Wednesday, August 7, 2013

The first nightmare...

This week's assignment from the League of Extraordinary Bloggers:

What a nightmare!

I'm not sure when I had my first nightmare, but I'm pretty certain it was before I had seen my first horror movie. I feel like I still remember it well, even though it was over 20 years ago. 

The dream started out with me waking up in my room. I couldn't figure out why I woke up, but I could tell something wasn't right. The moon was high and bright, and shining into my room, allowing me to see shapes but not much else. I sat up in my bed so I could look around, but I never let my eyes stare at one spot for too long. When I did, I always thought I could see something moving within the shadows. Then I heard a sound from my parent's room, and the door that connected our two rooms slowly started opening. It stopped halfway, and a bony white hand, with very long fingers wrapped around the door frame. I was paralyzed with fear, heart pounding in my chest, too numb to breathe. The door opened wider, and I could hear "them". Whatever was hiding in the darkness was talking to each other, a gibbering sound that physically hurt my ears. It was then that I realized the creatures were moving closer. I could partially see the first one in the moonlight, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and never open them again. It resembled a human skeleton, except its limbs were bent at unnatural angles, and it walked on its hands and feet. The other creatures behind it were similarly skeletal, with limbs and bodies out of proportion to one another. When they moved, they made an awful creaking sound, and some of them laughed horribly when they saw me cowering in the bed. They moved like they were in a stop motion film, jerky, yet way too fast at the same time. 

My courage finally gives out, and I leap from my bed, run out into the hallway, and go down the stairs. The whole time I can hear this group of monster coming for me, with their ear-shattering screams, and the "click-clack" of their bones on the wooden floor. All the lights were on downstairs, and I took that as a good sign. Maybe I would be safe in the light.  I ran into the living room, hoping that my dad would be there to protect me. I was too late. My mom and dad were already gone. I don't know if they were killed, or if they were able to escape, but I remember knowing that there would be no one there to save me. I could hear the things getting closer, and I could see smaller ones crawling on the walls and the ceilings. I tried to find a place to hide, but the small ones would always find me. Then they would call out in their gibbering, painful voice, guiding the larger monsters to where I was. Finally, I ran into the dining room, and hid under the table. A bony creature that was just two legs attached to a head sat in one of the chairs staring at me. Then its eye opened wide, and it started to grin, showing me its gaping maw of sharp and bloody teeth. I curled up into a ball, and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see anymore, and I just wanted it to be over with. I felt something powerful grab my ankle and yank me from under the table. I rolled over onto my back, and stared up into the creature's face, too terrified to even scream. It had deep, dark sockets where its eyes should have been, and a mouth full of what looked like millions of teeth. I was starting to find my voice, and was about to scream in terror, when this thing lifted one finger to its mouth and said, "Shhh..". I closed my eyes...

...And then I woke up screaming. It was a rather terrifying nightmare for a 4 year old. I had more dreams about these creatures over the years, but none as frightening as the first. It seemed they had their fun in that first nightmare, and were content to just make their presence known after that. I wish I could find some pictures that could give you an idea of what they looked like, but I've had no luck finding anything so demented. They remind me of the sort of creatures you'd read about in H.P. Lovecraft; twisted mockeries of life, with unnatural proportions and unintelligible speech. Thankfully, it's been a long time since I've had any dreams about what I've decided to call, "the Bone People." Still, there's a little part of my mind that remains just a little fearful that they may still be there, lurking somewhere in the deepest depths of my psyche, waiting for the right moment to terrorize me again..


Let's see what caused some of my fellow League Members to wake up screaming.

The Goodwill Geek and I watched some of the same movies, and dreamed about some of the same monsters.

Random Nerdness and I were both scared of Freddy and murderous cyborgs.

Ashley of Life with Fandom is worried the Russians are coming! 

G.I. Jigsaw's nightmare was all too real. 

Vikkiverka's gender bending nightmare creeped me the hell out.

Grey from Achievements in Gaming shares another's real life nightmare.

pop! pop! it's trash culture proves that G.I. Joe is Cobra's worst nightmare!

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