A type of short story. I wrote this after a dream i had of it when i was 14. |
As I lay in my bed My room black as night How tired I was Inside me, I have nothing but fright I toss and turn Can not sleep. But what do I have to fear As I cover myself with my sheet Three nocks on my door They Echo through my room My body grows week As my fear grows strong. I threw the sheets off me "Who's there!" I loudly shreek But no answer My heart is pounding Sitting up in my bed I look left I look right But see nothing. It is all in my head I say to myself My fear still strong I lay back down Again three nocks at my door But louder then before. Sitting up quickly in my bed "I say, who is at my door?!" What is happening My body is numb Sitting on the side of my bed. I can not move I try to speak..... Nothing!! What is happening to me. I see my door opening Who is there I try to speak.... Nothing!! The hinges began to creeck The sound was erie and long My fear grew more strong. The door now wide open Who is there I try to say.... Nothing!! My heart beats strong Foot steps start to fall in my ears. Closer and closer the sound I can now see him It is death He is here for my soul to take. Closer and closer death got Stronger and stronger grew my fears. This must be a dream But it feels so real. I must wake up!! Why cant I wake up!!!! He got closer and closer! Why cant I move! Why cant I speak!! Is this what being dead feels like? The walls began to creak The floor began to shake. Death now in front of me What do you want I try to say............. NOTHING!!!!! His sythe in his right hand Now ready to strike As he raised it over his head! Eyes glow a horid red! He screams like a demon!!!! I shut my eyes ready for the blow...... Room goes quiet. The walls creak no more The floor no more shakes ......Is that it. My numbness is gone My fear still strong. I open my eyes....... I stand before my bed A knife in my hand Blood driping off my hands Blood on the wall...... WHAT HAVE I DONE!! This can not be!!!! I have killed my love!!!!! |