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Author: Draka Dark
Fiction Rated: K - English - General/Horror - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-01-02 - Updated: 05-01-02 - Complete - id:752927
Authors notes

I noticed that this story was, well just pain bad. I had a lot of misspelled words and I tried doing it in HTML and it just came out all bad. So here’s the corrected one. Thank you

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Nightmare

"Why is everything so dark. Were am I?" Everything in the surrounding was pure darkness. An evil laugh is heard. The girl turns toward the sound. She sees nothing. "Who are you? Leave me alone. Just go away." It keeps on laughing. She starts getting enraged. Her face turns red from the anger that is building, inside of her. She finally shouts out, "Stop laughing." The voice dies out and everything goes quite. A figure emerges from the shadow right behind her. She stands completely still, trying not to move. The figure then brings up its hands and places them on her shoulder. She shivers from the cold. Her vision starts to fade. She turns around toward the shadow. The figure's hand, extend toward her face but they turn to nothing, swallowing her. She tries to scream, but her voice seemed to be lost. Everything withers away, as she falls unconscious. (Black out).

You can hear the sound of drops of water. She lies on the floor painted in blood. She wakes up. Startled notable to understand what happened. She looks down at herself and sees herself covered in blood just like the floor. She doesn't even whimper at the sight. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I covered with blood?" A gust of wind suddenly blows. Now she is standing in a path surrounded by shadowed trees. Not able to take all the darkness she starts to run. She is no more covered in blood. Know tears come down her cheeks. Covering her face. The tears seem to just to flow out of her with no stop.

The figure appears once again. This time it isn't laughing. She speaks in a low whisper. "Why?Why are you doing this? Why? Can't you just leave me alone?" The gust of wind starts up again, revealing a full moon over head. The figure walks toward her becoming a blanket of darkness, surrounding her, covering her in its evil. She can no longer breath. The air has been cut off. She feels the pressure of someone's lips at the curve of the neck.

The figure holds her to itself. Its lips brushing slightly against her neck. Opening its mouth as to take a bit, two canine teeth are seen. Piercing the flesh, it slowly drinks in her blood, feeding on her life.

She struggles to get out of its gasp. Now screaming in pain, her life flashes before her. She is finally dropped to the ground. She stares up at the figure. Black eyes stare down at her. It slowly raises its hand as it holds a dagger. With a downward thrust it plunges a dagger in to her abdomen.

A girl jumps up from her bed screaming. The bedroom door is flung open. An older looking girl walks in. "Rebecca, Rebecca are you alright." The frighten Rebecca is taking in big gasps of air. "It was a dream, just a dream. Ellen it seemed so real." Slowly cradles her younger sister. "Shhh, everything is all right now. Nothing is going to hurt you." "But it seemed so real." Ellen pulls back. "Everything will be fine, you will see. Now go to sleep." A Ellen starts walking away from the bed, she is stopped by a hand holding onto her sleeve. "Please can you stay the rest of the night with me." Rebecca stares at Ellen with watery eyes. "All right." She climbs in and wraps her arm around Rebecca. They both fall a sleep.

A figure silently sits on branch outside Rebecca's window. "Foe now it will only be a dream, but do not worry , one of these days it will become reality and your sister will not be there to protect you. So for now, sleep, for I have warned you of your fate." The figure jumps off the branch and starts off, only stopping at the base of a lamp post. The light revealing a young man no older then Eighteen. His black eyes staring at her window. He whispers a small prayer as he disappears. "I only hope that you live through it all."

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Authors note

I hope you all enjoyed my lovely story. Coming soon The story “Amuletâ€



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