Το πλάσμα (The creature)
It came to me first when I was a child. I was dreaming something strange. It was night, I was in an unfamiliar place. It appeared to be someone's house, but my eyes were so fixated on the being in front of me that I couldn't tell you much more than that. Other than maybe that the surroundings appeared somewhat decrepid. I was at a door, the kind that has the window in the upper half. Through the slightly scratched and dusty glass, I could see what looked like the skull of a bull draped in torn and aged white cloth. There was jet black, greasy hair that was a few feet in length coming off of its head. Lastly, it had the cliche red glowing eyes. The strangeness only gets worse. It was staring at me through the window. It began to slowly move towards to the window. There was no real walk. It didn't appear to have any feet that I could see. It looked more like it hovered. The closer it came, the more anxious I became. I began to shout at it, telling it to go away. It stopped just outside the window and I could only stare into its eyes. I was frozen. I could feel nothing but absolute, primal fear. Then I woke up.
The second time I saw it in my dreams, I was at my grandparents' house. I was sitting alone in the front yard when I saw the creature gliding very quickly down the road past me towards my house. It didn't seem to notice me, nor did it look at me. However, I have a feeling that was the point. I feel that it wanted me to see it going towards my house, as if it was making an effort to unsettle me. If that is what it wanted to do, it worked. But that is all I saw of it that time.
The third and final time I saw this – "thing" – was once again in a dream. I was in my grandparents' bedroom. From the somewhat fading light coming through the closed curtains, it appeared to be dusk. I was standing next to the bed when I saw it move into view in front of the door. It was staring into the bedroom opposite of the one I was in. I screamed at it and told it to leave me alone. It turned around and stared into my soul. Then it reached out with a decayed, thinning arm. As soon as it did, I became paralyzed. I fell to the floor and was helpless as I watched it approach me. I tried to move but could only get out a few little wiggles. I tried to scream for help but I couldn't. It continued towards me until it came within a few feet of me. Always silent. It brought the long, horrid hand towards my throat, and then I woke up.
This is the last I have seen of it, but I fear the day it returns.
Submitted July 15, 2018 at 09:45AM by NotSoSaltyMookil