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nightmare
same piece is in the crique and advice forum.
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It was a dark night. The moon did not shine. Every light in the house was off. It was complete darkness. Silence filled the air. Girl about 15 was lying on the bed. She liked staying awake in dark, staring into the endless shadow. She liked to stay awake and think about nothing. It was peaceful time. On her messy desk was a picture. The blue pale moonlight spread upon it like a drop of ink in water cup. It was picture of the girl and her mother. They were smiling. Soon, the moon glow dimmed. Tear stains on the picture showed when the shadow fell. A silvery cell phone was on the table. It was turned off. The telephone on her desk was disconnected. There were several poems lying around, written in pen. By Janet C. the poems were beautiful. However sorrowful shades were drawn upon them. There she rested. Her brown graceful hair was dripping tears.
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It was Halloween. The students were excited about the day of fun. School bus was filled with chatters. Janet sat leaning against the window. Her reflection on the window was gloomy. The bus stopped. Janet lifted her backpack painfully. She stood up and got off the bus. The bus roared off. She slowly She started walking home.
The road was well paved. Not a car was in sight. The sky was gray. The leaves were like scratching rain. No other sound was heard. She liked the silence. At sudden, the wind stopped, the branches stopped waving. Janet heard a little sound, it sounded like children laughing. The pitch was unusually high. It was not of human. Janet looked around. The sound seems to be coming from a Jack O' Lantern. A bloody red ray came from it. High shrill voices giggled inside it. A fire was burning inside. Janet approached. The voices "Shhhing? They kept "Shhing" until no giggle was heard. Janet knelt down and looked into grinning pumpkin. As soon as the eyes of Janet met the eyes of red pumpkin, the pumpkin exploded. Red and small things swam out of the face like the bees. Blood was dripping from the tide of red waves. One of the little devils stood still. It giggled in front of her. The size of it was about as a thumb. It was a little like a fairy in stories, except it was covered in red blood, and dripping blood. Their wings were like that of bats. They had two little horns on their heads. A red thin tail was like an earthworm. It kept swinging and twisting. Its giggle was like a sudden cold wind against her skin. The voice was high, and they were all giggling. They flew. They flew around her as the bees would. The giggling sounded all around her. Red bloody devils were flying. One began to pull her hair. Other pulled her clothes, tore it. They scratched her skin. She screamed, and she fought. But the scream seems only to excite the devils. It was like fighting the air. Her wounds began to bleed. The pain was sharp. People approached. "Help! Help me!" Janet screamed. They stood there still and started laughing at her. Janet's heart was stunned. There was no one who would help her. She hesitated. She did not know what to do. She began running away from the wretched place. She ran and ran. The devils giggled and followed. They hung on her half-torn clothes, on her hair, and on her faces. One bit her left ear. The pains were endless, and she fell. The dark-gray sky was sliding away. Devils were still giggling up above.
The fall was forever. She soon could not feel anything but the air against her skin. She stretched out her arms but could not hold anything. She could do nothing to stop the fall. She had no power. She was now waiting for the end in desperate faith. She closed her eyes.
And there WAS the end. She fell hard on the ground. First thing she noticed was the place stink. She groaned. When she stood up, she saw weak lights. Rats were crawling, spoiled water was dripping everywhere. The floor was growing blue and green slippery things. Janet looked up. She could see the sky from where she fell. It was so far away. She turned around and looked. There were walls of emptiness. Floor was floating on the space of darkness. The only way she could go was into the sewer. There was no other choice.
The water drops began to form a rhythm in her head. In her head were many questions. Frustrating questions kept bothering her. She stopped walking. All the questions drew down on her heart, weighing down on her. When she opened her eyes, there suddenly was a dead end in front of her. Darkness stood in front of her. She seemed so small in this endless space. She leaned against dry wall and rested her eyes.
Suddenly the eternal rhythm stopped. She opened her eyes. Janet turned around. The stinking sewer was gone. The light was dim. Electric light faintly illuminated the hall. A clean hall way stretched to a door. The door had red "Exit" sign over it. She rubbed her eyes and stepped a foot. Black letters appeared on the floor like the sand in a dry stor: "Eating Darkness Behind." Each letter faded as Janet read. The floor began rumbling. She gasped. There was no more strength to scream. She ran. The floor started to break apart under her feet. Each step produced one black letter on splitting bricks: F, L, E, S, R, U, O, Y, blank, N, I, blank, E, R, A, blank, S, R, E, W, S, N, A. Each letter soon disappeared into emptiness that followed her. Then the letters were imprinted on the door: Y, O, U, blank, A, R, E, blank, H, E, R, E. Then just above the door knob: P, U, L, L. She arrived at the door, and pulled the door knob with all her strength. The floor was gone below the darkness at that instance. She hung on the door knob, looking into endless emptiness.
It was calm grass field on the other side. Janet managed to swing around and land on the grass. Yellow and orange little flowers swayed in the flowing wind. There were peaceful green plants all over the place. There was her childhood home. It remained the way she left it years ago. However, old, the paint was coming off. The door was closed. "Mom?" Janet called. She did not know why she called her mother. Janet sat on the grass helplessly. She called her mother. Tear ran on her face. The one she called was "too far away." She knew it too. Her eyes were seas of tears. Janet closed her eyes and let the tears flow. She was desperate, helpless. She needed somebody to help her. She placed her face against the grass. It was soft and warm. It was the “mother earth.” She felt peace, and she slept there.
When she opened her eyes again, the door of the house was widely opened. The world was golden yellow. Someone lifted her gently and let her stand. Her humming voice was warm and kind. The woman walked into the house. "Mom?" Janet called. The woman turned around with the usual smile. Janet jumped in joy. She ran to her mother. Her mother opened her arms wide, ready to receive her lovely daughter. The scene was slowly brightening. Janet jumped and was falling into her mother’s arms. The picture was brighter and brighter until everything was white. She never saw herself hugging her dear mother.
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Janet opened her honey colored eyes. The Sun was shining high. It was again another morning. Telephone in the living room was ringing. Her father must have reconnected the wires. She groaned and stretched. It was a long night. She stood up, and walked to the kitchen. A gray haired man was standing in the morning sun rays. “Wait a while, dear. Breakfast is almost ready.” He said. Janet sat at the table speechlessly. she was staring into empty corner of the wall. “Here.” The man said. On the table was a plate of pancakes. He went into the kitchen to get some syrup. “Dad,” Janet called. The man placed a bottle of maple syrup on the table. “I had a dream, and I saw my mother.” The father was motionless for a while. Janet knew it would hurt him, but she had to say. There are things that have to be said. “It was a happy dream.” She said. Her father looked into his daughter’s eyes. Her eyes only showed truth. “Do you remember anything else?” He asked. “No.” Janet answered. Last night, he heard her screaming, groaning, and crying. She was having a nightmare. ‘Dreams are really interesting things.’ He thought. ‘People only remember part of their dreams. They usually show what they fear, what they feel, and what they wish.’ He closed his eyes while Janet left the table silently to get ready for school. “I wonder…” he murmured. “…what her dream was all about.” He put on his jacket and picked his briefcase. He was looking out the window and said “Janet! You missed your bus again!”
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