Something Wicked
02-04-2010, 09:26 PM
All right...here is something I wrote from the 5th chapter of some work I've got going on...tell me what you think about it. This particular part is a bit horror I guess, just one thing, it's a dream that's supposed in some way to come true...if anyone has seen the finale from the first season of "Supernatural"...This is not inspired by that...I write my stuff as I go so...here it is:
This is the first dream:
At ten thirty, before I knew, I was in bed and falling asleep. It was dark. I scratched my eyes, trying to see what was in front of me âOh, crap â I thought to myself âHere we go, goddamn it!- I couldnât really see anything, I just knew it was one of those dreams, it sure as hell felt like it. At least Iâd be able to tell the difference, as Ashley had said. I didnât know whether or not to be happy about that. It would have meant that it was true, all of it. I was definitely outside somewhere, the air was running through my hair and I could feel it on my skin, it was a bit chilly but I didnât mind. Minutes went by and I started to make out some shapes. It was night and though I could see some houses, most of the lights were either out, or flickering. I could clearly see the warm air coming out of my mouth as if it were smoke. It seemed it got colder and colder with every breath I took. I started looking for clues as to where I was, a street name, anything. It was hard enough to move around, not being able to see anything, let alone find some writings and manage to actually read them. Suddenly I noticed that the ground was wet and just as I did, some of the lights came back on. Now I could see some more details, but still not much, their liht was very fable: tree branches on the ground, leaves everywhere and I also came to realize that some of the houses were damaged. Some had their windows smashed, others had their letter box either on the ground or destroyed. I started walking down the road and now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark I was able to see better. I lifted my head up, looked at the sky, and realized there was no moon and not a hint of light to be seen. It must have been cloudy, very cloudy. That, along with the smell of rain, got me thinking that a storm must have hit wherever I was. I kept on walking, wondering if there might have been more to it. Every single house had been hit, either badly or slightly. However, as I came to number 36 of what I could now read to be âWood streetâ, where there should have been a house, there was only a pile of debris, not even a brick was still standing. The remains looked as if there had been a fire, that had clearly not been put out in time, not even by the rain. As I processed all of this information I made my way along the small lane that led to the fallen building. Then I heard something move behind me, I turned around and at the end of the path stood a woman, dressed in a night gown. Her hair was messed up, wet. Her skin was covered in dirt. Her expression was terrified, as if she had just witnessed the whole thing happening and couldnât do anything about it. I didnât know what to do, shivers were running through my spine, I mean, this was freaking weird, there was no one around except her. Apparently she didnât care much about me, she just looked right through me as if I wasnât there. Was I? I got to think about it, so I gave it a shot â Excuse me, could you tell me what happened here? â her face was still fixed on the house, no change in her expression, nothing. She couldnât hear me, nor see me I figured. Her face showed clear signs that she had been crying, a lot. Suddenly she took a few steps forward, fell on her knees and bent down her head, till it touched the ground. Then she started sobbing, tears started flowing from her eyes, until she mumbled something. It was very unclear, her voice was shaky, interrupted now and then by the sighs of her crying. I could hear though, she was just repeating the same words all other again, cause her voice grew louder â This isnât happening, this isnât happeningâ¦- followed by some whispers I couldnât understand, but after that she would always end with the phrase -â¦Iâm gonna kill myself â Thatâs when I woke up, got to an up-right position on my bed, my heart pounding, my breathing deep. It was morning.
