It started of the same as always. I was in the heart of some seventeenth century town, standing beside the crippled looking tree in the core of the seemingly deserted cobblestone street. Then I could just make out an ominous glow coming from down the broad street, accompanied with the sounds of a vicious and blood-thirsty mob. After a few short moments the faces of the monsters at the front of this brutal mass came into clear focus.
I felt like the fear I was admitting could be smelled in the atmosphere. But it was not this horde of people I feared, no it was the apprehension for the pitiable soul they had tied to a wooden stake, ready to be burned alive like my many nightmares before.
But there was something different, I could sense it. Once the towns folk had reached there destination, a mound of wooden branches and sticks, they places the girl in the middle and prepared to set alight the heap. Abruptly I felt my arms spread out and my feet move together. I could feel some type of cord wind itself round my ankles, tying me to some unknown object. Again I was aware, even with my eyes tightly closed, that there was some unidentified object I was being tied to against my own freewill by my wrists this time. Cord then snaked round my waist so tight it was difficult to breathe and I could feel it cutting into my flesh. I opened my eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream that was fit for a banshee.
I was in the place of the young girl. I was the one about to be set ablaze. I could see the young girl standing a few feet behind the crowd of town's people, yet it appeared they could not see her. She was staring right at me, wearing an evil grin, and then her form began to morph into the hag that normally appeared in the later part of my frequent nightmare. I could feel her cold, lifeless orbs boring into my scull. And then she cackled, no joke she cackled.
"Foolish child. Born to the family that sent my child to the embers and flames. Born into a family that was never had a trial, yet guiltier than others. But you my child are special; you have the honour of dying in the place of sweet Eva my only baby, you Nicole Marie Hecate Williams will burn in your dreams."
All the while of her rant the wood was lighted and the flames grew until they were licking the bare soles of my feet.
I knew I was dreaming, I had to be, but it all seemed so real. By now the elderly women had disappeared and I could smell my own flesh burning. This was vile, and I had had enough. I screamed like a banshee, praying that I might wake up from my nightmare.
When I woke up in took me a moment to realise where I was. My new room. I wiped the cold sweat of my forehead and untangled myself from my bed sheets. I walked over to the en-suite bathroom and splashed some much needed cold water on my face. A dream, just a dream, nothing else.
Although it wasn't real I couldn't get rid of the smell of burning flesh out of my nostrils.
A/N: I know this is deadly short but it needs to be seperate from the others. I also have the next chapter written and i'll paste it when i have at least two reviews for this chapter or five over all. I'm not asking much so please hit that little butten. Even friendly critism is welcome because i know i tend to make a few mistakes here and there but i try to fix them before i post. Any Questions then feel free to ask if something needs clearing up. Thank you for reading!