My Reality

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

A story I had posted on my old account. It's my pride and joy and the reason I still write. Landon has suffered from manic depression, what that will drive him to do we have no idea... Enjoy! (:

A dream is a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. They say we only remember about five percent of our dreams. Sigmund Freud tells us that dreams are an outlet for the sub-conscience and the emotions held in during childhood. This theory is not proven but common among psychologists. A lot of people believe remembering your dream is important, that it reveals your secret desires and feelings. But me, I want to forget my dreams more than anything.

They started two weeks ago. Just your normal nightmares, falling off a building or cliff, drowning in a lake, etc. Lately they’ve been more... violent. The dreams consisted of animals violently killing each other, and sometimes it was just blood... warm and wet. Everything feels so real and when I wake up I’m covered with sweat and my heart pounds against my ribs. Every night I sit cross-legged on the center of my bed. I find it’s the only way I can keep from falling asleep. I’ve tried pacing the room but once I began that my mom started freaking out every time she heard my footsteps. I sit facing out my bedroom window and watch every night.

I look out the window at the soft snow falling gently down on to the grass of the backyard. I could hear my mother’s footsteps as she slowly made her way into each of the rooms in the house. Lastly, she came to the door of my room. My room was right next to my parents’, her last stop. I could see the shadow of her feet beneath the door. They stayed still for a moment before continuing on into her room. I heard nothing else until the bathroom door shut from across the hall and my father entered his bedroom. The house grew still. I looked back out the window from my spot on the bed.

Tonight I’m not going to sleep, tonight I’m not going to sleep I repeated over and over in my head. But I knew that sleep would come eventually, and with it, the nightmares.

* * *

Warm, thick and sticky. The red blood slipped through my hands and dripped to the floor. Almost like syrup the blood made small pools on the shiny hardwood floor. Another drip landed on my shoe, staining the white leather pink. I looked up from my hands to the room around me. The entire place was covered in shadows. The room was freezing as if a window was open but the chills were bore into my bones, not on my skin. I slowly pivoted on my foot to look behind me. The sight froze me in shock, on a bed lying in a bed of his own blood, Rodney Jenkins. Rodney was in my class, your typical jock also your typical bully. Always doing something to torture kids like me.

My blood covered hands formed fists at my sides. Not in rage but a sense of accomplishment, relief even. God how I hated him, it felt good to see him suffer just as I did. But seeing Rodney’s neck sliced from ear to ear, cutting right along the jugular vein wasn’t enough. My hate and rage boiled over and soon enough I was on top of Rodney’s dead and lifeless body, clawing out his eyes. I scratched and scratched until every inch of his eyes were red from so much blood.

I’ve never known the people in my dreams before.

* * *

My eyes flew open. I could feel my heart pounding faster than ever had before. Thump, thump, thump it continued to beat against my rib cage. I pressed my right hand over my left breast to try and calm it; it didn’t help. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to rid myself of the image. The image of Rodney’s sliced neck, his scratched out eyes stayed etched in my mind. I let out a scream unlike my own. It came out high pitched and echoed through the house. A shuffling noise came from my parent’s room as I pulled my knees up to my chest. My door opened hesitantly and my mother’s small shadow appeared in the doorway. Her face went pale when she looked at me.

“Mommy?” I called out in a voice I used to use when I was five and had a bad dream. A choking sound came out of her mouth before she covered it. She was shaking and her eyes went wide. “Mommy, I’m scared.” The little boy’s voice came out of my mouth again. A sharp sob came from my mother’s mouth before she slammed the door and ran to her room.

I seemed to float on air, not making a sound as I followed her. I stopped in the doorway, my father was sound asleep but I could see my mother curled into a ball on her side of the bed. Hard sobs came out of her as she kept repeating my name.

“Mommy?” I called out again as I tried walking towards her. All of a sudden all of my energy seemed to vanish and then it was black.

