A Psychiatric Nightmare

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This was my dream the other night.

Submitted: October 19, 2016

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Submitted: October 19, 2016



It took minutes for me to desperately want out of the room. It was half a mansion set up perfectly for all of us who needed to stay in a hostel. I can’t deny that my curiosity wanted to go explore the other half of this beautiful building, but it was forbidden by a man who thoroughly looked heartbroken when speaking this rule through his partially cracked door. Instead, I went into this common area where some guy was sound asleep. I figured it would be the easiest place to relax in peace. Moments later, there was a child standing in front of me waving her hand in my face because I was too focused on my music to even notice someone had been standing in front of me for who knows how long. She couldn’t have been more than 4 years old, which made me question what kind of parent would allow her to wander alone, but I tried to contain my annoyance.

“Hi there!!” She said, with so much excitement, it caused my annoyance to scold me and heighten.

“Um, hi. What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” As if that wasn’t obvious, but then again, maybe it wasn’t.

“Listening to music. Do you want something?”

“Will you play with me?”

Just as I was about to say no, it dawned on me there was a better way to deal with this situation.

“I can’t right now, but how about we go find your parents?”

“I only have my mom. I don’t know which room she is in though. Can’t you just play with me?”

I guess I could have really, but I’m really not a kid person, and this one seemed unusually needy.

“I wish I could kid, but c’mon, I’ll help you find your mom.”

She took my out reached hand so securely, it made me wonder when the last time I felt this genuinely trusted.

Out of annoyance due to the idiots I was sharing a room with, I figured one of them had to be the mother not looking for her own child so that’s where I went first.

The second the door opened, a woman sitting on the closest bed immediately stood up.

“Ugh, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Really? Because I got through half my soundtrack before she came and found me and you’re sitting exactly where you were when I left this room. Whatever.

“She found me in the common area.” I was hoping she could tell by my tone everything I was holding my tongue on saying.

“Well, thank you. Are you here for tonight?”

No, I’m just here close to midnight because I thought it would be fun.

“Yes, let me know if you need anything.”

It was one of those moments when you know as you’re saying something that it was the absolute worst thing you could say. I’m really not a bitch, I could just see it in her eyes that there was going to be something else she would neglect.


Here it goes.

“Follow me.”


She leads me down the hall into this random room decorated in horrifying blue and silver crap with a long table in the middle.

It was in this moment I realized something was wrong, but I had no idea how to handle the situation.

“The manager here has some caterer coming soon with our dinner. Is there any chance, when he gets here, you can show him this room and have him put everything on this table? There is another room right next door that has a table, but this one if best. Everything matches and I just love the décor.”

I was really befuddled. Which isn’t a word I would normally use, but this table was dripping with some red substance I was sure could be blood and knew it obviously couldn’t be.

‘Um, how exactly does everything match in here?”

Her face turned into this weird look that screamed I was the fucking idiot, but she was able to turn her town into something completely different.

“Well, the silver part of the decorations matches this silver table perfectly, don’t you think?”

I guess I won’t mention what I’m seeing then.

“Sure. Are there any clothes or wipes? I’ll clean the table up before they get here.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary, I already took care of wiping everything down.”

When I went to look again, it was exactly as she had said.

Am I fucking dreaming??


I think I sat in that room for about 20 minutes and no one had come yet. Just as I was about to put my headphones back on, I saw the same kid run down the hall way in such a joyous gallop, I was half way jealous of her ignorant freedom. I could hear her happy skipping continue for what seemed forever and then I heard it. The door we were all told not to open, was slowly creaking in such an odd manner I almost didn’t care to look.

I did. Obviously.

It was such a bright light when I looked into the doorway she was about to walk through. I almost couldn’t look away, but I had no choice once she stepped over the entryway and it all went the darkest black I had ever seen.

I’m not sure how I got to that door as fast as I did, but the second I was there, I didn’t want to be. Why did I feel this obligation? I could easily just go grab the worthless mother and have her figure this shit out, but something in me was pulling me to just walk through.

It was at this moment, I realized, I had no idea what the “kids” name was.

“Hey kid, you can’t be in here. C’mon!”


“Hello, Sir, I’m so sorry for coming in here. I know no one is supposed to, but are you here?”



“You aren’t supposed to be in here.”

I couldn’t see anyone, but I could hear a man’s voice from a slightly higher level than me. I was blinking furiously trying to figure out how to make my eyes adjust.

“I know, I’m sorry. A little girl just came through here, she didn’t know, and I just need to find her. Can you please turn back on the lights and we will get out of your way?”

“There are no lights here.”

“Bullshit dude, they were just on. Can you please just help me find this kid and I’ll leave you alone?”

“I’m sorry, but, you’re too late.”

The sincerity in his voice made me almost believe him, but I let my confusion lead me.

“What are you talking about? I just need to find the little girl that just came in here.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I had slowly regained a little bit of my sight and figured walking around would be more productive than arguing with some sullen man who had no interest in helping me, apparently.

I came to a short hallway and I could see a sliver of light coming from a slightly opened door. I was taken aback when a woman, dressed as a maid, came out and I realized it was a bathroom.

“It smells funny in there.” She said it so disgusted and I had no care as to figure out why.

