It was a dark, stormy night. It was perfect for a death to occur. Water was crashing on the houses and blasting across streets. It was coming from the big evil cloud that surrounded the darkness of the sky. Wind was blowing in all different directions and knocking over light posts. Lightning was
electrifying all objects in sight, and thunder was rattling all around.
Every night before I would get silently
clad in the comfort on my pyjamas and lay in my old wooden bed, I would do a brief
inventory check to make sure nothing had gone missing. As I quickly reviewed my list I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. Slowly I walked toward the squeaky wooden door that separated my room from the rest of my house. I peeked out to see if I saw anything, but all I could see was a big blur of darkness. I quickly walked to my comfortable bed and lay down. Slowly I closed my eyes, but I still had a
surmise feeling that there was somebody inside my house.
This was not the first time that I had this
gruesome feeling. Every night while I did my inventory list I would hear these strange noises coming from downstairs. I was always scared to actually find out what it was, so instead I would lie in my bed and let them pass. But tonight they didn’t stop. They kept going and becoming louder and closer. Then suddenly the noises had ended, but a strong feeling inside me told me that there was a pair of evil eyes looking straight at me.
I lay
gingery in my bed trying my very best not to make it obvious that I was still awake, in case my thoughts were correct. My heart raced and I couldn’t, but needed to stay calm. After the clock circled around several times, I fell into a deep unpleasant sleep.
The dream I dreamt was the same every night. It never changed. It was a stormy night just like the one I was witnessing. I lay silently in my old wooden bed, as I saw a tall, muscular, black haired man walk into my room in the attic. He would always walk to the same, old wooden rocking chair located in the far corner of my room. He would sit down carefully not to make much noise, and then he would start rocking back and forth making a squeaking sound. He did it on purpose so that I would wake up. I would open my eyes slowly. All I could see was a big,
abrasive, blurry shadow of a man, but soon afterwards I couldn’t see anything at all. I was dead.
With a big and heavy breath I woke up. My heart pumping, blood racing and I didn’t know what had just happened. Was it a dream, or did it really happen. There was nobody sitting in the old wooden rocking chair. The lightning was still striking, and thunder still sounding all around. Suddenly I felt
dehydrated. My throat was as dry as a desert, I needed to get some water. I didn’t want to get up from my bed, I was as scared as I could be, so I just stayed laying down.
I lay back in my bed, closed my eyes, but my eyes didn’t stay closed for long. I heard the same old footsteps as I did while I was doing my inventory list, but now they were inside my room. I could see a bright light shining from the lantern of a man that was standing in the doorway. I could see he was looking at me. I could see he was coming closer. I glanced through my room in a
cursory manner to see if there was any way out, but there wasn’t. I could see his evilness. I could see it was not the first time he had
endeavour to murder me. Because I knew, that all this time there was somebody in my room up in the attic, I could
corroborate that something was very wrong, after hearing this man walking closer to me.
As the man stood over me, I
grimace because I was scared. I had the terrible thought from my dream stuck in my head, his plans of murdering me. Slowly I realized that the man standing over me was someone I could recognize. I
succumbed to relief, this feeling didn’t last long. Suddenly I felt two big, strong hands grab my two weak legs. In no time I was laying on the cold wooden floor. My body was weak, I couldn’t move. I just laid there hoping for the next day to come quick. But there were no more days left for me. This was it. My time had come. The last sound I heard was a big thump. The thump of my old wooden bed, crashing on top of my old weak body, was just lying on the wooden floor. The man had
simulated my dreams, and
derived great satisfaction with the end result.
I lay dead on the floor. My heart, as still as it could be, blood rushing out as fast as it could. No thought, no air, nothing left inside of me. I laid silently in peace, as I did on my old wooden bed which was currently lying on top of me. My life had ended. No more thoughts, nor dreams. No more worries, nor mysterious thoughts. Everything had ended once and for all.
