Nightmare Scenario

It happened in the middle of the night when I was about seven years old. I couldn’t sleep because around that time I was still going through the grieving process after the death of a young family member. It was very traumatizing and it kept me up at night because I felt like it was my fault. Every time I closed my eyes, I could only feel tears fill my eyes and it prevented me from wanting to sleep. At some point I decided to get up from my bed and get a drink water from the kitchen.

Once I got there, I saw the time was around two thirty in the morning. After I had finished my cup of water, I figured it was time I should go to bed. I began walking back through the living room towards my bedroom when out of the dark I heard a whisper and I stopped cold in my tracks. I felt my heart beating slightly faster than normal as I heard it again.

I tried to look around to see where it came from but it was too dark in the room. I couldn’t see anything, and I didn’t want to turn on the lights on because I was too petrified. I walked a little quicker into the bedroom but I stopped when I heard the whisper, a little louder that time. At this point I whispered back with a terrified tone saying, “Who’s there?” and there was total silence. I tried calling for my mom and dad, or even my brother, but I couldn’t muster up any words to say anything… I tried walking into the bedroom, expecting the voice to whisper to me again. But this time there was no voice. No whisper. Instead something tapped me on the shoulder and I froze. My heart pounded against my chest and it felt like it had dropped to my stomach. My throat felt so dry and I felt like my legs were numb. I turned around and that’s when I saw it.

A child with tubes running in and out of its nose, huge lifeless eyes and pale skin. Its lips were moist and yet also very chapped, sort of like a newborn… but also like a corpse. It reached out its hand and said, “This is your fault.” I was confused, but mainly I was terrified. This corpse, this strange child like terror… I should have been happy to see him but I was horrified and I could feel myself wanting to cry of fear rather than happiness. He said to me again, “This is YOUR fault.” This time a little louder. As he continued I looked into his eyes more and more.

I tried to scream for my parents, but I couldn’t say anything. Then it was silent again, until I heard the child crying. Then it’s slowly descended into laughter. It got louder and louder than it escalated to a piercing scream. He grabbed my neck and said, “THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU’RE A BAD SISTER! I HATE YOU!”

Struggling and choking to near death, I found my eyes slowly closing and opening, and I saw myself once again in bed. I jumped up and felt my heart beat through my chest and heard myself coughing. As I covered my mouth I realized I was coughing something up. I looked at my hands and saw some blood was dripping from my mouth. I don’t know if that whole scenario was a nightmare or not, but I still blame myself for it all happening. My brother’s death AND that incident. All I know is, his death was real and that whole event, though I’m not too sure if it was actually happening, it felt real too.
And still to this day I still feel uneasy as if it were ever happen again.

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    Nice job part two about what happened