NIGHTMARE ONE

I felt my heart race. Run, just keep running. Don't stop... My thoughts raced, repeating over and over. The forest's trees were flying past me as my legs tried to carry me faster.

The walk had preceded into a run earlier, for whatever reason, I felt in some kind of danger. The world around me started getting darker and darker, as if I was walking into the nightmare. My feet, sore from running god knows how far, I finally stopped.

Looking around, I see absolutely nothing. Nothing but the forest. Why was I running again? Nothing made sense at the moment. Suddenly, I heard the laugh. The giggle that I came to fear. Why was I running from it, what was going on?!

Before I had any time to even comprehend my situation, I was running again. The woods started to clear slightly, a house starting to come into my vision in the distance. I smiled, almost crying I was so happy due to my savior. Quickly, I almost dived into the house's front door. I shut it and ran up the somehow familiar stairs.

The mad giggling followed me inside, then stopped. I hid inside a walk-in closet in the upstairs bedroom. And I waited. And waited. And waited. The minutes felt like hours, years, and decades, condensed into a quick five minutes.

And sure enough, five minutes later, the door in front of me creaked open. I tried to scream, but no sound came out of my mouth. I tried to run, but my body wasn't listening to my commands. The pink hooves reached in and threw me onto my back, and I watched in horror as the pink pony raised the knife.

I finally let out a blood-curdling scream as my arm's tendons and flesh was ripped open by the precise murder tool. Another giggle, before it cut deeper, and I tried to will the blood and tears away as my arm was lit aflame with white hot pain. As my tears flowed freely, she giggled again, cutting and mutilating my arm to further lengths.

I was helpless. I felt myself slowly be torn apart, cursed to remain alive while I do.

My captor and torturer then moved to my other arm, after my left one had been ripped open, the skin pinned open onto the rough carpet. My white bones tinted red were straining, trying to escape. I, however, knew I would die by the hooves of this pink monster.

Suddenly, I saw the vague face in front of my tear-stained one, smiling and laughing, "Come on silly filly, we're having so much fun! Cheer up!" I tried to get away from it, to blink away this...nightmare. I couldn't blink. I couldn't even breathe.

"Oh poo, fine you big party pooper. I'll have it all to myself then!" She giggled with her bubbly voice once more before ripping a chunk of my raw, bloody muscle from my right arm, causing me to scream out in agony. She popped it into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully before swallowing, making a generous 'mmm' sound.

My body refused to let me slip into death's arms, however. Every tendon, every vain, every inch of my body was crying out to me, telling me to run as fast as I could, fight back, die; anything but this. I just laid back, taking in the horrendous pain that was being wrought upon my frail frame.

Eventually, my arms, chest, and stomach were ripped open, the skin folded over and pinned on my sides to the carpet. I shook with my heavy sobs, though my tears had run out long ago. How long had it been? I couldn't remember. It seemed only a few minutes ago I had been running from this creature.

Finally, she dug her knife into my chest again, cutting free my ribs one by one. My lungs tried to stay working, but they were being scratched by the rough edges of my own broken ribs. The pink pony took the pieces of my ribs and stabbed them through my body, completely impaling my on my own bones. My world started to spin, my life fading before my very eyes.

Just then, an electric shock started pumping adrenaline into my body again, causing me to jump and hyperventilate as best as I could. The murderer had attached electric jumpers to copper cords, which were in turn embedded into my flesh. Then, as if a final insult, she gripped my hair, making my look at her in the eyes, "Aw, don't be sad! Let's turn that frown upside down!"

With an innocent laugh, she held my head down on the carpet. The sharp, precise scalpel raised once more.

It descended upon my face, digging into my mouth before curving up, cutting past my lips to make the involuntary curve on my left cheek. After finishing that side, she moved to the right, committing the same act against nature. I simply laid there at this point, just wanting to die. Waiting for this nightmare to be over.

The pink pony, finally stood, prancing happily in place, "Oh you're so adorable I could just hug you all day! Aw, but you-"

It was cut off, as suddenly, my head fell to the side, my life being leaked out as if by a milking machine. I simply let it happen, wanting it to happen. I wanted to die at this point, my torment would have it no other way. Finally, my eyes were closing as the pink monstrosity slowly backed away from me, apparently done toying with me, like a doll.

I closed my eyes, my final thoughts fading away into the darkness of eternity.

I gasped, my heart racing as I fell off my bed.

The floor was cold, but it was a welcome feeling to the sweat-inducing nightmare. Jesus, what a dream... It was so terrifying, I literally felt the knife...it was horrible.

I slowly stood up, shaking somewhat. The clock said 5:30 AM. Pretty early... I sighed, laying back down and turning my fan on the high setting. I needed something to cool me down...and some sleep. I gulped slightly, eyes closing once more.

Then I heard a giggle, "Didja miss me?"
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I finally woke up, for real this time. my mother was in my room, staring expectantly at me, "Come on Sam, up and at 'em!" I nodded, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. That was one hell of a dream...was it a dream? No...

It was a nightmare I thought, then looked back up to my mother, "Yeah, yeah...I'm up. Sorry."

She looked a little concerned, but then sighed, "It took me at least five minutes to wake you up. Try to get up faster next time, alright dear?" I nodded thoughtfully, still knee deep in my own thoughts. She walked out of my room, starting to prepare breakfast. I ran a sweaty hand through my hair before sighing, standing up on my two feet unsteadily. I still felt the stings of the cuts on my arms and body.

I hopped onto my computer, starting it up and getting Skype on. I got on Tumblr as well, starting to type a post, Horrible dream last night...

END NIGHTMARE ONE