Night Terror

When darkness lingers after the nightmare. Week 15 100 Words of Horror Contest entry.

He sits at the perimeter of a dense wood, reaching towards me, beckoning.  Darkness engulfs him in its flame and as I stare, mesmerized, I crave the stench of blackened wood and decaying flesh. My mind burns with the indignation of madness.

Abruptly I awaken to my own scream, panic soaked.  Another night terror. I walk to the window anxious for air, relief settling my pounding heart.

Deceived by my own eyes, I set my gaze upon the forest, and there in the shadow he waits. The cravings return, sense of being dissipates, as he glides towards me.