My Deepest Fear

My Deepest Fear

A Story by Reform69

Dreams are always hard to remember. While staying at a friends house I had a recurring dream and I decided to put a twist to it. =) Enjoy




They were all around him, voices whispering in the dark. He knew he was in his living room, for he could just make out the outlines of the furniture. But it was different, weird and distorted. And the voices...they would not stop whispering. The voices were barely audible, he had to strain his ears to hear them. He called out “Mom? Dad?”

…Silence was his answer. His heart started to race. The darkness seemed to be creeping up on him. He cried out more urgently “Mom?! Dad!?”

A chill went down his spine, the hairs on his arms stood up, and a shiver coursed through his body. The whispers grew more urgent, louder, desperate even. Fear was gripping at his throat as he croaked “Mom!? Dad?!”

A creak at the top of the stairs caused him to look over. His vision could not pierce the black veil but he could hear footsteps descending the stairs. The stairs creaked and a soft ‘thump, thump, thump’ was heard. The boy at once felt relieved, finally his Mom or Dad had come to save him from the darkness. “Mom…Dad” the boy said, a smile tugging at his lips.

‘Thump, thump, thump.’ His smile faltered. A thought crept into his mind, a seed that grew into something terrible. What if that is not my parents. ‘Thump, thump, thump.’ A wave of terror crashed over him and the whispers became an uproar as the thump descended the stairs. He could barely stand let alone breathe. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ His heart was about to burst. With one last loud tremendous ‘thump’ that shook the boy to his core, the thump finally reached the foot of the stairs. The boy, eyes wide with terror, was about to scream when all of a sudden……silence.

The whispers disappeared. The boy was unable to make out a silhouette through the darkness. The silence itself became almost unbearable. He stood for what felt like an eternity. Maybe, just maybe it was over. In a low tone called out “Mom? Dad?”

An icy breeze on the back on the of his neck was his answer. The boy froze; he could feel a presence staring at him, through him, no, into him. Into his soul. A loud thump directly behind him made him turn. A woman’s terrible scream pierced the silence. A face gray and lifeless with dark holes for eyes and a grin from ear to ear stood but inches from his face…

The boy awoke screaming in his bed. The boy’s mother awoke to sound of screaming from her loving child and rushed into the room to comfort him. He relayed the dream to his mother and all she could do was laugh. She left and the boy, much relieved, went to brush his teeth. He walked down to the bathroom and locked the door. He opened the mirror cabinet to retrieve his toothbrush, glanced to the window and wondered why the sun was not up. Suddenly a thump from down the hall made the boy freeze. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ the boy dropped his toothbrush. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ grew louder and closer as it approached the door. The boy could not move, could not scream. One last ‘thump’ at the door, an icy breathe on the back of his neck. The boy held his breath. The glass cabinet slammed shut……-end



© 2012 Reform69

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A chilling story. You've got a gift for painting such vivid pictures. Nicely penned!

Kindest regards and best of luck,

Posted 8 Years Ago

You have a great way of wording things

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Posted 8 Years Ago

This piece is an absolutely astonishing work of literature. Every word kept me on edge, and the farther I got, the faster I had to read just to get to the next part of the story; I couldn't stop reading! Absolutely amazing! Your talent is amazing, keep writing!

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Posted 9 Years Ago

very suspenseful

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Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on June 9, 2012
Last Updated on July 2, 2012
Tags: Dream, Horror, Spooky, Unknown



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