* * *

Sarah Felton was the most beautiful girl in class. Smart with the looks, she had everything. She was also my first crush, and then, my last. I asked her to a school dance, this was before the nightmares. I was nervous; I mean lots of other guys had probably already asked her. But I decided to give it a shot. Well, I asked her and naturally she said no. But she didn’t stop there. She continued on to tell me all the reasons nobody liked me or ever would like me. Naturally, I was heartbroken.

But here she was, in my dream. We were in some bathroom, bright lights over head and white tiles covering the floor. There she was in the bath. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel any attraction to this scene. What I craved most was seeing her suffer, causing her pain, make her a little less perfect. She spotted me after a moment.

“Landon?” Her perfect voice was shaken and confused. I didn’t answer her, but instead walked slowly over to her. She began to tremble then her face turned pale and her eyes filled with fear. I saw her hands grip the lip of the tub as my hands lunged forward. I leaned over the lip of the tub and shoved her shoulders down under the water. Her limbs flailed everywhere, splashing water onto the white tiled floor. Soon her limbs grew limp and I released my hold on her shoulders. She was dead, but that still wasn’t enough. I longed for her to bleed, to see her bleed. I wanted her to suffer, even after death. I dug through the cabinets for something until my hands touched the cool metal of a razor blade. I kneeled beside the tub and made the first cut into her flat stomach. Once the red blood creeped out of the fresh wound into the water, I couldn’t stop.

* * *

I paced up and down the hallway after the last dream. I couldn’t do anything to calm my nerves. I wanted to crawl into bed with my mom like when I was little but decided against it. Even though my dad was working the night shift I couldn’t help but feel his negative presence. It was like a heavy weight on my chest, always there. My dad and I never got along; it was always just me and my mom. I was never the son my dad wanted me to be and I guess that’s how I’ve grown to hate him with so much passion, even more than Rodney Jenkins and Sarah Felton. I pondered this while I paced. My parent’s bedroom door clicked open at the other end of the hall. My mother’s head poked out and she immediately looked at me.

“Landon,” she breathed, her voice light as air.

I stayed still. We looked at each other for a while longer before she ducked back into the room. I made one more pace of the hallway. I stopped at the door of my parent’s bedroom. The sound of my mother’s deep and shallow breaths drew me into the room. I crawled into a small ball, my back against my mother’s warm one. The warmth of her body warmed my permanent chill and for once, I wasn’t scared to sleep.

* * *

The snow stopped falling for the first time in a week. The sky was clear, the stars shone bright with the moon as a spotlight. There with his back to me, was my father. A man incapable of a smile or kindness. He was in the barn, putting the horses away for the night to keep them out of the cool wind. I entered the barn and made my way down to my father slamming each stall door open. The horses whinnied and stomped their hooves with their nostrils flaring. My father turned around suddenly terrified. When I got to him, I’d opened every stall door. One horse had escaped the stall and ran out panicked. The others were still in panic, kicking the wood of the stall walls. His eyes grew wide and frightened the longer he looked at the scene playing out in front of him. All of my hate and anger followed through my veins and I was set on seeing my father in pain, dying.

The horses continued to bang on the walls until they found the open door. In minutes, it was just my father and I. As if he was coming out of a trance my father looked passed me at the horses and cussed while running after them. Calmly, I walked behind his running figure. It was just like him to forget about me and pretend I was never there. I heard a scream a couple seconds after he disappeared around the corner of the barn. The cool wind didn’t affect my permanent cool body any. As I turned the corner, snow crunching under my feet I saw my father on the ground. He’d stepped into a bear trap he set up because of the high rate of bear sightings. I stared down at my struggling father and chuckled. Then my chuckle turned into a loud laugh coming straight from my belly. With great care I took off my father’s winter wear leaving him in his damp jeans and soaked t-shirt. By morning he’d be froze to death.

* * *

The doorbell rang through the house. I ran to the kitchen doorway where my mother was. My mother looked over her shoulder at me with red eyes and bags under her eyes before opening the door.

“Thanks for coming, John.” My mother whispered shutting the door.

