|Dreams that kill (standard:horror, 529 words)|
|Author: Rusty Cobwebs||Added: Dec 23 2006||Views/Reads: 2738/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man has a dream that could be the death of him.|
My eyelids are heavy, like steel. Weighted down and drooping. My eyes want to close, my body and brain thirst for sleep. But I deny them. I must deny them. If I fall asleep, if I grant my brain its medicine, it will be the last thing I ever do. I wasn't always an insomniac. Hell, I'm not one now. I just can't go to sleep. I used to sleep almost regularly, with little trouble. Until the dream, or nightmare from a certain perspective, started. It all centered on that one, alien, horrible creature, the winged beast. I first saw it a week ago. It was one of those bad nights for sleep, with tossing and turning, heat and chill, simply uncomfortable. After hours of staring at the ceiling, I was finally able to drift away. It was a light, troubled sleep mostly the product of exhaustion. I remember my phone, vibrating on the table and I remember lacking the energy to answer. Sometime later I was shook from my slumber by a strange buzzing. It seemed to me a symphony of insect noises, and my eyes fell again on the ceiling while locating the disturbance. Expecting textured surface, I glanced up to discover the most intriguing and unique bug I had ever seen. From the neighbor's floodlights, I could make out this horribly interesting and equally revolting specimen. It was a long black arthropod with six legs like dark twigs and leathery veined wings. It was waxy, almost lustrous, with two giant faceted eyes, much like that of a spider's. From the maw protruded a long, thin, proboscis. I was instantly concerned. I blinked, and it remained, crawling carefully amongst the small ridges of plaster on the ceiling. I stared at it for a long time, watching. The waxy appendages moving slowly but calculatingly, it buzzed the whole way with its unique insect compellation. It was truly a hodgepodge of insects. I dismissed the creature as a sleepy hallucination, and laid my head down again. Seconds later the buzzing grew louder, more pronounced. To my great disbelief, I felt the pointed appendages, six of them, grip into my hair. The creature had time to pause, perhaps sniffing, before tentatively moving its proboscis along my ear. I became frightened and swatted it away. I woke hitting myself, with the memory of the bug still clear. But the creature itself was nowhere to be found. From that time on I knew I could never go to sleep again. Last time the bug knew what to do, it was just hesitant. Next time it wouldn't be the same. Next time I would feel the prick of its needle puncturing my eardrum and beyond, draining my brain. I stocked up on caffeine pills, mountain dew, hell I even scored a few grams of coke. But, it's nearly been a week, and I don't know how long I can hold out. I suppose another few days would be enough, but I feel relieved after writing this down. It's tired me a great deal reliving the scare. I can feel myself swaying. No. I won't go to sleep. I can't go to sleep. Must.....stay....awa...... Tweet
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