“I’m sorry, did you see a little girl come by here?”

“No, I looked everywhere and there’s nothing.”

What is going on?

“Did you check the bathtub?”

Why would I ask that?

She turned away from me and walked back into the bathroom I could only see the entry way of.

It took a matter of seconds, it seemed, for her to let out a scream that seemed to come from a part of her that didn’t exist.

Before I could run in and see what had happened, she slowly walked out and faced me with a look that would haunt anyone for the rest of their days.

Suddenly, her eyes started shedding an insane amount of tears and before I could try and grasp onto what was happening, blood followed. Not just from her eyes; her nose, ears, lips, pores, literally every place something could escape a body, her blood was. She collapsed right in front of me and I just stood there.

It took me a few minutes to realize the man was standing just a short distance behind me and was doing nothing. He didn’t even look shocked. It was as if he knew this was coming and I think that bothered me more than what I had just witnessed.

I ran into the bathroom, with a slight sense that he had lunged toward me to stop me, but I was faster than this broken hearted man.

There aren’t words to describe what I saw. There she was, the kid who had no name to me, laying slaughtered in the bathtub. Even after witnessed the maids demise, I had never seen this amount of blood and evidence of torture.

I let out a noise so unknown to me, I still can’t describe what it was.

I rushed out of the bathroom as fast as I could and just looked into the eyes of this desperate man standing in front of me purposely not looking into the room.

Just as I was about to ask for some sort of explanation, the kids mother rushed into the room and was heading straight for the bathroom. I tried as hard as I could to keep her from having to view this tragedy, but her strength easily forced her way past the traumatized me.

It was the third scream I had heard in just a matter of minutes and I knew, in that moment, there was nothing I could do for her. She slowly walked out, staring at me as if I could say some magic words that would take away the pain I couldn’t even imagine she was feeling.

Then it happened. The same thing that happened to the maid. Right in front of me, again.

I turned to the man and shouted, through my tears, everything I could to try and get answers. Why? How? What the fuck is going on? What do we do?

Slowly, everything started to change. The woman lying on the floor were gone. The man in front of me no longer had relaxed night clothing on. In their place, simply slacks and a lab coat type jacket.

“Do you understand now?”

“What are you talking about? Do I understand what? What the fuck is going on??”

“I can’t tell you that. I can’t give you the answers. You have to realize it for yourself.”

“Realize what? Please tell me what is going on?”

I said it as a question, but I was practically begging this unknown man to find the words I could understand that would explain this.

“You have to figure it out for yourself.”

“Figure what out? Please, just call the cops! The poor girl and her mother..and YOUR maid!”

I said it as an accusation. I didn’t understand how he could be this calm.

“That wasn’t her mother.”

“What? Yes, yes it was. Please, I don’t know these people, but I met them tonight and they need help. Please!!”

“That wasn’t her mother. If she had been family, she would be fine.”

“I don’t understand.”

I was sobbing in such a way I thought it would be soon I would pass out. I would have welcomed that. I was not that lucky.

Just as I thought I would be able to collapse, it all started over and I was standing there with every memory. The bodies were back. The blood was back. The horror was real.

I’m not sure what possessed me in this moment, but his eyes were almost begging me, so I slowly walked back into the bathroom and knelt down by the precious child I was knew.

I was hesitant, but I carefully lifted my arm and went to touch the kid’s hair. I had to move it and make sure this was the child I had seen just moments ago.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Ready for what?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer.

Before I knew what was even happening, I was thrown back and suddenly in a different world.


It was such a cozy, cottage like house. I was trying my best to get a fire started when I heard a voice coming towards me.


“Yes, Darling girl?” I turned around as I spoke those words and saw a younger version of the same girl I was mourning.

“Can I please play in the bathtub?”

“You just took a bath, my dear, how about-“

“No, I don’t want to take a bath. I want to play with my toys. Please Mommy.”

“Okay, for just a bit before bed. I have to clean the dishes and while I’m doing so, you can play.”

She took my hand ever so gently and let me lead her upstairs to the bathtub. I put the slightest amount of water in, just so her toys could float, and went downstairs to do my cleaning. My departed husband had left me his family maid and my best friend was keeping me company, but I honestly felt calmer doing the cleaning myself. It gave me time to focus on everything I usually pushed aside and felt later at the worst times. The maid tried desperately to change my mind, but ended up giving in and going upstairs to ready the bed for my little girl. My best friend was overcome with her own thoughts and decided she would take a nap in the spare room upstairs. I was finally alone and I was completely happy about it.

It was a good thirty minutes before I headed for the stairs. I was ready to put her to bed and take a long, hot shower and move on to another day.

I walked into the bathroom and let out a scream that seemed to come from a part of myself that didn’t exist.


Suddenly, I was back in the bathroom with the man in his lab coat staring at me with such a quizzical look.

“Do you understand?”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Everything was still flashing in the back of my mind. I was back, but the memories wouldn’t stop. The blood. The pain. Flashes of me screaming and ripping at every part of the two woman in front of me who came to see what had happened. How could they do this? Or, how could they let this happen? Is she was gone, so were they.

 It took what seemed like hours for me to finally look up.

“I do.”

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