"Nightmare"

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Some days, I'd wake up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. Not that it was scary and all but it'd still make you jump. But recently, those nightmares have been getting worse. One of them in which I found myself being shoved off a cliff by a anonymous man with a weird engraving on his chest; others I would be waking up as myself in some sort of castle and as I'd explore the castle would darken before the same anonymous being appears from the darkness and mimic stabbing me with what would appear to be a knife of some sort. But the worst part was that it was all believable. You'd think the nightmare was actually happening, as if you were being engulfed by it. I've talked to a psychiatrist and he knows nothing about what I am suffering. He just believes that I am suffering a nervous breakdown from stress and that I need to get some time off from work to just relax at home.

Today is the first day off of work because of these dreams, and my wife is out for the day to be with her parents out in South Carolina. So for the day I get the fun fact of being alone. I turned the television on to watch some of my favourite show which should have been on, but it never turned on. The screen was full of static before suddenly going to black; but the television was still turned on and it should only turn black when switched off. I blinked, and the mystery engraving from the anonymous man in my dreams was blaring out from the screen. I almost jumped out of my seat, but after closing my eyes and reopening them I found my show to be on and the TV to be perfectly fine. Now I'm sure I really need to relax and think about something else. But how could I?

I continued watching my show for another 27 minutes before suddenly a crash from the kitchen suddenly happened. No one else is in the house, how on earth could the glasses just fall out from the cupboard and then be forced onto the ground in such speed to smash them. I was almost worried so much as to run out of the house, but how exactly would that help. I just needed to sleep, a nice nap might get this out of my head.

I went to my room, but my head felt so heavy I could hardly walk straight up the stairs. I lay in my bed with my head calmly on the pillows. I was quickly falling asleep in the comfort of the warm blankets.

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But then I awoke. However, it was not in my real body. I awoke in a large bed far different from my own. I glared at the granite walls surrounding me. This was not my house.... it was not my life. Another nightmare perhaps? If it was, why could I not awake. What was happening to me?! Suddenly, there was banging. I glanced to the left of the bed, a large wooden door protruding from the wall. It shook as something from the other side banged on it; the iron handle swinging high in the air from the force of whatever was hitting it. I slid further under the blankets of the bed, attempting to hide from whatever stood outside if it were to get in. The candlelight in the room dimmed and I became ever more worried of what was to happen. As I felt my life almost about to end... the banging stopped.

Suddenly I felt the urge to leave the bed and investigate. Why I did I have no idea, but I was too curios. I climbed out of the bed and slowly limped towards the door. My legs felt like they had been trapped under ice for many years but yet I felt almost completely perfect otherwise. I reached out to the iron handle of the door and yanked on it, opening the wooden door. There was nothing in sight but a long, dark corridor. I was wary at first to wander from the dimly lit yet safe room I found myself in, but my curiosity told me otherwise. I began to trek down the corridor that felt like an eternity. At the end there was a window, although unbreakable it let a small amount of light in. Moonlight? This sure was strange. To the left of the same window as yet another wooden door and opposite that a picture frame.

Adjusting my eyes to the darkness of the corridor, I was able to interpret the picture. It was of a young man, likely in his young thirties; dressed in a fancy getup like that you'd see from an old film of Britain. What was it supposed to mean? There was a sudden flash of lightning that shocked me, and the pitter patter of rain hitting glass could easily be heard. I turned to face the window which was now darkened, as if the moon had suddenly vanished. Glancing back at the picture frame I jumped out of my skin; literally. The man now looked like he was ninety years old, his bones as frail as a skeleton. His clothes now tattered and cut and his hair hardly visible, there was one troubling thing about the picture. The man now lacked eyes, instead there was just a completely black space with bags as if he had not slept in a long time; this was the same as his mouth with his lips barely noticeable any longer. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. But my body dragged me on.

Going through the next door I could still hear the sound of rain on the window despite closing the door behind me. It sounded louder than earlier despite that I was walking away from it. As I continued down a long and creaky wooden staircase, a barely distinguishable moaning sound could be heard; like that of a zombie from those old movies. Sounding like it was in pain or suffering, I actually feared continuing. But before I could argue I was suddenly pushed by a force which almost sent me flying from my feet.

The bottom of the stairs was undeniably a place to be scared of. Old and broken wood marked the walls and roof whilst wet granite conquered the flooring. Darker than the other rooms and a mysterious force pushing me on, I had to continue. I did not want to go on but I had no other choice. As I marched on, the moaning grew until I found myself facing a large metal door built from iron. My arm was lifted into the air, but not by me. I felt no longer in control of my body as my arm banged loudly on the door. The room was... unlike any other. Lit by dark red candles burning around the corners of the room and darkness grasping control of the center, my brain was eager to investigate while my heart was not.

