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Nightmares never Die...
Nightmares never Die
Bertha frantically flailed away at the ghastly abomination
before her as he slowly, methodically, inched closer.
At about eight feet, 400 plus pounds, hairy, with
soulless eyes...it was truly a horror to behold.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!! Child..." It hissed
every so often, " You can NEVER escape ME!!"
She screamed, as always at mere sound of his
morbid taunting and prayed for The Lord to aid
her once more, as she collapsed from the
staggering exhaustion she endured after
running with all her might for miles.
This was normally how 'the chase' would close,
but this? This wasn't ending, and somehow
Bertha felt that very fact as a shadow loomed ever
nearer, and her resolve to endure on was fading as
quickly as her faith in an end to the terror there before her.
As it launched itself upon her in one final leap,
struck a thunderous blow across her weakened body,
then followed with a taloned strike to her head, like
daggers, his fingers shearing the tender meat of flesh,
the warmth of her blood trickled then flowed in a
steadying pool down the side of her head onto the ground.
She could hear herself scream in silent terrifying cries that
somehow she understood no other would answer and
consumed her waning moments with things she thought
she had wished she had said to all her loved ones.
Though, that too would be a less than peaceful last
thought as another blow smashed into her nearly
lifeless body. Feeling herself suddenly, and violently
tossed skyward... sound briefly pierced the air, and
just as quickly as her body went up, she began to
plummeting head first towards the ground.
Her screams, shattering the quiet of her home as
she falls off of her bed. Eyes widen with the
immediate realization of YET another relieved sigh,
it was actually just another very bad dream. Still,
she can't shake the thoughts, and the image, of
that grotesque figure, and the words that continue
to haunt her every moment of sleep, taunting
mockingly...
" Aaahhh ha ha! Foolish Child...You can't kill a NightMare!!"
Bertha frantically flailed away at the ghastly abomination
before her as he slowly, methodically, inched closer.
At about eight feet, 400 plus pounds, hairy, with
soulless eyes...it was truly a horror to behold.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!! Child..." It hissed
every so often, " You can NEVER escape ME!!"
She screamed, as always at mere sound of his
morbid taunting and prayed for The Lord to aid
her once more, as she collapsed from the
staggering exhaustion she endured after
running with all her might for miles.
This was normally how 'the chase' would close,
but this? This wasn't ending, and somehow
Bertha felt that very fact as a shadow loomed ever
nearer, and her resolve to endure on was fading as
quickly as her faith in an end to the terror there before her.
As it launched itself upon her in one final leap,
struck a thunderous blow across her weakened body,
then followed with a taloned strike to her head, like
daggers, his fingers shearing the tender meat of flesh,
the warmth of her blood trickled then flowed in a
steadying pool down the side of her head onto the ground.
She could hear herself scream in silent terrifying cries that
somehow she understood no other would answer and
consumed her waning moments with things she thought
she had wished she had said to all her loved ones.
Though, that too would be a less than peaceful last
thought as another blow smashed into her nearly
lifeless body. Feeling herself suddenly, and violently
tossed skyward... sound briefly pierced the air, and
just as quickly as her body went up, she began to
plummeting head first towards the ground.
Her screams, shattering the quiet of her home as
she falls off of her bed. Eyes widen with the
immediate realization of YET another relieved sigh,
it was actually just another very bad dream. Still,
she can't shake the thoughts, and the image, of
that grotesque figure, and the words that continue
to haunt her every moment of sleep, taunting
mockingly...
" Aaahhh ha ha! Foolish Child...You can't kill a NightMare!!"
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