And here is the second one:
With each second I could feel reality slip away and the more I fell asleep, the colder I felt, just like the night before. It must have been 50 degrees. This time the first thing I saw was a book, laid on a table. The light was very dim because, as far as I could tell, the only light in that room was coming from candles. Keeping in mind the previous dream I figured it might have had something to do with the storm that had hit the place. After a while I could finally see where I was, I stood in a living room. The table was at the center of the room and near the book were two candles. Before approaching to the table my curiosity pushed me to check out the window to see if that was the place I had seen the night before. Suddenly a bright lightning showed the whole room for a second. In front of the table stood a sofa on one side and a fireplace on the other one. Though I should have seen it coming I jumped up at the sudden thunder that followed. Lightning and thunder started to follow one after the other as I made my way to the major window in the room, always with the intention of figuring out where I was. I took a brief look and I noticed that this was not the house that had burned down, but the one right in front of it. I looked back at the book and realized that something was shading its light through the window, and it was no lightning. The sky was cloudy but through a hole between the clouds, I could see a full moon shining. I looked at it enough to see it disappear again through more coming clouds. However, in the last instant of light, I saw that woman again, right on the porch of her house, standing there, in her white gown. That creeped me out to say the least, she was looking right over where I was standing but, since the last time I was practically a ghost to her, I figured it was only a coincidence. It looked like as if she was waiting for someone cause she started looking around as if she expected a person to suddenly pop out of nowhere. She didnât seem to mind the cold, she just leaned on the porch, smoking a cigarette. She looked different, much more beautiful than the first time I had seen her but of course, she wasnât covered in mud and tears now. Thatâs when the lights on the streets went off, all at once. Only some began flickering. I felt shivers running through my body. I turned back around, now everything had fallen back into darkness but I managed to get a candle from the top of the fireplace to light my way to the table. I sat on the sofa and grabbed the book. There were some lines underlined âBy the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comesâ. The bolts of lightning were getting more and more frequent, the storm was approaching fast, headed this way. I put down the book that I had recognized to be âMcbethâ and I grabbed one of the candles to look around the house some more. I went up the stairs really slowly because I couldnât see anything, the light from the candle was too fable to allow me to go any faster. Every now and then the house was filled with the brief bright light coming through the windows. After I got upstairs I saw a window on which rain drops were starting to fall â Great â I thought to myself â and I have no clue as to when Iâm gonna wake up â it was a bit frustrating actually, not to mention the fact that dream or no dream, I was spooked by the whole thing. The tour around the house didnât reveal anything special, however, from one window the house in front of the street could be seen perfectly. She wasnât there anymore, the lit cigarette on the porch was immediately put out by the rain. Just as I was about to turn away I saw something move outside on the grass, but a minute later it was gone. I could have sworn I had seen something, or someone, maybe that same woman. I immediately went downstairs and got out of the house, not caring for the heavy rain that was now falling. By this point, however, wind was also blowing at great speed, making the front doors slam. I was too curious to see who or what had caused that movement, I looked around me, got off the lane and in the street. There, a shadow, some figure of a person running. I began to follow it but I could hardly keep up, I ran faster and faster trying to reach whoever it was I was following, I was sure now it was a person. Suddenly she stopped, it was her, the woman I had been seeing around. Her long curly hair had been straightened by the rain, she stood close to a car. The driverâs door was open but no one was inside. When I got there I took some time to breath, I hadnât run like that in a while. Then I realized that there had been an accident but the car was not empty. I had only assumed it was cause I hadnât been able to see anyone, however, as I approached the car door I eventually managed to see the body of a man with its head bent over the wheel. Blood was dripping everywhere, on the wheel, on the seats. It was coming out of the manâs head, which had clearly crashed into the windshield, also covered in blood. A pick-up truck had hit the ford mustang probably after somehow slipping because of the rain. The radio was on and playing the end of a song I knew âBad moon risingâ. Remembering what Ashley had said about the songs I listened to it, unfortunately knowing where it was going â Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quiet prepared to die. Looks like weâre in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Donât go around tonight, well Itâs bound to take your life, thereâs a bad moon on the rise â I was still leaning on the car door listening to the song when the woman got into the front seat next to that of the corpse and started crying, grabbing a hold of a ring on her finger. The corpse was that of her husband. In his hands there was a mobile phone, he was must have been calling her when the truck hit him, he had probably told his wife where he was when she heard the whole thing happening. The pick-up truck was still there, so I decided to give it a shot and see if anybody was there. Of course the woman wouldnât have checked, her husband had just died. There he was, the driverâs corpse had fallen onto the seat next to him. I took a look around, there must have been at least three empty bottles of booze on the floor so there you have it: cause of the accident, irresponsible drinking. Thank god she hadnât seen that or she would have lost it. Finding out that an old drunk had killed her husband instead of the storm, wouldnât have helped her. Suddenly it hit me, the car plate, if I took a look at it I might have found out where all of it had taken place. I went back to the car, both plates had âPennsylvaniaâ written on them â Finally, some leads â I thought. After that, I got out of the way and starting walking back to the house, waiting for this nightmare to be over, hadnât that been enough for one night? The rain didnât bother me, the cold either. The wind was now making loads of leaves fall all over the ground. I was just thinking about everything I had seen. How was I supposed to ever fix this, I didnât know when or where, I only knew how. Oh right, Pennsylvania, not so helpful after all, a needle in a haystack. I had also no clue as to what had started the fire. Later on the woman would have gone back to her house, only to find it completely burned down to the ground, it just didnât seem fair. Thatâs where the previous dream comes in. All of a sudden, each and every one of her words made sense â This isnât happening, This isnât happeningâ¦Iâm gonna kill myself -. The poor woman had lost everything, I couldnât blame her for been torn like that. There was only the mumbling in the middle that was still unclear. I came to realize that I had done a whole lot of running to reach her so I just decided to stop. I let the rain fall on my skin, looked at the sky and I finally woke up.
