A Dream or a Memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just something that popped into my head. A very short story on a dream I had and ofcourse I put dream to paper.

Submitted: October 16, 2007

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Submitted: October 16, 2007

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A Dream or a Memory

 

 

Alone he walked down the dimly lit alleyway, he was upset after having a fight with Kate and stormed out of the apartment. In his anger he never realized how far he had wandered off or where he was. Jim suddenly realized he was lost. His anger slowly faded as he knew he had to get his thoughts in order and go back and fix things with Kate. He missed her already and knew he should never have spoken to her in such a rude manner before leaving.

 

Before he could turn back to where he entered the alleyway he saw the dim outline of a little girl behind a dumpster. He walked towards her but knew that something was not right, his gut told him to turn around and find his way home but Jims conscience wouldn’t let him just walk away, she might need his help. As he got closer he saw she was not more than eight or nine and there seemed to be something very familiar about her, she smiled at him not one of innocence but one of pure evil but Jim never saw that. He asked ‘what’s your name’?  ‘Molly’ she replied. Suddenly he knew why she seemed so familiar to him. She looked like Kate would have been when she was young. He was all confused, Molly said, ‘Don’t worry your in good hands I’ll help you find your way back to your wife. I know these streets well’. Jim was mystified, How did this little girl know I was lost and how does she know Kate. This is weird.

He asked her, ‘How do you know so much about me.’ She looked at him and smiled, this time Jim saw the evil in it. ‘I know all about you Jim’ Molly said. The little hairs on Jim’s neck stood and he turned and tried to run but he couldn’t. He looked down to see why his legs weren’t moving and saw he had none. His heart was working overtime now and he went cold. ‘What do you want from me’ he screamed.

‘Your Soul’ she smiled.

Jim’s head was a tumult of confusion and fear, he was blinded by sudden darkness all around him and an excruciating pain in his head, he realized he was in Hell. He wanted to be with Kate again and was angry with himself for walking out on her, if only he had been a little more understanding he would not have been here now. Fear was his enemy now and he had to find a way back to Kate.

The Darkness seemed to cling to him like a second skin only it was cold and slimy and there was reek of decaying flesh. He called out to Molly but there was no answer, somehow he could sense that she was right there watching him in his misery enjoying every moment of it. All this time Jim had forgotten the use of his hands and lifted them to wipe the cold sweat of his face, his skin felt rough like it was peeling off him. To his horror he realized what the smell was… it was his own rotting flesh. His mind reeled and he retched up a mouth full of bile.

Jim jerked up in bed covered in sweat, Kate was sleeping peacefully by his side.

Later that night after Jim had a cigarette and thought of his nightmare as just a nightmare. He put the stub out in the ashtray and was on the edge of sleep when his subconscious mind saw Molly smiling her evil smile in a dark corner of his bedroom.

 

 


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