“I’m sorry for your loss, “ John is  an old friend of the family.

“Thank you.” It’s been two days since they found my father’s body.

“John, I’m seeing him.” My mom’s lip quivered.


“Landon,” her voice cracked.

“Rose you’ve been through a lot and you haven’t been sleeping…” John trailed off.

Mom shook her head, frustrated. “No John, I see him! I hear footsteps all the time, I hear him scream. He-he slept with me the night,” her voice cracked, “the night Jason died.”

“Rose, that’s impossible, Landon has committed suicide a month ago.”

Submitted: June 22, 2014

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Lisa Ayers

Nice opening paragraph. This was frightening! I'm up reading this at 2:00 am and scared to turn off the lights lmao! Beginning with floating in the air! Poor guy has been through a lot not getting along with his father and being told the reasons why someone will not date him. Wow a twist I didn't see that coming at the end.

You have a very active and creative imagination. Your descriptions and plot made an awesome read Suz.

Sun, June 22nd, 2014 6:30am


Oh my goodness! I'm sorry for frightening you haha! The twist is my favourite part! Thank you so much for yet another great review! (: -Suz

Sun, June 22nd, 2014 9:11am


Hey loved it! Wow you're an excellent writer, couldn't take my eyes off it till it ended :)

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Mon, June 23rd, 2014 9:50am


Oh my goodness! Thank you so much! You just made my morning!! I'll definitely check that out! -Suz

Mon, June 23rd, 2014 8:39am


I really, really like this one. I honestly did not see the ending coming. Very well done!

Tue, June 24th, 2014 3:25am


Thank you so much! The ending is my favourite part of this piece! It's actually my favourite!! Thank you again! -Suz

Mon, June 23rd, 2014 9:48pm

Jonathan DeLacuso

*Claps abd gives you a medal of horror twist honor* you are just too much. Please accept this awardable comment as my atmost congratulations (I would give the medal personally to you but you are too far away). Thi story was so beautiful and elegant that it doesn't even seem like. a booksie tale. It looks like it should belong on a creepypasta site chilling with the best. I am really impressed. The 'dream' (i use that term loosely since I don't know what the flying fluck is real in this story after that twist ending) sequences were nicely done and I see you used the excessive gore to a great potential. You know a lot of people have told me that my horror writing skills are pretty good, but they are mediocre compared to this masterpiece. It truly is amazing and it made you a fan today. Bravo madam. Bravo!

Tue, June 24th, 2014 9:12pm


You just gave me the biggest ego boost! Oh my goodness! I'm so glad you liked this so much, it's my favourite piece I've ever written! Thank you so much for the feedback! -Suz

Tue, June 24th, 2014 2:33pm


Voted for your Tallenge story entry :)

Wed, June 25th, 2014 4:25am


AHHHH thank you soooooo much! I love love love love you!!!!! -Suz

Tue, June 24th, 2014 9:50pm


Love you a lot too darling :) Best wishes

Wed, June 25th, 2014 5:05am


(: -Suz

Wed, June 25th, 2014 10:49am


You have amazing ideas!! Really love this short story! Well done!

Sat, June 28th, 2014 4:25pm


Thank you so much! -Suz

Sun, June 29th, 2014 11:37am


Holy grail! The ending gave me goosebumps. I was like, shocked and horrified. But it made me very excited in the end. Landon was dead? Haha.. very nice ending with that! I loved that. Also, those killings. That creepiness is fantastic and spot-on! You have a very high potential of writing horror my dear. I expect you to have more from you in the future! KMU for any further updates! LIKE from me!! :))

Sat, July 19th, 2014 11:01am


Thank you so much dear! This is my pride and joy of any other works I've written. I know we shouldn't pick favourites.. but I can't help myself haha. I will definitely let you know if I post something in this genre again! Thanks so much for reading! -Suz

Sat, July 19th, 2014 10:16am

Nikki Evans

Wow!! What a twist of an ending!! You did a great job of describing Landon's nightmares and his reaction. I did think his Mom's reactions to him was kinda weird and his Dad acting like he didn't se him when he "spooked" the horses but now I know why. This was one of the creepiest stories I've ever read. Great job!

