Author: Maria Tabb
Age: 16
E-mail: MariaTabb@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
A Twisted Nightmare
Steve has a terrible nightmare in which he foresees Jesse's death, Mark believes the nightmare is nothing to worry about and brushes it off as a result of working too hard… but is it? Soon the nightmare haunts Steve to breaking point and his nightmare starts becoming reality… can Steve stop the chain of events before it's too late?
Chapter 1
"Argh let go of me!!!"
Piercing screams continued to get louder and louder
"Why are you doing this?!"
The screams continued and the horror increased, each of their faces where stricken with terror no-one could make sense of the situation before them, what could they do, there was nowhere to go if they screamed they risked their lives, the man before them was calm knew what he was doing he was the one in control it was up to him whether they live or die, one wrong move and he could turn.
Their faces watched in horror as she fell to the ground all she'd done was let out a small whimper and he'd turned on her…
Suddenly a cry shattered the long silence, their faces turned with haste to the new drama that was unfolding before them, the man was holding a knife to another person yet something was oddly familiar about this person, the persons face was pale, sweat dripped off his forehead and his heart was pounding so hard you could see it actually moving from within his chest, the man pressed the knife harder to the persons throat, with this the person closed his eyes, he was too scared to cry, too terrified to scream all he could do was stay still and pray…
They couldn't watch, their faces turned away, one swift move and it was all over and a haunting scream that would never be forgotten rang loudly in their ears an even more distressing sound was the silence that followed afterwards…
Their faces turned back…
The faces came into focus, Steve could see Amanda collapse in a heap of sobs, and Mark stared shocked into space… "There's one face missing where's Jess?"… Steve stared into space for a minute and then felt his heart pound furiously and sweat form on his forehead as realisation slapped him in the face… he knew what had happened but still did he want to look at what he knew he was going to see lying on the floor, did he want to face the reality of what had happened, slowly Steve cautiously turned his head and looked with shock at the floor, it was what he knew he would see… Jesse lay motionless surrounded by blood on the floor, a knife penetrating from his chest, his eyes open fixed with terror, Steve stared at the face with disbelief … "Steve" a voice called "Steve!" the voice called again "STEVE!!!"
Steve shot bolt upright his heart pounding fast and hard, his eyes stared at the wall in front of him, his hands grasped hold tightly of the mattress in under him…
"Steve, are you alright? You look awful?" Mark exclaimed as he walked into his son's bedroom
Steve jumped as his father placed his hand on his sons cold clammy shoulder and looked at him with concern, Steve's breathing was fast and shallow and all Steve could do was stare at his father, any words he tried to say just wouldn't come out… Mark looked at his son with worry realising that his son was certainly far from being ok…
"Steve you're not alright are you? What's happened?" Mark said with speed looking extremely worried, all Steve could do was struggle to speak but because he was breathing so fast anything he was saying just didn't make sense
"Calm down… take deep breaths… ok Steve… are you listening to me?" Mark said slowly, Steve nodded at his father and drew in a couple of deep breaths "ok now, do you feel you can talk about it?" Mark asked looking deep into his son's eyes, Steve took in another deep breath and paused for a moment to compose himself before he began to explain what had caused him to become so distressed.
"and there he was lying there dead on the floor… his face … it was… it was…" Steve began to breathe faster again, Mark placed his hands around his sons shoulders "Steve, it's all over… you don't have to explain anymore… it was just a nightmare, nothing more. Everybody gets them from time to time, they don't mean anything except that it could suggest that maybe you've been investigating too many murder cases recently" Mark said in a soothing tone
Steve looked at his father he knew his father was right as he had been working extremely hard recently maybe he should take a break, he certainly didn't want a repeat of the dream he'd had, he'd hadn't taken any leave in ages it'd be nice to just laze around the house or relax on the golden sand in the warm sunshine on the beach.
Suddenly Mark interrupted Steve's thoughts "you ok now son? Do you want me to call work for you, tell them you won't be in for a few days?" Steve smiled as he listened to his father he loved the fact that he and his father were so close that he knew just what Steve was thinking sometimes "Dad, you read my mind" Steve said contentedly.
