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Chapter One – The First Nightmare
I really shouldn't have watched that sci-fi movie this evening, it left an indelible print on my memory.
Snuggling into bed, I pulled the bedclothes up around my neck and closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I was asleep and dreaming.
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The white door was there in front of me. Nothing else, just total blank space and a white door. I walked closer, curious and as I got nearer I read the name on the door. 'The Doctor.' Puzzled I walked through.
I was back in the swinging sixties. My skirt was short and I tugged at the hem trying to cover my knees. I had a skimpy little top on and my hair was piled high on my head. Music was pumping out from a nearby warehouse, and I wondered if they actually had raves in the 60s.
I walked through the warehouse door, and felt the beat of the music pulse through my body. The air was heady with scent and the sweat of bodies. The party was in full flow and everyone was having a good time.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink which I didn't pay for and watched the proceedings as I sipped my Babycham. This was wonderful. I'd always wanted to be a part of the 60s and here I was in the thick of it.
The next thing I realise is that everyone has gone. I am alone in the warehouse. It is empty. Just the dusty boxes piled in one corner and sunlight trying to creep in through the cracks in the wood.
I walk outside wondering what is happening. People are running in all directions. Screaming, hugging each other as they find missing family members. I am confused. I don't know what is going on.
Someone approaches me, speaks to me as if he knows me. He is Chinese, Japanese maybe? He wants to know if I'm okay, I assure him I am.
"You are the only survivor," he says. "My God, the only survivor."
I look at him bewildered. "The only survivor of what?" I have no idea what he is talking about.
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I am now in a hotel. A bleak rundown shack of a place. I am not alone. There is an old man who has just entered the room. His hair is long, down to his collar and grey. I look into his eyes and think maybe he is not as old as he looks. They have a certain twinkle to them. The lines round his eyes crease as he smiles at me.
"I wonder, I wonder," he says looking at me.
"Hello," I say smiling back at him.
"I thought I'd find you here," he states, "yes, yes, I am the Doctor."
I shake his hand, wondering if he's still practising. He looks a little old.
"Now, what to do, hmm. What to do. It's all a bit of a dilemma."
I look up at him from my seat, confused. He seems a little lost in thought and I wonder whether to interrupt him.
"What do you remember child? Anything?" he asks me.
"Erm. Remember about what," I answer, still none the wiser.
"Yes, yes, I thought so. I'm very worried about you, you know."
"Don't be I'm fine."
"But I don't think you are young lady," he says, tapping his fingers against his chin. He looks at me knowingly. As if he knows something that I do not.
"What a to do," he says, walking off clutching the lapels of his coat and then staring out of the window. "I'll have to kill it you know." He turns to face me. "And it might kill you."
My mouth drops open and I am aware of this, but choose to do nothing about it.
"Now let's have a look at you," he commands. Returning to my side and grasping the sides of my head in his hands. He looks into my eyes, deep and steady as if searching the depths of my soul. And now he is tutting as if he doesn't like what he can see.
"I think it's too late. Yes, yes, I'm much too late."
"Too late for what?" I question him.
"Too late to save you my dear. There is absolutely nothing I can do."
I am absolutely incredulous. This man, this Doctor fellow, wants to save me. But there is nothing to save me from. I squeeze his arm as if to reassure him that there is nothing wrong with me.
It is at this point that the pains gripe in my stomach. The pain is excruciating, as if a wild cat is ripping apart my inners.
"It's a wretched beast," he claims. "And I'm much too late."
He puts both his hands on my shoulders and I feel him squeeze me tight.
"Be brave my dear, you have to be very brave."
The fire is eating through the core of me now. I don't know what is happening. "Doctor, please help me!" I plead. "Please come back, help me!"
He is fading now. Fading from view and I can't call him back. My voice has left me. I know this is it, I am going to die. My body feels like it is erupting into a thousand pieces and there is nothing I can do.
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I wake from my nightmare, the sheets drenched in my sweat. I shake myself from the dream, and focus on my surroundings. It wasn't real. Nothing about it was real. Not even that strange little man.