This is the first dream:
At ten thirty, before I knew, I was in bed and falling asleep. It was dark. I scratched my eyes, trying to see what was in front of me âOh, crap â I thought to myself âHere we go, goddamn it!- I couldnât really see anything, I just knew it was one of those dreams, it sure as hell felt like it. At least Iâd be able to tell the difference, as Ashley had said. I didnât know whether or not to be happy about that. It would have meant that it was true, all of it. I was definitely outside somewhere, the air was running through my hair and I could feel it on my skin, it was a bit chilly but I didnât mind. Minutes went by and I started to make out some shapes. It was night and though I could see some houses, most of the lights were either out, or flickering. I could clearly see the warm air coming out of my mouth as if it were smoke. It seemed it got colder and colder with every breath I took. I started looking for clues as to where I was, a street name, anything. It was hard enough to move around, not being able to see anything, let alone find some writings and manage to actually read them. Suddenly I noticed that the ground was wet and just as I did, some of the lights came back on. Now I could see some more details, but still not much, their liht was very fable: tree branches on the ground, leaves everywhere and I also came to realize that some of the houses were damaged. Some had their windows smashed, others had their letter box either on the ground or destroyed. I started walking down the road and now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark I was able to see better. I lifted my head up, looked at the sky, and realized there was no moon and not a hint of light to be seen. It must have been cloudy, very cloudy. That, along with the smell of rain, got me thinking that a storm must have hit wherever I was. I kept on walking, wondering if there might have been more to it. Every single house had been hit, either badly or slightly. However, as I came to number 36 of what I could now read to be âWood streetâ, where there should have been a house, there was only a pile of debris, not even a brick was still standing. The remains looked as if there had been a fire, that had clearly not been put out in time, not even by the rain. As I processed all of this information I made my way along the small lane that led to the fallen building. Then I heard something move behind me, I turned around and at the end of the path stood a woman, dressed in a night gown. Her hair was messed up, wet. Her skin was covered in dirt. Her expression was terrified, as if she had just witnessed the whole thing happening and couldnât do anything about it. I didnât know what to do, shivers were running through my spine, I mean, this was freaking weird, there was no one around except her. Apparently she didnât care much about me, she just looked right through me as if I wasnât there. Was I? I got to think about it, so I gave it a shot â Excuse me, could you tell me what happened here? â her face was still fixed on the house, no change in her expression, nothing. She couldnât hear me, nor see me I figured. Her face showed clear signs that she had been crying, a lot. Suddenly she took a few steps forward, fell on her knees and bent down her head, till it touched the ground. Then she started sobbing, tears started flowing from her eyes, until she mumbled something. It was very unclear, her voice was shaky, interrupted now and then by the sighs of her crying. I could hear though, she was just repeating the same words all other again, cause her voice grew louder â This isnât happening, this isnât happeningâ¦- followed by some whispers I couldnât understand, but after that she would always end with the phrase -â¦Iâm gonna kill myself â Thatâs when I woke up, got to an up-right position on my bed, my heart pounding, my breathing deep. It was morning.