Wed, July 23rd, 2014 3:12am


Thank you so much! This story is my favourite of all that I've written and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I've heard from a few that the ending is kind of predictable, but I appreciate your feedback! -Suz

Tue, July 22nd, 2014 8:56pm


I knew Landon was dead, I KNEW it. Anyway, I love this too it's just too amazing!

Wed, August 13th, 2014 1:20pm


I realize the ending is a bit predictable, I just hope your heart rate rose even the tiniest increment! (: Glad you liked it -Suz

Wed, August 13th, 2014 8:38pm


The dreams were described and executed better than anything in A Nightmare On Elm Street. My favourite part was with the father. The reveal at the end with the mother could have her cast as insane. Landon's presence gave the thought that he could be a spirit lost, and had to finish the last pieces before his soul can rest. Wicked twist, and if i may ask, why this story is your most important? There seems to be a message behind it.

Sat, November 1st, 2014 8:44am


I'm glad you liked it. This is my "baby" in terms of my work because it was really the only piece I've written that just flowed from my fingertips. There were no outlines or overthinking. In my opinion it came together perfectly, almost as if on its own. It's also, in my opinion, my best work yet. -Suz

Sat, November 1st, 2014 10:26am


Well done and well written! Bravo!! Everything from the start, suspense didn't know he committed suicide. Everything crazy, the nightmares he had. We're they real? Did he actually kill people?

Wed, October 21st, 2015 3:51pm


Thank you so much! Some people are able to figure the ending out right away but I'm glad I can still surprise some :D The whole point of having the "nightmares" in the short story, combined with the ending, is to make the reader as confused about them as he is. The true reality of the nightmares is not really known, and I'm the author. It's just kind of left out there for the reader to interpret. Thanks for reading! -Suz

Fri, November 27th, 2015 8:21am

H. Adams

So, the last line. "Landon (has) committed suicide a month ago." The "has" isn't really needed in that, and it kinda threw me off. The stun factor wasn't as great as it could've been. It was still very good, great even, but it could've been even better.

I expected him to kill during his dreams and the dreams actually turned out to be a reality he didn't want to deal with, like sleepkilling instead of sleepwalking, but I'm kinda glad that wasn't the case. Turned out to be an excellent ghost story. Well written, Suz, glad I decided to read some of your stuff! :)

Thu, February 11th, 2016 2:17am


Thanks so much for another great comment! I've noticed a lot of grammatical, especially tense, errors in my writing which I'm trying to improve. I meant for this to be a bit of a suspense with the whole suicide line, but the story is intended to be more focused on the thoughts that Landon has and why he has them. The suicide is merely the conclusion, the reason why if you will. Thanks again for reading! -Suz

Wed, February 10th, 2016 7:56pm

Ethan Howard

My Reality

A very twisted tale.

Well done!

I can see why this story is your pride and joy. It is well written and the ending was very satisfying.

I like that you tap into the theory of people not knowing they are dead. What a tortured soul Landon was to still have those thoughts even in the afterlife.

You also tap into the Oedipus complex with Landon killing his father and climbing into bed with his mother.

Seems like he is paying everyone back in death that wronged him in life. I wonder, will his soul rest after he has "visited" the people he needs to see?

Thank you for the creativity.


Tue, March 8th, 2016 5:38am


Thanks so much for the wonderful comment! I just want to express my appreciation that you caught onto the Oedipus complex idea of Landon's obsession with his mom. I tried to experiment a lot with this piece and kind of let go of standard norms and expectations and really let my imagination run wild. Thanks again for commenting and reading! -Suz

Fri, April 1st, 2016 9:52pm


That was riveting!!!!!! Great story!

Sun, February 12th, 2017 5:36am


Thank you so much for reading and commenting! -Suz

Sun, February 12th, 2017 5:37pm

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