Forced into the room and suddenly feeling like I was being dragged by my own body, the iron door slammed shut and the candles grew dimmer as I walked on. My body stopping in what could be called the direct center of the room. I could make out a corridor far in front of me but I could not move. There was a suddenly loud roar; followed by moaning and the scraping of metal. I could make out a dark figure slowly lumbering towards me with one arm on the wall. Looking closer, I could see the engraving in my past nightmares illuminating from the chest of this mystery... turning to it's arm, it cut off halfway down as the skin was pulled back. A large metal sword-like item protruded from it's arm. I want to get away from all this, I just wanted to...

WAKE UP!

The creature lumbered ever-closer towards me. Now almost only a few steps away. The moaning felt like the sound of satanic bells. I was suddenly smacked in the face by the large blade, but not in a way to behead me. More of less to injure my head; I could see this because if it had intended to kill me with that it would have but yet it was happy to cut a large bloody gash across my whole face. I was scared, I felt my life slipping away. I just wanted to lift my arm and hit the creature away and run; but I could not. The creature thrusted it's arm at my gut, the least I could say was that it hurt less than the previous blow to the face. But as I looked back up at the creature it prepared it's blade arm. I felt my life end before it even stabbed it's arm through my chest.

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I woke up. Jumping out of my blankets with sweat dripping down my face. I felt hot, very hot. I climbed out of my bed, opening the curtains of my room. It was night outside and the streets were silent. Thank god, that was just another nightmare...

But then I heard the bang.

Sergeant Posts : 451

Enjoy it please. :3

Major Posts : 338

Very cool narrative! Thankfully I seldom remember my dreams, including nightmares. Very Happy

This reminded me of a BF3 video that I saw recently, called "Cycles".

Sergeant Posts : 451

Alpine_gremlin wrote:: Very cool narrative! Thankfully I seldom remember my dreams, including nightmares.

This reminded me of a BF3 video that I saw recently, called "Cycles".

I've seen that many times and I believe Birgirpall did a great job on it. I was slightly inspired to write this by Cycles, Amnesia: The Dark Descent and a a some ideas floating in my head.

Captain Posts : 119

Sounds like you have dementia with a minor case if schyzophrenia

Major Posts : 338

Yeti330 wrote:: Sounds like you have dementia with a minor case if schyzophrenia

Yes, because you`re a professional psychologist, right?

Captain Posts : 119

No because I have both symptoms and can I.D. people of my type. GET TRUMPED!!!

Lieutenant Colonel Posts : 830

Yeti330 wrote:: No because I have both symptoms and can I.D. people of my type. GET TRUMPED!!!

That's believable.

Captain Posts : 119

A side from the dementia part that sounds like a writing from H.P. Lovecraft

Major Posts : 338

Yeti330 wrote:: No because I have both symptoms and can I.D. people of my type. GET TRUMPED!!!

I know. I was being an asshole, as is my specialty.

Also,

Wasn`t aware that both were mere "symptoms". So symptoms of what? Or did you mean two types of a neurosis/psychological disorder?

What was that about getting trumped? Proper diction just kicked your ass!

Captain Posts : 119

Actually dick munch. you can have dementia and schizophrenia. SChizophrenia has three categories for symptons: positive, negative, and co-occuring. SO get trumped by a person who has done a semester on it. And I suggest you study these things before trying to trump. study

You can also have symptoms without having or being said neurological disorder. study

Lieutenant Colonel Posts : 830

Yeti330 wrote:: Actually dick munch. you can have dementia and schizophrenia. SChizophrenia has three categories for symptons: positive, negative, and co-occuring. SO get trumped by a person who has done a semester on it. And I suggest you study these things before trying to trump.
You can also have symptoms without having or being said neurological disorder.

And this is where this conversation ends.

2nd Lieutenant Posts : 713

Topic has a lot of replies, and most are for the wrong reasons...

Captain Posts : 119

agreed, but back to topic, I personaly like the story.

Major Posts : 338

Yeti330 wrote:: Actually dick munch. you can have dementia and schizophrenia. SChizophrenia has three categories for symptons: positive, negative, and co-occuring. SO get trumped by a person who has done a semester on it. And I suggest you study these things before trying to trump.
You can also have symptoms without having or being said neurological disorder.

I think it`s funny that you still can`t see my trolling...even after I admitted the fact. You can`t trump me, you only think so because I feign ignorance to get a rise. Razz

I think that a customary "U MAD BRO?????" is in order.

Captain Posts : 119

Back to topic Gremlin.

Sergeant Posts : 451

Yeti330 wrote:: Back to topic Gremlin.

Back to topic myself, I'll be writing a hopefully much longer story starting hopefully later tonight if not now since I have little else to do.

2nd Lieutenant Posts : 713

I feel bad for saying this, but after 6 months I read this for the first time. I'd just, never read it. But I have to say, I thought my writing was good. This is an amazing piece of writing, Dashi. Well done.