Story Time #2: A Living Nightmare

 I experienced an unforgettable nightmare when I was five years old.

My mom and I were dressed in disheveled rags crippled in every direction.  An eerie darkness heavily masked the whole room. We huddled together on the second floor of a house.  In front of us were the metal railings of a stairway.  There was a widespread view of the floor directly beneath us if we searched through the open railings.  I'd never seen this house once in my whole life.  My mom's protective arms tenderly wrapped around me with everlasting comfort.  With pure terror, she continued to reassure me, "It will be alright, don't worry, it will be alright."  I was stuck in an utter oblivion.  Scared of what?  The more I anxiously wondered of the endless possibilities, the more fearful I became of the very answer I anticipated.  I curiously gazed through the open railings of the stairway.  I reached the very bottom of the first floor.  There was a lady dressed in a huge wedding dress, overly fluffed with black lace, as dark as midnight.  The huge dress completely covered the every slip of whiteness in her skin.  Her porcelain washed face was the only part of her flesh uncovered.  She fiercely paced back and fourth in a repetitive vertical line.

She grew taller with every step she took.  We apprehensively shuddered at the haunting possibilities that manifested into reality once she grew to the height of the second floor where we were at.  Finally, she soared to the very top of the high ceilings above us.  She was a colossal monster and we were the accessible bait right at her fingertips.  She carelessly grabbed my mom like a worthless rag doll squished in the palm of her tight grasp.  She unsparingly tossed her out a window.  I ran as fast as humanely possible.  I sprinted straight down an oak hallway.  A wall stood directly ahead of me.  It was a barrier to halt the run for my life that could potentially lead to an escape.  Thankfully, an open doorway, an open possibility of escape, stood to the very left of the wall.  I dashed straight inside.  I was in an empty room of 4 trapped walls that declared my ultimate defeat.  Morbid fear haunted me.  I turned around and right there and then envisioned the end of my life.  The monstrous lady fiercely glared at me from outside the room.  She plunged forward.

I woke up in pure relief, thankfully, before any damage was done.  It was the middle of the night.  I panted uncontrollably like all the energy was drained from me.  My heart hammered distressingly.  My hair attached messily on the side of my face from all the sticky sweat.  The chilling fear evidently manifested internally and externally as if I had just jumped straight out of a truly living nightmare.

I was nine year old when my rustic one story home was remodeled.  The rustic old house was crushed to pieces until there was nothing that lingered but saw dust.  A stunning two story house was freshly built directly on top of the location of the one story house.  I walked straight into the empty new home.  An odd sense of familiarity brushed past me through every constructed feature.  I quickly realized this was the exact house in the nightmare I had when I was five.