Nightmare
Last night I had the first true nightmare since before I left Memphis.
I had just fallen asleep and was in that semi-sleep/wake state where you can't tell the difference between what's real and what's not. That's when I heard it.
I heard the sliding screen open and shut. A voice I didn't recognize was calling to the cats, almost like he was trying to get them to go outside. It was a sickly sweet male voice. Think of someone like Vincent from Eureka. I wasn't sure what was going on, if I was just hearing things or if it was real. Felt like I couldn't move, couldn't call out to find out who it was, and.. i was terrified. Something deep down told me this was a stranger and he was going to hurt my family and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Foot steps down the hall, everything was dark. He stopped just outside our bedroom, I couldn't see anything, but a soft voice still called out to the cats. Part of me thought he didn't know we were there, or who knows what it was. Tried as I might, I could barely move my hand to try to wake pat up. Nothing.
Footsteps again, he's moving down to the living room again.
Somehow I manage to be able to move. I try to shake pat awake, but he's sound asleep. Even when I straddle his chest and try to shake him harder, nothing. He's still asleep. I'm so scared. Some part of me wants it to be a friend, someone we know, someone who won't hurt us. I give up trying to wake pat up and go to the doorway, reaching out to turn on the hall light. Nothing. I cant remember if I called out or not, but I tried the light frantically a few times, and that's when i knew it was a nightmare. I knew the light wasn't burned out, the power was cut to the house. Nightmare. This isn't real. I have to wake up. My hands grab the door and scramble to get it to close, try to turn the knob to make it lock, but it's not working right. I can hear the foot steps coming down the hall. I'm screaming, partly to pat, partly to my real self, to wake up. Deep down I know that if this man get's a hold of us, he'll kill pat before he wakes up, tie me up, kill river and the kitties in front of me.. then torture me. Somehow I knew he was going to skin me alive. And all I can do is keep screaming to wake up. He's outside the door, reaching for the knob...
... and I manage to wake up.
I have never.. NEVER.. been so scared in my own home before.
Luckily pat woke up enough to cuddle but he wasn't really conscious. Thankfully a friend of mine was still awake and was able to help me calm down. I feel better now, but the memories of that terror still haunt me. And people wonder why I don't like horror flicks....
I had just fallen asleep and was in that semi-sleep/wake state where you can't tell the difference between what's real and what's not. That's when I heard it.
I heard the sliding screen open and shut. A voice I didn't recognize was calling to the cats, almost like he was trying to get them to go outside. It was a sickly sweet male voice. Think of someone like Vincent from Eureka. I wasn't sure what was going on, if I was just hearing things or if it was real. Felt like I couldn't move, couldn't call out to find out who it was, and.. i was terrified. Something deep down told me this was a stranger and he was going to hurt my family and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Foot steps down the hall, everything was dark. He stopped just outside our bedroom, I couldn't see anything, but a soft voice still called out to the cats. Part of me thought he didn't know we were there, or who knows what it was. Tried as I might, I could barely move my hand to try to wake pat up. Nothing.
Footsteps again, he's moving down to the living room again.
Somehow I manage to be able to move. I try to shake pat awake, but he's sound asleep. Even when I straddle his chest and try to shake him harder, nothing. He's still asleep. I'm so scared. Some part of me wants it to be a friend, someone we know, someone who won't hurt us. I give up trying to wake pat up and go to the doorway, reaching out to turn on the hall light. Nothing. I cant remember if I called out or not, but I tried the light frantically a few times, and that's when i knew it was a nightmare. I knew the light wasn't burned out, the power was cut to the house. Nightmare. This isn't real. I have to wake up. My hands grab the door and scramble to get it to close, try to turn the knob to make it lock, but it's not working right. I can hear the foot steps coming down the hall. I'm screaming, partly to pat, partly to my real self, to wake up. Deep down I know that if this man get's a hold of us, he'll kill pat before he wakes up, tie me up, kill river and the kitties in front of me.. then torture me. Somehow I knew he was going to skin me alive. And all I can do is keep screaming to wake up. He's outside the door, reaching for the knob...
... and I manage to wake up.
I have never.. NEVER.. been so scared in my own home before.
Luckily pat woke up enough to cuddle but he wasn't really conscious. Thankfully a friend of mine was still awake and was able to help me calm down. I feel better now, but the memories of that terror still haunt me. And people wonder why I don't like horror flicks....