Are you sure you’re awake now?
It’s raining.
A colourful
curse escapes my lips. I pull the pillow over my head in a desperate attempt to
block the annoying sound of the rain colliding with my bedroom window. I roll
my eyes so hard, I see green glowing figures floating in every direction. I
start counting my heartbeats in another attempt to distract myself from the
pouring rain outside. I stop counting when I get to 179 and not because sleep
finally embraces me, but because of the sudden change in the atmosphere. The
rhythmic sound of the falling raindrops is interrupted by a prolonged metallic
sound which repeats itself every two minutes. I have no idea where it’s coming
from.
My anger is only growing as I
throw my pillow on the other side of the bed and I lazily stand up in a sitting
position to inspect the room. But I don’t see much. In the obscurity of the
night, I can only make out the distorted shape of my bookshelves and desk,
thanks to the dim light coming from the window. I turn to look at the wall in
front of me, where the shadows of the tree branches are moving and stretching
violently, almost forming a face in their frenzied dance.
I sigh deeply, trying to
remove the tension from my body, but I freeze in my spot when I notice that the
air I’m exhaling is instantly turning into a dense fog. I don’t register the
sudden drop in temperature until my whole body starts shaking uncontrollably. I
feel fear consuming me and I wrap myself in my blanket like a protective
cocoon. Then, I try to calm myself by using a breathing technique I learned in one
of my therapy sessions, but to no avail. The metallic sound becomes more
intense with each second that passes. I feel it in my bones as if its source
would be inside of me. I cover my ears with my almost frozen hands, but the
noise doesn’t stop. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Tears flow down my cheeks
like hot rivers. Exhausted, all I can do is whisper a silent prayer:
“Stop! Please,
stop!”
I don’t even hear my own
voice. The metallic vibrations annihilate it like it’s nothing and for a split
second I feel ready to give up and let them consume me. But I don’t do it. I
remember what my mother used to say whenever I was at an impasse, that as long
as I keep going, I’ll be just fine. With a new found strength I start
screaming. My lungs ache and I lose my breath for a moment, but this time my
voice cuts through the metal like fire:
“I said STOP!”
I hesitantly uncover my ears,
preparing for the worst. However, there’s only a grave like silence. The only
thing I hear is my heavy breathing. Even the rain stopped, as if nature sensed
my despair and offered me a moment of peace.
Confused and still terrified,
I decide that for now, I need a glass of cold water and then I will let my
brain digest all of tonight’s bizarre events.
I remove
the blanket and slowly move towards the edge of the bed. My muscles are aching
badly as a result of being tense for so long. Nonetheless, I manage to get out
of bed and stand on my own two feet.
It doesn’t take me much to
realise that I’m covered in sweat and my pajamas are stuck to my body. It’s a
rather unpleasant feeling so I know that before I go to the kitchen, I have to
put on a new set of pajamas.
Cursing again, I walk blindly
through the darkness, trying to reach my closet. I find it and quickly get
dressed and head for the kitchen.
There, I try to be as silent
as possible to not disturb my parents’ sleep. I fill a glass with water, drink
it in a heart beat, but almost drop it when I see a shadow moving at the right
end of the kitchen, where my room is. A chill runs through my spine, but I
dismiss the whole situation, thinking it’s my tired mind playing tricks on me.
I tip toe
back to my room. As soon as I open the door, a putrid smell hits me so hard, I
immediately start coughing. It smells like I imagine a swamp would smell like,
mud and stale water. It’s really gross and I feel it crawling in my lungs and
slowly but surely suffocating me.
I somehow manage to catch my
breath and I start breathing through my mouth, while I use my left hand to
cover my nose. I go straight for the window and I try to open it with my free
hand but it just won’t budge. Fear is making my blood run cold and I’m reminded
of all the strange stuff that has happened this night and it’s still happening:
the sinister sound, the coldness, the shadow, the smell; and now as I stifle a
sob, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window.
To my utter disbelief, I also
see another figure next to mine. At first, I’m tempted to think someone is in
the room with me. But this unknown face looking straight in my eyes is not a
reflection. It seems as though it is inside the glass. Or he is. Because he
looks like a man.
I’m completely petrified,
unable to move, or do anything else other than stare into his face, which looks
like it came out of a horror movie. It is full of black scars intertwined in
what seem like intricate symbols of some sort. There’s a huge grin plastered on
his scarred face that holds the promise of malicious intents. But the most
otherworldly, yet fascinating aspect about him is his slightly curled silver
hair. It looks as if he bathed in silver dust and I might not be far from the
truth, at least when I say he looks like he just took a bath. His hair is damp
and a few drops of water hang in loosely in his silver locks.
I feel myself going numb the
more I look at him. Still, I cannot take my eyes off him. He finally stops
smiling and I see his lips slightly moving as though he is getting ready to
speak. Obviously, I don’t expect to actually hear his voice, but what comes
after he opens his mouth is infinitely worse than his voice might have been.
The metallic noise, hundreds
of times more intense than before, encompasses the whole room and it pierces
straight through my skull. My knees go weak and as I collapse on the floor, I
feel my own being disintegrating. I scream until I taste blood in my mouth. The
last thing I hear before everything goes black is: “I’ll see you sooner
than you think”
It makes no sense that when I
open my eyes again I’m still very much alive. I’m in my classroom and my
economics teacher is giving me an angry look and her left eye is twitching a
bit. While some of my classmates start laughing loudly, including my good
friend next to me, I can’t get it through my head that it was all a nightmare.
One, it felt too real. Two, I have never fallen asleep at school, no matter how
tired I was.
I ignore both my classmates
and the teacher and leave the classroom in a hurry to go to the bathroom. I
really need to be alone right now to make sense of what happened and why I am
so affected by this bad dream.
Luckily for me, the bathroom
is empty. I turn on the faucet and then splash some cold water on my face. I
keep my eyes closed a few more seconds, relishing in the feeling of water on my
skin and I start to feel better. But it doesn’t last long.
Seems like my nightmare never
ended, because as I open my eyes and look at the mirror above the sink, I
notice the question written on it in perfect calligraphy. As soon as I finish
reading, I feel a tap on my shoulder and dread fills my entire being.
“Was it soon
enough?”