My Worst Nightmare.A Story by WriderParker
For Horrormasters group of nightmares. This is a true story of a nightmare I had while at my Grandparents house.
As I laid in bed getting ready for a good nights sleep, I give my grandmother one last hug goodnight. I soon close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep. I awake in my sub conscience, hands tied by leather straps in a dental seat. Looking around the all white room I start to freak out.
"Where am I!?" I yell. I get no answer and hear only my voice echo in the vastly bright room. The light becomes more and more intense hurting my eyes until finally the room goes dark. I cry out in pain, my eyes watering from the sudden change. Even though it was dark I could see a figure walking towards me.
"Hello?" I cry out shacking in my bonds. The Man gives no answer, but the closer he got the uglier he became. His skin was burnt, smelled of Sulfur, had razor sharp teeth, and maggots crawled on his face.
"You better stop!" he said laughing at me.
"Stop what?" my eyes wide and filled with fear. I was so terrified that any plea for help I tired to make only came out silent.
"Stop being a f--king light to others!" he growled, showing his teeth. Blood ran down his frown.
"What are you talking about!?" I asked, pulling on my restraints trying not to gaze at the man. The Man gave no answer but pulled out a pair of pilers. I started crying only thinking of what he was going to do. I tired to speak but nothing make out my mouth. Tears running down my cheeks. The Man grabbed my chin and squeezed my cheeks laughing. Myescape were futile as he forced my jaw open. He placed the pilers in my mouth and started yanking out tooth after tooth after tooth. I cried tears rolling down my cheeks and could feel the blood from my mouth dripping on my chest. I knew it was a nightmare and I tried waking myself up. The Man's laughter become more insane with each tooth pulled. I again I tried to wake myself up feeling my eyes open to the real world.
"No no i'm not done with you yet, Ryder!" he said laughing. Finally I let out a scream into the real world and my Grandparents come rushing in. My Grandmother wakes me up and I sit straight on the bed in a cold sweat. I tell my Grandparents of the nightmare and my grandfather assures me that everything is alright now. My Grandmother's loving eyes look at me and she kisses my forehead.
"Lets pray sweetheart." she says bowing her head. I Bow my head and pray with her including my own words every few lines. I lay my head down and was able to rest easy again. The Demon defeated by the faith of a Child.
© 2010 WriderParker
Added on April 7, 2010
Last Updated on April 7, 2010
AboutWhat do I write about? Well I guess you could say I write what I feel like at the moment. To poetry about life, love, and God. To writing Fiction, which i love. I am Christian and so my beliefs will p.. more..
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