sweet dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Submitted: May 07, 2018

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Submitted: May 07, 2018



I woke up. I can’t move. Why can’t I move? I’m in my bed, okay that’s good at least, but why can’t I move? I tried to stay calm, but then I saw him.  He was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, he had a smile that still to this day give me nightmares. He stepped closer to my motionless body and so slowly that I could barely tell he was moving. His huge dream like mouth opened, I thought I was going to be eaten by this creature. Instead, he said something that still haunts me “Hello there Wren Cloverfield”.  I panic, how does he know my name? I tried to scream but I knew it was useless. I live in a small duplex and my neighbor was out of town. Suddenly he’s beside my bed, where I was lying lifelessly. “I know who you are, I know where you work, what elementary school you attended, and I know that you can’t move right now.” I was shocked by this moment and from this moment forward.


He was right I couldn’t move. I remembered that I had sleep paralysis.

Which is where I can’t move after a good night of sleep. Usually after a lucid dream.  In my case, it usually takes about thirty minutes for my body to fully wake up. While it can be scary, I am normally able to remain calm.  When I realize I am in a state sleep paralysis the alarm bells begin to go off in my head.

This creature, who I now call Smiley, pays me frequent visits.  The encounters with him seem to happen when I get into a state of sleep paralysis. I once asked him if he was like Pennywise.  He chuckled and said, “Oh darling I could eat Pennywise in a minute”. The visits were always little creepy, but he never really harmed me. Finally, I realized why he scared me, he reminded me of my patients.

The thought of my patients consumed me every day.  The look on their faces after I told them I would not be their psychiatrist. When I told my last patient of the day he asked, “Are you scared of me?”  I was surprised by his question, and I told him I never thought he was scary. That day I broke a promise to my patient. In our first session, we made an agreement to never lie.  In our last session, I broke that promise.


Many people ask me “Wren, why would you work with the criminally insane?” I always tell them I was intrigued by my patient’s mind and the way they thought.  In the beginning, working with my patients wasn’t disturbing. As we got deeper into their treatment it got more and more scary to be in the same room with them. When I resigned at the age of 27 I had severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD.

When I realized I had PTSD, I was appalled.  I felt that if I told anybody about my problems I would be criticized. How would a psychiatrist who has never faced personal tragedy, develop PTSD? I was supposed to be the one helping people with their personal problems.  I began to realize that Smiley was a manifestation, he wasn't real. None of this was real. My sleep paralysis was not real.

I started testing the waters of being my own therapist. With my new information, I was able to reduce the episodes of sleep paralysis.  On the other hand, Smiley’s visits became more frequent. We began having long conversations because I knew that he couldn’t harm me. Smiley still thought I had sleep paralysis.  On his last visit, I knew something was wrong. I decided to mess with Smiley. I told him he wasn’t real, with a sly grin on my face. He frowned and said “don´t you know who I am? I can hurt you. I can hurt you really bad.”  A gleaming knife appeared from behind his back. And at the same moment, he took off his mask revealing the face of my last patient.




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