Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27110111-20151023134429

I'm not sure when it all started exactly. When I was young, I would often have nightmares that were unexplained and unnessesary. I would run to my mothers room to sleep with her at night. I can remember one of those dreams today but most of them are lost in my memory. I can remember a man. He wore a dark cloak and held a scythe. It was pretty stereo typical for a grimm reaper on cartoon shows I would watch so my mother thought nothing of it when I would tell her about it. She'd kiss my forehead and tell me to go back to sleep, that it was alright.

But now I'm older and that's all in the past. I wouldn't have many nightmares, in fact, I hadn't had any in years. Until one night, I had the most detailed, horrific dream I had ever had. It was kind of strange really. The scenes kept changing but not until someone died. It... it was always someone close to me that I loved. The first couple scenes didnt seem too bad if you'd consider deaths a good thing.

The first scene took place in a library. I was sitting at a computer desk with my girlfriend, laughing softly at a few memes and such. But were wer startled by a loud noise. We got up and ran toward the sound, discovering that a bookshelf had fallen. It wouldn't have been so terrrible had it not been for the now dead body laying under the shelf.

Then the scene shifted before I could see who it was.

It was dark outside. A few lamp posts linned the empty streets of a small little town, illuminating the black cement. My girlfriend was gone but a few others stoof with me. One was my old english teacher from highschool. She was a very kind lady, helping me when I didn't understand my work. The other was a little boy I had never seen before. He had pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. His lips were pulled up in a smile and he looked as happy as could be. He wore little green overalls and a white, red, and green stripped shirt beneath it.

I talked to the boy for a few inutes, hoping to make a new friend. He was quite a cute little boy and we soon bonded. I was distracted when a car turned down the street. This wasnt very unusual. But I could feel something wrong in the atmosphere. As the car drove down the road, two cars pulled out of a few alley ways and drove down the road, only to crash into the first car, crushing it between them.

An ambulance arrived shortly.

They managed to pul the broken, mauled body out of the car. Blood was smeared everywhere and the man was clearly dead. Though before they took him away, I got a glimpse of his face. It was my father who had died of cancer when I was very small.

The scene changed again.

This scene was the strangest. It was a city, stacked up thousands of feet. The sky was black and the buildings grey. Many bridges the buildings so people could walk freeely from place to place. I looked around and saw only two people. The boy from before and his mother. The were on a bridge just below me so I could see them clear.y That's when the dog came.

It was a rather large dog. A mutt. It wasn't one specific breed though a few different types of breeds were shown in its features. I was huge, like a great dane and black as the night. Its chin and belly were dark grey. It's muzzle was long and pointed, like that of a vicious german shepard. It's tail was long and swung back and forth as if it wanted to play.Though that was far from it's intentions.

The boy giggled and walked toward the dog, his arms open as he shouted "Puppy! Puppy!" Themother didn't seem to mind, thinking the dog was nice enough. But that was her biggest mistake. The dog began to growl and snarled, saliva dripping from it's maw. The mother went to grab the child but the dog raced forward before she could pull the child back. The boy screamed as he was tackled to the cold ground. The dog  torn into the boys face viciously, ripping the flesh from the bone until he torn the boys jaw out and dropped it beside the now dead body.

I was horrified. The dog had no intentions of eating his prey. He craved only the death and distruction that came with his hunt. The black dog turned to walk away, leaving the crying anf horrified mother to morn over her son. It walked over to another bridge, it next prey being another dog. It pounced just as he had done with the boy. Growling and snarling pilled the air as the two dogs ripped each other apart. But the black dog stumbled back, tripping and falling over the edge of the bridge. I watched as he fell thousands of feet to meet his painful death.

I couldn't endure this any longer. I wanted to wake up. But no, my luck had run out. The scene changed again. This time there was a girl I knew from middle school. She was sweet and kind to everyone and loved to skateboard. She rolled down the sidewalk as a pair of gowing eyes could be seen from the side of-

I woke up to the sound a little girl laughing and the soft growling of a dog.

I live alone.

 