Dream Walking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: August 18, 2014

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Submitted: August 18, 2014

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April 16th, 1967. Journal of Morgan Duset. Father of six year old Andy, husband to Scarlett. 

My eyes opened faintly, my vision blurred as it focused in on the wooden door ahead. After a quick survey, I was in a small box like room. The floor was darkened hardwood and walls cracked concrete. The door in front of me had a light dangling over it, illuminating only that section but nothing else in the room. 

I rose up off the floor and shook my head. I had no idea where I was or how I got here. The last thing I recall was getting up in the middle of the night for some water. It was around eleven now that i remember. There is blood on my hands and shirt, stained but still wet as if it was recent. It isn't my blood because I had no cuts or any signs that I could be bleeding. 

I slowly headed toward the door and gripped the silver handle. I quickly turned it and swung the door open. I was in my home. The hallway with the same wooden floor and thin walls. I walked down the hallway and stared through the window at the end. It was night, but I could see a woman standing outside. Her back was faced towards me. She was wearing a white dress and had no shoes on. Her black hair ran straight down her back. Her hand was twitching and neck bent sideways. 

I leaned in closer but bumped my knee on the wall. Her head snapped all the way around, then her body with it. Her eyes were solid white, and mouth closed. Skin grey and dead. She smiled wide, her teeth yellow and crooked. Then a flash of lighting, and she was gone. Rain started to drizzle down the window and cover the outside.

I looked to my right down the hallway, and saw the light flickering.  I proceeded to walk down with caution. Every inch I stepped, the floor creaked louder and louder as I got closer to the light. When I got there, I looked up at to which there was a second floor. Above me, hanging over the banister, was the woman, smiling down at me with blood seeping through the crevices in her crooked teeth. It dripped onto the floor in front of me. She fell off the banister and hit the ground. The light flickered once again, but this time for a good several seconds. When it slowly glowed back to life, I inspected the woman. Her skin was normal, eyes a light brown, beautiful luscious hair and no scars or rugged teeth. I looked closer and noticed that it was my wife. I shook her, and her head gestured and her brown eyes looked into mine. She spoke,

"Murderer." 

Her lips then crackled, and her body went limp, and she slowly morphed back into the frail creature she just was moments before. I let go of the body, and felt no guilt, no remorse, nothing. I just proceeded down the hallway. 

I approached the bathroom door and slowly opened it. It was pitch darkness, and the only light source available was the hallway. The one inside was burnt out, unsure why. I heard crying, so familiar like my son's. It was, of course. I wished that this nightmare would end but it only compelled me to continue. In the bathtub was was my son, except he was underneath the water, unmoving. I reached down at him and cried as I did. I tried to save my boy but he kept slipping from my grasp and eventually, it was too late. Blood slowly flowed outward from his mouth. I stood up in shock, turned around and stared at myself in the mirror. I saw a failed man who could not save his own family. I bashed my head against the glass and it pierced my forehead. I looked back at the broken mirror, and saw myself distorted, with blood running down my face. I saw only a monster, and unknowingly smiled.

I woke up in bed, time being 3:06 am. I look over and see my wife, back towards me. I'm so relieved. I rest my hand on her shoulder and slowly rub it. She has no response, and she feels cold as ice, but i don't care. She's alive. My boy's alive. It was all just a nightmare.

[End of journal entry.]

According to studies on the brain, Morgan Duset went under a trance like state where he could commit actions without knowing what he was actually doing. He woke up in the middle of the night, dragged his wife out of bed and threw her over the banister, breaking her neck on impact. He then went to his son's room and threw him in the bathtub, filled it with water then drowned him. He went and brought his wife back to bed with him and he passed out again. When he woke up after however, he was completely unaware of the murders he had just committed. He was sent to psychiatric evaluation, and has remained there until today.


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