(This was a dream I had last night that I wrote out into a story and there have been a few people that have urged me to list it into this category, so here you go friends...you have it.)
When I was sixteen I went through a bad depression, I had long frizzed out hair that went all the way down my back, with glasses (that always seemed to be croooked) and braces. I hated myself but wouldn't harm a fly. My looks have changed drastically; I've actually been labeled "cute." My hair is short (to my ears)no more braces or crooked glasses. I laugh more now than I ever have in my life. I'm happy with myself and the world around me. It took me four years to accomplish that.
Now the nightmare:
It was I would say about midnight, as it is usually when these types of things happen, I was taking the trash out to the deck where the trash cans are. It's as black as death out there, no lights except for my bedroom window that gave off a single slash of light on the far end of the deck. There was no moon, no stars, no other possible means of light to surround me other than this small golden beam spilling out of the door that I just came out of. I opened the trash can lid when something caught my eye. In the single slit of light from my bedroom window that shone onto the deck, there stood a person; watching me. The light shone from it's forehead to it's cheekbone, revealing a gleaming green eye. Immediatley, I was terrified. I pretended that I didn't see, so I stuffed the trash in the can and slammed the lid. I looked up into the darkness once again. The eye stood unmoving, watching me. Peering at me with disgust and hatred. The slit that I presumed was a mouth was grinning, reflecting a metal color in the darkness. Then suddenly, with the speed of a vampire, the being zips past me and all I could see was a blur of long blonde hair running back and forth infront of me just inches away from touching. I jumped back with my back pressed against the sliding glass door, letting the light engulf me. The creature would not come completely into the light, and stood just inches away from me, grinning, motioning with it's hand for me to come to it...into the darkness. I flung open the door and closed it with a WHAM behind me, locking it. I run to the end of the hall where the light switch is. The being stood unmoving. A trembling finger raised itself to the lightswitch and slowly turned the light off....
Thump! Thump! WHAM!
The creature, like a lightning streak in the darkness had taken two steps and flung it's body against the glass with all it's might. Breathing heavily and laughing, it said..."Let me in." I flipped on the lightswitch. The creature screamed like bacon in a frying pan...and dare I say, sizzled? Once more in the darkness, the creature haunched it's shoulders and lowered it's head. I could no longer see the face but it's body language oozed complete hatred. There was something out there that wasn't just looking at me, it was peering deep into my soul, bringing out every fear, every thought, every insecurity. The creature knew me all too well.
I ran to the living room where my father sat on the couch watching TV, if anybody would believe me, he would.
"Daddy! There's something outside on the deck trying to get me!"
"Well, just kick it off the deck and be done with it." He said, not glimpsing up from his Jackie Chan movie.
"Umm. It's not that simple."
He looked up at me wearily, expecting the problem to be a raccoon or a possum, but when he looked up to find that I was trembling uncontrolably, he realized how genuinely afraid I was.
"Let's go take a look." He said, removing his rifle from the guncase. His stout legs gave easy strides down the hallway, leaving him at the door having only taken four steps. I was feeling more protected. My daddy was a big man with a big gun. He opened the door cautiously, letting his weight fall into each step that he took, making his footsteps sound like thunder. "If there's anybody out here, show yourself." He commanded, "I've got a gun and I know how to use it." He didn't care to mention his fists, but I knew he knew how to use them too. He stepped out onto the deck. "Stay in the light." I whispered. He raised an eyebrow at me and walked out into the darkness.
Silence.
Thump. Thump. A flash of long blonde hair blurred past the door.
"Daddy!" I screamed.
Thump. Thump. I peered into the darkness but saw nothing.
Thump. Thump. I cowered away from the door.
Thump. Thump. The door flew opend and I screamed. Daddy stepped inside. "What's wrong with you?" He asked with brows raised, "I'm out there in the dark, and you're standing in here just screaming." "But there was..." I stammered.
"There's nothing out there. I think you should go to bed." By the look on his face there was no arguing. "Okay," I said, "But just leave the light on, ok?"
"Ok." He said with a sigh, putting his gun back in the case. "I'll be up for a little while to finish my movie. If there's something still out there, I'll listen for it."
That was little consolation, but it was the best I could get and the best he was going to offer. I settled down for the night. The sound of the TV and Jackie Chan's fighting grunts soothed me in a way that surprised me. I could take Jackie Chan better than complete silence. Somewhere during the process of me concentrating on listeneing to daddy's movie, I must have fallen asleep. I opened my eyes and found myself in complete darkness. He must have seen that I was asleep and turned the light off.
"Daddy, I told you to keep the light on." I whispered to myself. There was no sound but the rapid of my panicked heartbeat. There, in the doorway stood a familiar figure, not my father, but a familiar figure. It made no steps towards me, but glided ever so slowly in my direction. Shoulders haunched, head down. Somehow, I don't know why, but the moon decided to come out from a despairing black cloud and flood my room with an almost invisble, transparent light that bounced off the walls, covering myself and the creature. The creature did not cringe or scream because of this light, perhaps because it was a light from the same darkness as it was. Now that the whole room was entirely visible, I looked up into the creatures face.
It was the sixteen year old me. Long, blonde, frizzed out hair with glasses and braces. The same troubled, pessimistic face with a thin line pursed downward in a frown. It hovered over me with green eyes blazing an absolute and utter evil with an ironic, forced smile parting it's lips. And for the first time, in an evil, depressing voice, it hovered over me and spoke:
"For years you have hated me...now it's my turn to hate you!"
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