The Dream Book

I stood in a room where I couldn't ever see myself, but only my sight. The room was black, with industrial black carpet covering the walls and floor. A suede tan couch faced me a little bit to the right, and sitting upon it sat my grandmother.

My grandmother is a unique person; a woman of 65, piercing jade eyes, dark red lips, and long damaged, thick, blonde hair. An old woman, who was obviously beautiful in her youth. Her name is Cookie, but I call her Grandma Frankie (Frankie is her middle name).

Behind the couch, a door was open on a wall that faced the left of my view. It was ajar, and all was black on the inside. A tv hung from the wall, or sat on a table to the right of me, but I could never see it, but assumed it was there because my grandma pointed a remote at it and skimmed through the channels.

She acknowledged me, but never looked my way. She simply pressed the buttons on the remote.

Then it all happened. My view stayed in the same exact way, like I was looking through a window. I saw feet equipped in loafers and dress socks start to move across the room, but at the very top of my view, like the rest of the man was being held up high so that only his feet were in my window. The feet kicked and tried to get back down to earth, but they continued to travel to the right towards the door that was open and filled with darkness.

I felt my face contort in horror, because suddenly I could hear him yelling and shouting to stop, that please, please, I didn't do it, I swear, no!, no! ahghghgh!!!

My grandma never looked away from the screen but said, "Don't worry sweetheart, he is friendly, he won't hurt you. You can't help that man either."

I wondered who "he" was, realizing for some reason that "he" must be an invisible demon from Hell, about to kill this man for whatever reason. My blood went cold, and made me feel like I was about to faint from the terror overwhelming me.

The feet neared the door way, and suddenly they were inside of the darkness and disappeared from sight. The white wooden door slammed shut with a force that shook the room. Screams emitted from the room. My grandma was unphased.

Human instincts took over, and my feet turned me around and suddenly I could see myself, my hair flailing around me as I turned, my feet scrambling, and arms swinging beside me. I faced a screen door, and ran into it, forcing it to open. I could see that I was inside some sort of trailer, and I had to run down a wooden ramp with railing on either side to reach the earth.

The trailer sat in a forest, like the kind in Michigan, with tall oaks, weeds everywhere, branches littering the ground, and wild, tangled shrubs in random locations. I ran off of the ramp and to the base of a large dirt hill with trees growing on either side of the path embarked on the hill.

As I reached the base, I noticed a man chasing me. A man who looked as if he wore eyeliner, but maybe not, because maybe he just had a lot of eyelashes and they were very black and long. He looked permanently tired, with bedhead type hair, and a rather attractive face. He was big, strong, and resembled a werewolf in human form with stubble on his tan face. Age could have ranged from eighteen to twenty five.

He ran very quickly after me, and I felt like I had betrayed him in some way, and that he was chasing me, intending on murdering me once he had caught me. My heart skipped a beat and I ran faster.

But alas, it was like my legs would only move in slow motion, like an invisible extra gravity was acting upon me, but I still ran as fast as one could when this happens to you.

I neared the top of the hill, and the terrain leveled out once I had reached the top. I stopped running and exasperatedly shouted at the man, "Please, can we talk it out?!"

He had come within ten feet of me since I stopped running and smiled cruelly and growled back, "No!" His laugh was like a bark.

Defeat consumed me, but I snapped back around and started to run for my existence once again. I felt his hands grope for my hair but I was only just out of his reach. Then I noticed a huge fallen tree lay only feet away in front of me on the path. I knew I must dive to overcome this obstacle, so I did so and hit the ground on my rib cage and scrambled to get back up, but it was too late. The man was beside me, and flipped me around.

He pushed me into the ground and sat on top of my hips and held my arms down with his hands.

I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see anymore, I wanted to be gone. But he bent forward, crushing me bones making me yelp in agony. His face came close to mine and I felt his breath in my ear.

"You didn't really think you could escape me, did you?" he whispered. He sat back up and held both of my wrists in one hand, and brought a blade to my neck, making me bend my head back, with eyes closed as far as possible to evade to cool metal. He pressed it into my skin, but not letting it puncture or break through.

He then said aloud, "I would never kill the only other person like me. We are the only ones left."

He leaned forward again, and I whimpered. His lips pressed to mine, caressing them like I was fragile and could break at any moment. But I just lay there, wishing nothing more than death.

I awoke.