Night Terror

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 Author’s Note: Another Friday Fictioneers piece. I have no idea where this came from, but it checks in at 106 words.

The nightmare always starts the same way. I’m at the beach, strolling along a boardwalk; the day is clear and warm. As I approach the ocean, the temperature drops and I see him. A vaguely defined shape, the monster chases me, venom dripping from his fangs. I try to run but the sand grabs my ankles, holding me hostage. He closes in. Darkness descends and I feel the sickening seaweed-slime of his touch. As I am consumed, my eyes open. I am welcomed back to consciousness by my boyfriend’s snoring. Rolling toward him, I feel something sticky and touch him…is that seaweed in his hair?

31 thoughts on “Night Terror

    • You know, I had something a lot more serious in mind until I got to the last few words….I think it was a good thing I didn’t go the way I thought. It would have been too dark.

      • I originally thought of making this a woman dreaming of her abusive boyfriend but I decided that was too harsh for such a beautiful. There’s thinking outside the box and then there’s throwing the box out completely….

    • Thanks for stopping by! I may add to this, maybe give her a chance to fight the lagoon guy…I haven’t figured that out yet, but if I do I’ll post it.

    • Wow sounds like a creepy dream. Mine is that I’m in the backseat of a car on a busy highway when I realize there’s nobody at the wheel and the car’s about to go over a bridge. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had that one.

      • oh crap. in mine, i just fall from great heights but never hit the ground. i’ll take that instead of yours.

      • Yeah but your dream is why I”m scared of heights in the first place. I have no idea what mine means….maybe that something is out of control in my life. It usually ends with me trying to climb over the seat, only it’s not one of those bench seats like the cars from the 70’s so I can’t.

      • i know mine. i have things i want to accomplish, can accomplish, but i have a fear of rejection and i chicken out. i think that’s what my dream is about. fear of falling – fear of failing.

  1. I feel like this could be a good short story too. The nightmares start when she starts dating him. They get worse and worse, and then she realizes…he’s responsible for a series of mysterious drownings at the beach?

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