Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When are you really awake?
A really short story I put together based on a thought. Feedback is valued as always!

Submitted: June 30, 2015

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“Wake up.”

I cross a man on the street and say hello, and that was his response. After that he just walked past without another word. His face was expressionless. I gave him a confused glance and kept walking. This was about the time where I began to worry.

I stopped three other people on the street.

Each one said the same thing.

“Wake up.”

I started to panic at this point, running from store to store, asking as many people as I could any type of question; I asked for names, dates, the weather - just anything that sounded practical and a start to a regular conversation.

“Wake up.”

I never got a different answer.

I must’ve asked at least fifty people, and none of them did so much as smile at me. They were zombies, roaming the roads without a sense of direction. I looked out from the window of the store I was in to see some people walking into walls.

I also noticed the fog that was creeping up through the intersection.

There was a heavy mist approaching from all four directions.

I ran outside, feeling the chill of the winter air against my skin. I felt encased with no way out, almost like a rat in a maze. I felt hopeless.

The haze of smoke crept nearer to the center where I was standing. I watched as the crowds of people disappeared into the fog, swallowed by the monstrous grey clouds.

It started raining.

The rain provided a calmness for me; something to remove some of the stress of the situation. This was before I felt any raindrops. 

The rain burned. The calmness was gone.

I was reaching the climax of my alarmed state when the rain turned to hail.

The fog was close now, leaving me with a square space in the middle; the roads no longer existed. I asked the few people around me who hadn’t been devoured for help.

“Wake up.”

Their voices were clear, loud, and surely didn’t sound human anymore; they resembled robots now. 

I ran around, losing my sanity further and further with each step, feeling the intensity of the hail grow. Bruises and scars littered my arms and face, the ice leaving marks and battle wounds behind.

I moved to the middle of the crossroads, backing away from my inevitable demise before me; I only had an arms length in any direction now.

The ground began to shake and the hail transformed into a meteor shower of anger and frustration, leaving holes in the concrete.

The sky above me became enveloped in a grey blanket, no longer visible.

I breathed the best I could and closed my eyes.

I shut them and didn’t open them, afraid of the mist leaking into my sockets.

I relaxed my body, leaving all limbs to the smogs orders.

I felt peace.

I felt peace for the first time in my life as the fog finally consumed me.

***

I couldn’t stop shaking. I hate nightmares.

My bed was drenched in sweat, my heart beating at an unstoppable speed. I sighed and wiped my forehead before getting up and realizing I had to go to work.

I changed into a suit after getting a warm shower and put on my new brown shoes. I was thankful that I had filled up my car’s gas last night; if I hadn’t it would be almost empty. The drive was normal, a simple, relaxing trip to the business building I worked at. Some of the people seemed to act strangely, but I gave no attention to them. I parked at the usual spot in front of the company and shoved open the double doors at the front.

I saw my friend Kathy just as I had entered.

She was sitting at the front desk.

Hey Kathy. Any news?”

"Wake up."

I turn to look outside and see the fog.


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