The Satanic Dream

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

“What did you do!!!!!” He screeched; I felt as if he already knew what I had done but yet he had to say this.
“I... I don’t know...”......................

This is a short story that I wrote for my School certificate practice... And thought that I should post it up on booksie :)
Just to worn you that there are supernatural themes in it.

I would like to say thankyou to my sister (Forbidden) who edited it for me.. Check out her writig, as all her things are AMAZING!!

I only caught a glimpse through the window. The face was everything they said it would be – sunken eyes, cigarette stained broken teeth and a puckered scar that compelled my gaze towards those thin, cruel lips.
Yet this was the person I had to meet; it could have been better, not like this. He was waiting for me; Waiting for me to come into his presence.
Anyone would’ve known that he’s evil, the minute you saw him. You knew, you just knew. You could literally feel it; fell the evilness emanating out of him. The type of Satan that’s waiting, just waiting and watching simply knowing you will fail.
That’s who I am in-front of. You never know, that it will be like this; the evil taunting eyes watching over you.
Through the foggy glass window, I feel a slight bit secure and safe but I know deep inside me that I’m not. All he has to say is “boo” and I’m gone, just like that; Boom, Gone.
The Pain; the torture. I was humiliated as he displayed the images of every failure I had ever made; every time I had failed he was sure to put it before enjoying my withering pain. How can one be so evil? So Strong? It’s unthinkable, of the pain he can control me with.
I could have changed this. It would not have been like this if all the things I had done wrong, could have been changed. If I was to listen to my parents; The Christian world that they tried to push me into but my rebellion phase was to strong. Always, the evil side wins. Why is that?
“Does anyone know?” I yelled in my thoughts
I’m sure he could hear my thoughts too.
“Ha ha ha ha,” He laughed, as humiliation once again appeared across my face.
“What are you doing? Please let me go. Please. Why do you do this? Please don’t hurt me.”  I begged as strongly as I could but even I could tell that I was going to break any minute.
I couldn’t let him see me break. He would torture me even more. It couldn’t happen. In this thought of mind, I succeeded in keeping myself together but I’m sure he could feel my pain, feel everything I was feeling. I hated him for it, no hate was not a strong enough word, I loathed him for it.
I keep telling myself to be strong but how could I?
“Oh I love it, seeing you squirm, seeing the humiliation bring havoc to your childlike face. Its only minutes now, just be patient child.” He roared with authority.
In only minutes? What was he talking about? Child, I am not your CHILD! And I will never be! My thoughts ran through my mind.
He was coming closer; I could feel his presence move towards me. I could feel the heat of the air between us become stronger. I could see the smirk on his face become narrower. The scar; Oh, the scar. What had happened? The scar was so deep you could tell. Still an open like wound but a scar at the same time. He – who ever this beast was – began to look eviler. Closer and closer he got.
So enough I could feel his rough, sword like hands around my throat.
“Only Seconds” His lunatic voice hissed in my ear, his cold breath slowly eating away at the skin there.
“No... No...” I yelled as strong as I could but it came out as more of a whisper than what I had intended to be a harsh cry. “Please.” I could barely hear it from own lips and yet I was sure he could hear it clearly. The heat of his hands around my throat, blocking my air way.
I began to feel weaker. Weaker. Weaker. My bones started to break underneath my skin. I felt the blood rush threw my face. His strength was breaking me.
I knew now that, there was truly only a few seconds.
My past quickly flashed before me. My memories of my family, the heartache I caused them. Maybe that was why I was being made to suffer this torture. I quickly thought and remembered how my mum use to tell me how mothers know everything.
Having this thought in my mind I quickly said a quick prayer in my head.
“Please lord; tell them I’m sorry for everything. Help them lord, with the pain my death will bring them. Please, tell them I love them.”
Heat, strength, pain and finally torture all the feelings that were running threw me at this moment. Then, all of a sudden I was sure I was gone. I saw his crimson eyes flash with shock and pain, I was sure that I was the one about to die but now I wasn’t as sure.
“What did you do!!!!!” He screeched; I felt as if he already knew what I had done but yet he had to say this.
“I... I don’t know...” I replied a bit shocked as his hands that were around my neck, slowly dissolve into thin air.
“She prayed.” A male voice, silky as velvet and strong as an ox replied to the demon that stood before me. His eyes, still filled with shock looked around the room to find the voice who had answered his question. Locking his eyes back on me, he tried to grab hold of me again.
“This isn’t over” He screamed at me before he completely disappeared. What remained was just the small amount of clothing he wore. Another man stood before me, he was more beautiful than his voice and I was completely overwhelmed that he may be my perpetual saviour.
“It seems to me that it is. Don’t you agree?” He replied to the demon who had now disappeared, finishing by asking me if I agreed with him. I couldn’t answer him. He smiled and touched my forehead and the dream completely vanished, I awoke to find myself in my room. I smiled happy to find that it was just a dream.
“Mum, Can I talk to you please?” I yelled out, as I walked into the kitchen. I wanted to talk to her about that odd dream, which seemed so much like reality.

Submitted: November 08, 2009

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curious reader

Can I ask you a question?
are you a christian?
you don't have to answer I'm just curious anyway this story was great and I loved the message in it. I've always wished to write a story like this, you are really talented:)

Tue, November 10th, 2009 8:03am


yer im a christian, im really glad you liked it :)

Sat, November 14th, 2009 12:40am


Yea this was really fun to write with you em... keep up the good work!!

Sat, November 14th, 2009 9:15am


Hey kell, thanks it was fun to write with u, love u :) MWA, everyone read forbiddens writting she is extremely talented :) xxx

Sat, November 14th, 2009 1:59am

Graeme Montrose

You did a great job here! i loved the way you led up to the final. Powerfully done. All the best in your future writings!

Sat, November 14th, 2009 12:33pm


Hey thanks alot.. Ill try to get around to reading some of yours.. Thanks again and glad u liked it.. :)

Sat, November 14th, 2009 3:00pm

Sol Samuels

Pretty good. Not sure about the ending.
As it supposed to be horror personally I would have the character find her Mother dead in the kitchen and her killer standing over her being the man from her dream and for him to grin an evil grin and vanish.

Sat, November 14th, 2009 2:04pm


Yer, that would be a perfet ending, thanks for the advice, i guess i just wanted a twist to the end.. Thanks again.

Sat, November 14th, 2009 2:58pm

Penelope Garenther

(: I loved how you tied religion, family, and fantasy all in one. And it was great!

Wed, July 28th, 2010 1:07am


Thankyou so much again.

Tue, July 27th, 2010 8:03pm

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