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MAY 12, 2010 1:11PM

They Come at Night

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I awoke with a start. Something in the air just didn’t feel…right. Looking around the bedroom, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I got out of bed and slowly made my way out of the room into the hallway. I flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. I tried again. No light. I crept down the hall, looking into each room as I passed it, trying the lights to see if they worked. Nothing. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up, as if trying to warn me of some unknown malevolence. Nobody else in the house was up. Was anyone else even home? I suddenly felt very alone in the oppressing darkness.

Then I heard it. It was a familiar but almost unwelcome sound to me. The music was faint and had an eerie quality to it. I’d heard this song before, but where? I went to the front door and opened it. It didn’t even occur to me at the time that it was unlocked. Opening the door, I felt like I was stepping out into some other dimension. All around was fog. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear it, louder and louder as it got closer to the house. My heart started to race. I knew what that sound was now. They were coming. The music was their announcement to all that they were out, searching for any unfortunate soul that happened to be outside. The music sent chills through my body. It was one of those old children’s songs that you hear in the horror movies. Or that kids sing when jumping rope. I couldn’t make out the words, but I didn’t need to. It was the melody that had me terrified.

The music got louder and I could almost feel the change in the air as they reached the end of the block near my house. Would they know the door was open? Would they try and come for me? I quickly and quietly shut the door, praying that they wouldn’t notice and would keep going down the block. I’ve never seen their faces but I didn’t need to. I knew they were made of pure evil. They hunted for people at night, taking them away and doing God knows what with them. If they saw you, there was no hope. I’d always feared them. The music got louder and louder, as if they were approaching the house. I tried locking the door, but it wouldn’t lock. I locked it again, but the door kept opening. I latched the chain and turned to run. They were at the door, trying to get in. I tried to run, but it felt like I was in quicksand. I was moving as fast as I could, but getting nowhere. I screamed for help but no sound came out of me. I screamed again. Nothing. I tried to run faster, this time making some progress down the pitch black hallway. Fog was starting to fill the hall. That meant they had made it into the house. They were coming for me. I could feel them, their evilness filling the house, wiping out all hope of escape. I ran faster. I screamed louder. They were right behind me. The music was deafening now. I was almost to the end of the hall, but it didn’t matter. I tripped and fell. I could sense them standing over me, waiting for me to turn around. Shaking, I turned my head, unprepared to see the faces of evil looking down at me, laughing, sneering. One of them reached for me…

I awoke with a start.

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Augh! Don't do that to me again! ::running off to check door locks:: (good writing by the way!)
Oh the vile and horrible plot device of the "and then I woke up." If there is any other more hated and destested trickery in the writing world I know of it not!

Shame on you for using that!

It should have ended.....And I turned to see it was...My Kids! or something to that effect!
mypsyche - are you POSITIVE they are locked? :)

andy - i know, totally cliche. but this is an actual nightmare i've had for decades, so i thought i'd write about it. i like your ending though. i could also use "my ex in-laws"...that would be pretty funny:)
Tell us more..... were they singing some really awful song and that was what scared you most?

Buffy
Well, if it's real I give you a pass then.

I could give a detailed analysis of the dream elements but I don't know if you have freudian dreams or jungian dreams.
Well written story here.
You scared the crap out of me. There was a dream I had repeatedly, in which I was being chased by a witch on a broomstick. She was flying over and around me, looking back with an evil grin. In my dream I could feel her evil. She was torturing me.

I talked to a psychology professor about it, and he asked me if there was anyone in my life who made my life difficult....why yes, my then mother-in-law [She was/is an evil woman]. He told me to confront her, and tell her how I felt. I did. I never had the dream again. That was over 30 years ago. Oh, the best part is that I gave her back [divorced] her warlock son.

Your recollection is compelling.
R
buffy - the song itself was just creepy and i couldn't name it if i tried. but there's an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that very much reminds me of this dream, music and all.

andy - i prefer jung, but freud has his uses. i guess if i had a cigar in the dream we could call it freudian.

madirish - thanks!
joy - i'll take scaring the crap out of you as a compliment:) i was going for some sort of creepy/scary feel to this.

this is one of a few recurring dreams i've had. the other was actually worse. i'd wake up in bed, go to some other part of the house, not be able to turn on a light and know that because i couldn't turn on the light that a) i was in a nightmare and b) a monster was about to come for me. i'd tell myself it was a dream and wake up. only to find that i was still in the dream and the monster was in bed next to me. then i really would wake up. stopped having it once i came out and divorced my husband. the mind is an amazing thing...
Doggone it, I was out of breath by the time you woke up...I'll bet you were too. Terrific job of writing the dream, lemon.
Lezlie
You're not neighbors with Stephen King, are you?

Most of my "scary" dreams are pretty laughable.
This gave me a chill! xox
scylla - thanks!

l - yeah, i usually wake up all flustered from this dream and have trouble getting back to sleep.

cranky - not that i know of, but there are some strange things going on in the house behind us...

robin - chills are good sometimes:) thanks for coming by!
What a relief- that you woke up. Excellent, and scary. Glad you didn't get offended by Mr. Heizeler. Ha.
Chills is right and so well written I was on the same ride of fear with you..rated wth hugs
There is so much anxiety here, so much fear. It is the gentleness in you, afraid of the violence not in the world, but in the echoing power you have deep within your heart to do such violence back, if the need should ever arise.
You've captured your feelings of terror and the dream itself very well, lemonpulp. Dreams can be very revealing. Generally, though possibly not always, recurring dreams are something either being worked out in the subconscious mind, or being brought to the dreamers attention in the conscious mind. (I should say, I think. I'm not an expert.)

I've viewed my dreams as an important aspect of my mind for so long that dreams I may have that others might consider to be nightmares if they had them I usually look at as being useful and even sometimes ineresting.

I've had three types of recurring dreams that I know of. One I love, the recurring flying dream where I am flying without any mechanical aid whatsoever. I feel completely free and often times elated that I can do it, within the dream. I almost always regret their ending. The two others relate to things that are not nearly so enjoyable, but one of them went through a series of progressions until I finally dreamed the climax to the series which indicated its achievement of purpose in my subconscious, and I never had it again. The third I still have on occaision, though not nearly so often as I used to.

A very interesting post and well presented. Thanks for sharing it. And that may itself prove to be beneficial to you.
doug - were you by chance an analyst in a former life? :) I like your interpretation of the dream, which definitely holds some truths. i haven't had this particular dream in a good 15 years, but i had it often growing up. i still have dreams of unlocked doors and some evil lurking behind them. i've read enough jung to know that the evil is probably some aspect of myself i'm refusing to acknowledge or some presence in my life that i need to confront. thanks for stopping by!
henry - thanks! i would be a psychoanalysts dream patient (no pun intended). one of my recurring nightmares stopped as soon as i came out and divorced my husband. the one i wrote about doesn't occur as often or in the same way, but still shows up now and then. and i absolutely LOVE my flying dreams. i feel so free in them. i've had them since i was a kid and i'm always bummed when they end.
fernsy - i don't offend easily:) and being a smartass myself, i recognize a kindred spirit. thanks for stopping by!
linda - glad i could give you some chills. hope you enjoyed the ride:)
You scared the bejezuz out of me! I actually left and checked my doors and closed the windows upstairs. Dang, you're good! R