Fright

FRIGHT

I look all around, blood everywhere, on the walls, on the

floors . . .  on my hands. The knife is on the on the floor covered with

blood. There is a man on the floor clawing at my legs.

I can’t help him I’m frozen with fright. I watch him as his

eyes glass over. Then, they close-his heart stops. The light from

the moon shines in the window upon his face, which is now

pale and motionless.

I start to cry-the fright is over. The blood on my hands I now

notice  is not his blood, but mine. For there is a stab wound

within my stomach from the knife. It happened so fast, I never

noticed.

I fall to my knees.

Now as the clock strikes three, I fall to the floor and all goes

black.

I get this floating sensation and all I see is red. At first, I think

It’s blood. I’m in a pool of blood! . . . But I was wrong. It’s fire-I’m

on fire!

A fiery creature comes insight. It looks like a demon with large

hands and feet with long, bloody claws. Its bare body sprouts

wings. It has fangs and screams out.

Its fiery, red, eyes stare me down and then it lashes out at me.

I scream out and close my eyes then open them again . . . now I’m

in my room, in my bed. It was all a dream . . .

a nightmare.