Age: 16
E-mail: MariaTabb@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
A Twisted Nightmare
Steve has a terrible nightmare in which he foresees Jesse's death, Mark believes the nightmare is nothing to worry about and brushes it off as a result of working too hard… but is it? Soon the nightmare haunts Steve to breaking point and his nightmare starts becoming reality… can Steve stop the chain of events before it's too late?
Chapter 1
"Argh let go of me!!!"
Piercing screams continued to get louder and louder
"Why are you doing this?!"
The screams continued and the horror increased, each of their faces where stricken with terror no-one could make sense of the situation before them, what could they do, there was nowhere to go if they screamed they risked their lives, the man before them was calm knew what he was doing he was the one in control it was up to him whether they live or die, one wrong move and he could turn.
Their faces watched in horror as she fell to the ground all she'd done was let out a small whimper and he'd turned on her…
Suddenly a cry shattered the long silence, their faces turned with haste to the new drama that was unfolding before them, the man was holding a knife to another person yet something was oddly familiar about this person, the persons face was pale, sweat dripped off his forehead and his heart was pounding so hard you could see it actually moving from within his chest, the man pressed the knife harder to the persons throat, with this the person closed his eyes, he was too scared to cry, too terrified to scream all he could do was stay still and pray…
They couldn't watch, their faces turned away, one swift move and it was all over and a haunting scream that would never be forgotten rang loudly in their ears an even more distressing sound was the silence that followed afterwards…
Their faces turned back…
The faces came into focus, Steve could see Amanda collapse in a heap of sobs, and Mark stared shocked into space… "There's one face missing where's Jess?"… Steve stared into space for a minute and then felt his heart pound furiously and sweat form on his forehead as realisation slapped him in the face… he knew what had happened but still did he want to look at what he knew he was going to see lying on the floor, did he want to face the reality of what had happened, slowly Steve cautiously turned his head and looked with shock at the floor, it was what he knew he would see… Jesse lay motionless surrounded by blood on the floor, a knife penetrating from his chest, his eyes open fixed with terror, Steve stared at the face with disbelief … "Steve" a voice called "Steve!" the voice called again "STEVE!!!"
Steve shot bolt upright his heart pounding fast and hard, his eyes stared at the wall in front of him, his hands grasped hold tightly of the mattress in under him…
"Steve, are you alright? You look awful?" Mark exclaimed as he walked into his son's bedroom
Steve jumped as his father placed his hand on his sons cold clammy shoulder and looked at him with concern, Steve's breathing was fast and shallow and all Steve could do was stare at his father, any words he tried to say just wouldn't come out… Mark looked at his son with worry realising that his son was certainly far from being ok…
"Steve you're not alright are you? What's happened?" Mark said with speed looking extremely worried, all Steve could do was struggle to speak but because he was breathing so fast anything he was saying just didn't make sense
"Calm down… take deep breaths… ok Steve… are you listening to me?" Mark said slowly, Steve nodded at his father and drew in a couple of deep breaths "ok now, do you feel you can talk about it?" Mark asked looking deep into his son's eyes, Steve took in another deep breath and paused for a moment to compose himself before he began to explain what had caused him to become so distressed.
"and there he was lying there dead on the floor… his face … it was… it was…" Steve began to breathe faster again, Mark placed his hands around his sons shoulders "Steve, it's all over… you don't have to explain anymore… it was just a nightmare, nothing more. Everybody gets them from time to time, they don't mean anything except that it could suggest that maybe you've been investigating too many murder cases recently" Mark said in a soothing tone
Steve looked at his father he knew his father was right as he had been working extremely hard recently maybe he should take a break, he certainly didn't want a repeat of the dream he'd had, he'd hadn't taken any leave in ages it'd be nice to just laze around the house or relax on the golden sand in the warm sunshine on the beach.
Suddenly Mark interrupted Steve's thoughts "you ok now son? Do you want me to call work for you, tell them you won't be in for a few days?" Steve smiled as he listened to his father he loved the fact that he and his father were so close that he knew just what Steve was thinking sometimes "Dad, you read my mind" Steve said contentedly.