I had this nightmare shortly after watching the Exorcism of Emily Rose. It scared me in the moment, but in the morning, it was kind of funny to me that I would have a nightmare about that scene of her being pulled into the bed, especially because I hardly ever dream (on account of the whole, “Slept so deep, like a rock, dead to the world.) It was a very good scene, one of the scenes I loved most in that movie. One thing is for sure, I will never forget that scene now.
Prompt: What’s the worst nightmare you remember?
It was dark in my room as I slept. All was very still, there wasn’t a sound in the entire house. I watched myself as I slept. I slept so deep, like a rock, dead to the world around me, but then I started to hear voices. Hisses piercing the calm, night air. They started so quietly that I could barely decipher them, could barely even register that they were there. I look down as I feel something crawl up my leg, and suddenly, I am back in my drowsy body, squinting my eyes. Fingers traipse up my legs and past my hips, as if climbing up my body. The whispers grow louder until it is as if someone is in the room with me…as if multiple people are in the room with me.
I start to open my eyes, not able to ignore the voices anymore.
But there is no one there.
The fingers turn into fists, grasping at my rips, waist, and shoulders. I let out a scream, but a hand covers my mouth as I kick and rock myself, trying to break free, but the arms stretch across my legs, holding them steady with incredible force. The hands, black as the night itself, too large to be the hands of a human, begin to pull me into my mattress, as if the cushion where going to swallow me whole. I cry as I hear my rips crack, the pressure and pain forcing the air out of my lungs.
Then I wake up, gasping, still feeling the remnants of the hands on my chest. It was so hard to breath…but it was only a dream…
…It was only a dream…