looked around, I noticed that I wasn’t alone. There’s a woman who seems to be cooking something in the kitchen.  I tried to talk to her but she ignored me. I kept trying and I stopped when I saw a figure of a person through the window. It was a man and that man was staring at the woman. Looking closely, I noticed that he has this scary smirk on his face. He was wearing a black sweat pants and a dark gray sweatshirt which makes him really creepy.

The atmosphere became heavy as he started to walk to our way. In his right hand was a kitchen knife. He was swinging it casually! He kept his gaze to the woman as he got closer to the main door. The air became heavier than it was.

“He’s going to kill her!” a voice shouted in my head

Immense panic hit me. I started shouting warnings to the woman. I screamed my lungs out until it hurts but she ignored me.

I froze on my spot when  the door opened. The creepy man passed through as he went straight to the kitchen. He literally passed through me!

Then, everything happened so fast. It was too late for the woman to notice the presence of this guy.

He stabbed her to death and I was helpless. I couldn’t do anything to prevent him from killing her. I just stared at her body. My legs shook as blood gushed out under her body.  Surprisingly, it was red when it should like everything else. 

Blood on the Floor

I looked up to the killer and I saw his gaze moved from the body to mine. It was as if I was the next victim. Then, my surroundings changed but it was still in blacks and whites. The killer was also there. I followed his gaze to my left. I realized that person would be his next victim. And again, I couldn’t do anything.

It happened two more times but the last one was different. I was his target.  I'm no longer a spectator. He was going to kill me. Luckily, before he stabbed me to death, I woke up. It really felt great to know that it was just a nightmare.

Until now, I still kept on thinking about it and I realized that it was a lot like Final Destination, a movie. The characters are being followed by death and only the main character knows who’s going to die next. But again, it was just a dream. A dream that made sleeping interesting and full of surprises. Nothing more, nothing less.