And here is the second one:
With each second I could feel reality slip away and the more I fell asleep, the colder I felt, just like the night before. It must have been 50 degrees. This time the first thing I saw was a book, laid on a table. The light was very dim because, as far as I could tell, the only light in that room was coming from candles. Keeping in mind the previous dream I figured it might have had something to do with the storm that had hit the place. After a while I could finally see where I was, I stood in a living room. The table was at the center of the room and near the book were two candles. Before approaching to the table my curiosity pushed me to check out the window to see if that was the place I had seen the night before. Suddenly a bright lightning showed the whole room for a second. In front of the table stood a sofa on one side and a fireplace on the other one. Though I should have seen it coming I jumped up at the sudden thunder that followed. Lightning and thunder started to follow one after the other as I made my way to the major window in the room, always with the intention of figuring out where I was. I took a brief look and I noticed that this was not the house that had burned down, but the one right in front of it. I looked back at the book and realized that something was shading its light through the window, and it was no lightning. The sky was cloudy but through a hole between the clouds, I could see a full moon shining. I looked at it enough to see it disappear again through more coming clouds. However, in the last instant of light, I saw that woman again, right on the porch of her house, standing there, in her white gown. That creeped me out to say the least, she was looking right over where I was standing but, since the last time I was practically a ghost to her, I figured it was only a coincidence. It looked like as if she was waiting for someone cause she started looking around as if she expected a person to suddenly pop out of nowhere. She didnât seem to mind the cold, she just leaned on the porch, smoking a cigarette. She looked different, much more beautiful than the first time I had seen her but of course, she wasnât covered in mud and tears now. Thatâs when the lights on the streets went off, all at once. Only some began flickering. I felt shivers running through my body. I turned back around, now everything had fallen back into darkness but I managed to get a candle from the top of the fireplace to light my way to the table. I sat on the sofa and grabbed the book. There were some lines underlined âBy the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comesâ. The bolts of lightning were getting more and more frequent, the storm was approaching fast, headed this way. I put down the book that I had recognized to be âMcbethâ and I grabbed one of the candles to look around the house some more. I went up the stairs really slowly because I couldnât see anything, the light from the candle was too fable to allow me to go any faster. Every now and then the house was filled with the brief bright light coming through the windows. After I got upstairs I saw a window on which rain drops were starting to fall â Great â I thought to myself â and I have no clue as to when Iâm gonna wake up â it was a bit frustrating actually, not to mention the fact that dream or no dream, I was spooked by the whole thing. The tour around the house didnât reveal anything special, however, from one window the house in front of the street could be seen perfectly. She wasnât there anymore, the lit cigarette on the porch was immediately put out by the rain. Just as I was about to turn away I saw something move outside on the grass, but a minute later it was gone. I could have sworn I had seen something, or someone, maybe that same woman. I immediately went downstairs and got out of the house, not caring for the heavy rain that was now falling. By this point, however, wind was also blowing at great speed, making the front doors slam. I was too curious to see who or what had caused that movement, I looked around me, got off the lane and in the street. There, a shadow, some figure of a person running. I began to follow it but I could hardly keep up, I ran faster and faster trying to reach whoever it was I was following, I was sure now it was a person. Suddenly she stopped, it was her, the woman I had been seeing around. Her long curly hair had been straightened by the rain, she stood close to a car. The driverâs door was open but no one was inside. When I got there I took some time to breath, I hadnât run like that in a while. Then I realized that there had been an accident but the car was not empty. I had only assumed it was cause I hadnât been able to see anyone, however, as I approached the car door I eventually managed to see the body of a man with its head bent over the wheel. Blood was dripping everywhere, on the wheel, on the seats. It was coming out of the manâs head, which had clearly crashed into the windshield, also covered in blood. A pick-up truck had hit the ford mustang probably after somehow slipping because of the rain. The radio was on and playing the end of a song I knew âBad moon risingâ. Remembering what Ashley had said about the songs I listened to it, unfortunately knowing where it was going â Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quiet prepared to die. Looks like weâre in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Donât go around tonight, well Itâs bound to take your life, thereâs a bad moon on the rise â I was still leaning on the car door listening to the song when the woman got into the front seat next to that of the corpse and started crying, grabbing a hold of a ring on her finger. The corpse was that of her husband. In his hands there was a mobile phone, he was must have been calling her when the truck hit him, he had probably told his wife where he was when she heard the whole thing happening. The pick-up truck was still there, so I decided to give it a shot and see if anybody was there. Of course the woman wouldnât have checked, her husband had just died. There he was, the driverâs corpse had fallen onto the seat next to him. I took a look around, there must have been at least three empty bottles of booze on the floor so there you have it: cause of the accident, irresponsible drinking. Thank god she hadnât seen that or she would have lost it. Finding out that an old drunk had killed her husband instead of the storm, wouldnât have helped her. Suddenly it hit me, the car plate, if I took a look at it I might have found out where all of it had taken place. I went back to the car, both plates had âPennsylvaniaâ written on them â Finally, some leads â I thought. After that, I got out of the way and starting walking back to the house, waiting for this nightmare to be over, hadnât that been enough for one night? The rain didnât bother me, the cold either. The wind was now making loads of leaves fall all over the ground. I was just thinking about everything I had seen. How was I supposed to ever fix this, I didnât know when or where, I only knew how. Oh right, Pennsylvania, not so helpful after all, a needle in a haystack. I had also no clue as to what had started the fire. Later on the woman would have gone back to her house, only to find it completely burned down to the ground, it just didnât seem fair. Thatâs where the previous dream comes in. All of a sudden, each and every one of her words made sense â This isnât happening, This isnât happeningâ¦Iâm gonna kill myself -. The poor woman had lost everything, I couldnât blame her for been torn like that. There was only the mumbling in the middle that was still unclear. I came to realize that I had done a whole lot of running to reach her so I just decided to stop. I let the rain fall on my skin, looked at the sky and I finally woke up.
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