One Sleeps at Night

It was absolute darkness in the entire house. Completely silence. The wind raged outside the house, violently. Everyone was sound asleep, except for Erica. Wide awake she laid in bed, struggling to find the sleep she desired. Her thoughts would stay still, flew from each corner in the universe, full speed. School, friends, appointments, the next day, they all went through and back again in less than a minute. Dry coughs disturbed the air and she went down to the kitchen for some water. The darkness consumed her as she stepped down the circular staircase. The light blended her. After a little while her eyes adjusted and she found her way to the cupboard, showed some plates aside, grabbed a huge glass and opened the tap.

There was no water streaming out of the pipes.
An agitated sigh left her mouth and dragging her feet to the neighbor room she opened the tap in the bathroom. Closing up to three in the morning was not the time to become an amateur plumber. The sink worked, she filled the glass and drank. It was, unusual. It tasted different. Viscous and sticky was not how water should taste. Not even with the waste that’s supposedly dumped in the drinking water. There was an aftertaste of metal.. She looked down. What the hell could this be? It was blood. She jerked off, dropping the glass on the floor. The tiles were painted in a shiny dark-red color. She was not going to clean that up now. And what in the world was that? The taste wouldn’t leave her mouth, damn it. She turned and left the bathroom, this was more than enough for one night. Her brain had started to slack off, it was time to get some rest. The stairs were tedious and the couch much closer. She fell asleep within seconds.

She was in the attic. Dark, silent and stuffed. Not bothering to find out why she was up there, her feet walked. Everything was in the way and she knocked most of it down for every time she breathed. There was something she had to find, she had no idea of what, but she was in a hurry. Something touched her. It wasn’t her pushing an object that was in her way, this thing moved and stroke her shoulder. There was nothing behind her, she thought. A closer look revealed a miniature statue. It was the object she was looking for. Somehow she just knew, as if she recognized it. With excited steps her elbow managed to tear down an old lamp. It hit the floor with a crushing cling. There was another sound, behind her. While she turned around she noticed a gigantic black creature swifting in her direction. There were no feet to make steps, it was silent, like a spider, yet quick. Terribly quick. She backed and shards of glass forced its way through her heel. The pain rolled over her as a massive wave and cut into her mind.

She woke up in a snap, bathing in sweat. She was still in the couch, not an inch different from where she had laid down. The heat overwhelmed her and the feet automatically moved to the kitchen for water. She froze. Something held her. A force, something very strong. A tornado of winds went through her, releasing the winter inside her. On the far end of the kitchen fog was gathering. Swirling in a circle, meeting in the center. It grew thicker, and it started to shape a creature.  A being known too well in her mind. She must still be dreaming. He hadn’t left her. Petrified she tried all the ways to wake herself up, but it is challenging with a body she cannot control. The being was enormous, black and sharp horns on his forehead. The eyes poured out red light, beaming into her soul, his mouth was sewed together in a peculiar way, giving some room to speak, but not enough to utter words. The rest of the body was a blur, part of the smoke on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat, and quickly continued with a speed it never had had. The blood froze to ice and her skin lost its color. The creature moved towards her, a horrifying grin spread behind the threads and the eyes drilled deep into her bones. Her heart beat so hard she could feel it through the chest. Every cell in her body was ordered to react, to do something, but it was all for nothing. He was only a couple of meters away now. The heat hit her in the face, the sweat came. She felt powerless and her heart settled. Her mind protested wildly, but she felt, indifferent. The being was so close that the hair on her skin started burning. He was inches from her face. The eyes flashed into her own, and the last thing she remembered was the terrible grin and the flaming red eyes.

Then. She was gone.


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