The dreamcatcher

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: The Imaginarium


Fact: I took this photo of the dreamcatcher I have hanging by my car's rear-view mirror :)

Submitted: November 10, 2017

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I was very upset that my boyfriend Michael’s flight got delayed; he was supposed to be here hours ago. It’s nearly nine P.M. and he hasn’t arrived. I received a text message from him a couple of hours ago saying his flight was finally taking off.

We rented a cabin in the woods for the weekend. We are having issues in our relationship and I suppose, this is what people do to rekindle their “love”. Spend money on a weekend getaway to a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. Of course, I had gotten here before Michael, as usual. He seems not to know the concept of time.

I began to unpack my things from the small luggage I decided to pack. The cabin is actually pretty peaceful. But it was dark out, so knowing that my nearest neighbor is about a mile away frightened me a bit.

After unpacking; just to occupy my mind, I took a quick shower. There was a small window in the shower and I couldn’t help but feel a sentiment of unease; as if something or someone was watching me.

I slipped into the lilac silk tunic Michael seemed to love and let loose my humid long black hair. I took the dreamcatcher my grandmother made me when I was a little girl and pasted it on the wall above the bed with a piece of scotch tape. I do not share the same beliefs as my family about the supposed power of the dreamcatcher and how it’s supposed to guard and protect you. However, I take it from my bedroom wall and carry it with me every time I travel. It’s more of a custom now than anything deeper.

I lied down on the bed and checked my phone; 9:42 P.M. and no unread messages or missed calls from Michael just yet. This is ridiculous. Why am I even here?

There was a thump that I heard coming from downstairs. As if someone was trying to break in.

I quickly sat up on the bed and listened as my heartbeat increased to the point where it may have seemed it would break out of my chest.

“Michael?” I called. Knowing deep inside it wasn’t Michael. He would’ve called out my name by now. ‘Aiyana’, he would’ve called. But he didn’t… and I was desperately hoping he would.

“Hello!” I shouted and perhaps I shouldn’t have. I stood from my bed as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my mind panicked. I felt the knot forming in my throat. This kind of extreme trepidation is the one that gives heart attacks. I very much welcomed that right now.

And then two tall men walked in, both wearing black slacks and black jackets along with dark beanies on their heads.

“Just look what we have here, Sam”, one of them said.

“Are we lucky or what?” the other chuckled.

“Who are you? What do you want? Please leave!” I felt myself losing my composure. My legs felt weak as if they were giving out.

“Relax, doll, we’re not gonna hurt you”, they smiled.

“Listen, I don’t have much but you can take my ring; it’s gold”, I ripped the ring off my finger so quickly and threw it on the floor beside “Sam’s” shoe.

“And take my wallet! I have two hundred dollars there, but please leave!” I exclaimed.

“Oh darling, but we just got here. What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone? You’re just asking for it”, the other man said.

“No, please, just leave. My boyfriend will be here any minute now!”—

“Tie her up, Luke”, Sam commanded.

“No, please, just leave me alone. Don’t hurt me, please!” I cried. Luke walked up to me and as I tried to fend for myself he managed to grab my arms and I kicked him.

“Please! Just stop!”—

“Shut up!” Sam walked over and smacked me.

“Throw her on the bed!” he commanded.

“No! Michael!” I shouted to no avail.

“Stop!” I found myself screaming helplessly and suddenly my cell phone went off and I opened my eyes in a gasp.  I browsed around and saw nobody. The night was as silent as it was, just the crickets from outside. There was no “Sam” or “Luke”. It was… a dream?

I answered the phone; “Hello”, I was shaken up.

“Baby, it’s me, what’s the matter?” It was Michael.

“Michael!” I cried and tears ran down my cheeks.

“I think I dosed off (even though I don’t remember dosing off) and I had a bad dream that I was being attacked and… where are you? Please, just hurry up!” I wailed to him.

“I’ll be there soon, baby. It was just a bad dream”, he said and I nodded while sobbing.

Yes it was just a dream, I thought to myself until…

Whose shoe print was that? I was barefoot and I came in with sandals.

And where was my ring?

 It wasn’t on my finger. I spotted it lying there next to that mysterious shoe print.

“Aiyana, Are you there?”—

I looked up to the once-perfect dreamcatcher my grandmother had woven for me. It was nearly destroyed. The deer pendant it has was barely hanging by a thread and the strings were almost ripped apart.

“Aiyana, Answer me!”—

“Michael… there’s a shoe print”, I whispered. Feeling that same anxiety I felt earlier.

“What?”

“Aiyana, what happened?” he asked just as confused as I was.

“I—don’t know, but it wasn’t a dream”, I spoke. I gazed and stared at the dreamcatcher.

Can it be? 




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