The Nightmare Realm

For as long as I can remember I've had horrible nightmares. Clowns, monsters, vampires, the dudes that look like they're okay but turn out to be physco, etc. If it's scary then I've had a nightmare about it. Trust me on that.

The weirdest things always seem to happen to me. The nicest dogs bark at me, all the haunted house people pick on me, I always click on the videos that are stupid screamers... Enough said. Maybe all that is the reason I have such freaky nightmares to begin with. That's just my opinion anyway.

Well, a while back during the second week of summer the weirdest thing of all happened... I was kidnapped. I know what you're thinking. How can she be so casual about being kidnapped? Well let me give you an answer...

This kidnapping wasn't what one would call normal. This one actually took me to another realm... I really hope I didn't just lose you there. I know now that you've read that sentence you probably think I'm out of my mind, but before you go dialing all the mental hospitals in the area, just hear my story. Think you can handle that?

Like I said, it happened the second week of summer. I was walking home from my friend Winter's house. It was like 11:45 at night and I was already over an hour late for curfew. It was pitch black outside and I was starting to get a very intense uneasy feeling.

I ignored it the best I could. I was in the area of my neighborhood that was under construction and none or the nearby houses were occupied. Right when I past a very soon to be lovely house I heard what sounded like footsteps.

Of course I heard them in this part of the neighborhood. I thought to myself and started picking up speed. Just before I reached the end of my road I heard a voice.

" Help!" I heard the voice shout. It sounded like a child but I wasn't totally sure. I stopped walking and looked around. As soon as I took another step I heard the voice again.

" Can anybody hear me? I need help!... Please!" I sighed and turned in the direction the voice was coming from.

" I shouldn't be doing this." I said softly to myself as I started walking. I was almost to the house when I heard the voice just inside.

" Please help me," it said. " I got stuck." Now I was certain it was a kid.

I pushed open the front door and totally ignored the caution tape. When I looked over to the staircase, there he was. A little boy that was maybe around nine or ten. His foot was caught in a floor board that had fallen in and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

" Can you please help me?" He asked.

" Yes. Of course I'll help you... I just need to figure out what to do." I started looking at the floor board. I didn't know how in the world he had gotten his leg so far down in the floor.

" Do you think you're hurt?" I asked. After a few seconds with no response I looked at the boys face. He was staring wide eyed and teriffied at something behind me. Even though I was petrified to turn around I reluctantly did it anyway. You would not believe what I saw.

Hovering about five feet over me was the tallest thing I had ever seen. I don't even know how he fit in the house! He had a long black trench coat and a black hat. His eyes were glowing green and his skin looked grey and decaying. I just stood there with my mouth wide open in shock. When I turned around the little boy was smiling at me. I almost thought it was creepier than the tall dude.

As I looked at the boy I saw his skin start to develope a light purplish glow. The teeth that gleamed in his smile started to sharpen into a row of creepy little fangs and odd bat-ish type wings started growing out of his back. I freaked out then and there as the loudest scream I ever heard burst out of my mouth.

I turned to run out the door, but the creepy tall dude grabbed the back of my jacket. Before I could say anything he jerked with all his strength and sent my butt to the floor. The last thing I remember hearing was the sound of my skull banging on the wooden floors of the house...