A dream... or a reality? (short story)

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

fear played up with a young girl.

A loud screeching scream came out from behind her. Frightened, she turned around sharply, almost causing her to lose her balance. She held on to a branch for support. It could not support her weight which caused her to grab on it even tighter. A sharp pain pierced through her left palm. Instinctively, she let go of the branch and stared down at her palm. There was a jagged splinter stuck on her palm. Red blood was oozing out of the wound. She grabbed at the splinter using her thumb and index finger, holding on to it really tightly. Then she tugged at it with a sudden jerk. The splinter came off her palm, dripping with her blood. The wound in her hand was deep. Pain shot through her whole arm. She clenched her fist tightly in a desperate bid to stop the blood. Suddenly, another screeching sound was heard. This time it was much nearer to her. Her eyes widen with fear and darted from side to side. Beads of perspiration formed on the temple of her forehead and trailed down her bronze face. It glistened in the rays of the pale moonlight that were not blocked by the leaves of the tall trees. Some of her red wavy shoulder length hair had stuck on her neck as she turned around looking for the creature. She could no longer care about the pain in her palm. All she could think about was the creature. She could not see what it was, but its shadowy frame was enough for her to flee for her life.

‘It’s here. It’s here to get me.’

She turned around and started to run. Low-lying twigs broke as she dashed past them. Some of the sharp twigs cut past her legs. Her mind could not handle the pain anymore. She knew her life was in danger. She did not slow down even though her legs were filled with bleeding cuts. Her pink silky nightgown was torn into shreds. Everything else was out of her mind except for only one thing, to escape from the creature. She knew the blood trails and the pieces of clothing would let the creature find her much easily. She knew she have had no choice. She had to run.

All of a sudden, she came to a clearing in front of a dense forest. She looked around, hoping to find another escape route. Using the moonlight, she realized that there was nothing else except trees crowded so close together a person would have difficulty squeezing through. The sound of branches being broken became closer and closer. This could only mean one thing, the creature was approaching her. Fear gripped her heart. She knew she had to make a quick decision. She uttered a small prayer as she dashed into the dense forestry.

Branches were so close to each other they formed a web around her. Using all her limbs and flexibility, she turned and bent into all different shapes to get through the forest. She knew that if she had just pushed and tore the branches down, the creature would get to her much faster and easily. By leaving the branches intact, it may slow her down, but the creature would also have a more difficult time trying to get to her. Grabbing an overarching branch, she lifted herself over another branch. A loud screeching sound blasted into her ears. Her palms covered her ears immediately. She turned around quickly. In the moonlight, she saw the creature just less than 20 feet away from her. It had legs like a wolf, hairy and skinny. It stood upright with hind legs drooping downwards. Sniffing sounds reached her ears. She knew it was smelling her out.

Turning back to the dense forest, she immediately started twisting herself into the inner layers of the forest. She knew that she had no other choices. The only way she could try to get herself out of it was to hope that the creature would not be as flexible as she is. Behind her, she could hear the first layer of branches cracking and breaking. The creature was trying to ram into the forest. She knew that it could not. The branches were strong and sturdy. They could not be broken easily. The only way was to climb through them. More branches were breaking. It was still trying to ram its ways into the forest. She knew the attempts were helping her buy some time. Her hands and legs became like spider legs. They grabbed on to any branch and climbed over anything.

Abruptly, she stood in her tracks. Besides the sounds coming from her climbing attempts, there were no other sounds. The forest had become too quiet. She slowly and carefully turned around in the hope that the creature was trying to force its way in. However, there were only webs of branches. Her heart was in her mouth as she turned around trying to look for the creature. Was the creature gone? She knew deep inside that it was not over. She could still feel the piercing stare of the creature. They were like lasers pointing at her. She could hear the deep breathing of it. The smell of its saliva was so strong it felt like the creature was just in front of her. She turned around slowly, and she was staring into the yellow glowing eyes of the creature. She could almost see the creature giving a sly and satisfied smile. It had caught its prey.

She let out a loud piercing scream as it snarled at her. Suddenly everything happened so quickly it became like a blur to her. She turned around and grabbed the branches around her. Pushing herself as quickly and as high up as she can, she climb like she was a monkey being chased by a tiger. The creature tried to pounce on her but it was too slow. It continued to pounce forward in a bid to catch her. She could no longer control her speed. Her arms were swinging by her and grabbing everything she could hang on to. Suddenly, there was this sudden burst out of the forest. She was flying in the air as she went too fast. A loud piercing scream came out of her soul, as if she knew it was the last thing she would ever do. The creature follow suit and jumped into the air with its mouth wide open. Its white teeth shone in the moonlight as she plummeted into the darkness of its mouth.

Her eyes opened and she sat up in bed. Her hands grabbed the green quilt tightly, threatening to tear it apart. Beads of perspiration drenched her silky nightgown and her bed cover. She looked at her clock, placed on the top of her bedside table. It was 3 in the morning. She heaved a sigh of relief as she used the back of her palm to wipe away the perspiration.

‘Thankfully it was just a dream…’

She flung her quilt aside as she got up to take a cup of warm water. Something caught her eye that left her in tracks. Fear began to grip her whole body as she shivered and began to start sobbing. Her sobs became louder as her hand gingerly reached for the ends of her nightgown. She picked up one tattered part of the nightgown and dropped it almost immediately in fear. The sobs became cries as the realization dawned upon her. Suddenly a loud scream shattered the calmness of the night sky. 


Submitted: April 12, 2010

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