Dreams shortscarystories

I woke up shivering, feeling cold as if in the middle of winter. But it was still July and the last couple of days had been the warmest on record.

I dragged myself out of bed, feeling the sweat pour down my face. My head felt like it was full of sand, heavy and slow. Sunlight flowing in through the window stung my eyes. Everything was spinning. The fever had not let up. For nearly a week my body had been fighting some sort of flu. If I felt better or worse today, I couldn’t tell yet. I knew I needed breakfast, but was not hungry.

With my head aching I slowly made my way downstairs and in to the kitchen. Nobody there, I headed for the fridge to get something to eat. I put my hand on the refrigerator door.

“Good morning, Robin”.

The voice of my mother behind me made me spin around. Her face was angled towards me, but not her eyes. They weren’t there. No sockets, brows or lids. It was like the forehead had consumed them and made that space its own.

I woke up in my bed, maybe letting out a short scream as I did. I was shivering. Sweaty. Head throbbing. The sun was shining in through the curtains. A bad dream, nothing more. The sudden awakening made my head spin. I closed my eyes, hoping it would stop.

I dragged myself out of bed and made my way slowly downstairs into the kitchen. It was empty. Where is everyone? Someone was always in the kitchen, at least mom with her crosswords. I moved over and put my hand on the refrigerator door.

“Good morning, Robin”.

I don’t know if I’ve ever moved so fast in my life, but my mom’s voice behind me made me spin round faster than… I don’t know what. She was facing me, but her face was… not there. She had no mouth, no nose and no eyes. As if erased by someone, or something.

I woke up in my bed. It was pitch-dark in my room and I could see the faint glow of what might be a streetlight outside the window. I reached for my phone. 3:47 AM.

My mouth felt dry as a desert. I had to get something to drink but my head felt too heavy to lift. I was sweating and the sheets felt wet and sticky. I finally dragged myself out of bed. My head was throbbing as I moved downstairs, through the dark and silent house, trying not to faint from the pain. I switched on the kitchen lights and walked over to the refrigerator. Reaching for the door handle, I hesitated for a moment. It was just a dream. I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water. I almost emptied it before I closed the door to head back upstairs.

“Good morning, Robin”.

Submitted March 06, 2016 at 05:03PM by the_bright_shadow http://ift.tt/1W08BOt shortscarystories