I awoke one night with a genuine feeling of dread. The kind of feeling that tells you that something is...off. I sat on the edge of my bed, spending time to wake up and figure out what the bother was. Checking the clock to see that it was 3:26 in the morning I sighed disappointedly at my inability to sleep a whole night without interruption. After I felt up to it, I stood up and scanned the room. My blinds were as usual, closed ¾ of the way as to let in a little calming light and lull me and my wife to sleep. I looked back at the bed and got the typical reminder of how good my life was. Seeing my wife always put a smile on my face.
After admiring her beauty for a while I decided to check underneath the bed. It took me awhile to get down to my knees, but I got there. When I got to a position in which I could see under the bed my eyes darted back and forth, attempting to spot anything out of the ordinary. Just when I was about to give up, the sheets above me began to move. I thought it was my wife getting up to see what the matter was...until I heard the screaming. The sheets began to move violently and I moved so quickly to get up that I hit my head on the bed above me. I was so focussed on saving my wife that I didn’t even have time to cuss myself out. The sheets stopped moving and out of the corner of my eye appeared a shadow moving at an unmatchable speed out the bedroom door.
My wifes screaming grew more and more distant that by the time I got up, I could barely hear her shrill panic. I rushed out of the room blinded by rage. Stumbling and falling I reached my kitchen. I saw the strangest thing. It was a man, calmly searching through the refrigerator. He didn’t even panic when he turned to face me. It was strange but that wasn’t the only thing I noticed. The man was dressed in an army outfit, helmet and all. It was straight from Vietnam, the old enemy. Taken back by this, I had completely forgotten what I was doing, until the screaming returned. It was not my wife this time, it was...it was him. Standing there, fridge open. Screaming as if his life was ending, staring straight at me.
I was confused and scared, so much that I let out a quick “Wh…”. At this, the man took off with speed that had to be fueled by adrenaline in its purest form. I gave chase. He was already out the back door. When I ran outside I saw him at the car, frantically fiddling with something in his hand. As I got closer I saw what it was. The keys! How in the hell did he know where they were! When I got there I looked at the man's face, it was somehow familiar. He screamed and cried at the sight of me, collapsing into a heap at my feet.
“Richie please don’t do this” he sobbed uncontrollably. “How do you know my name!” I screamed. “Because… I’m your wife” screamed the man. I stopped, not knowing how to respond.
I was about to ask questions, until the images flooded my mind. My friends surrounded me, all dead. Fingers blown off, eyes gouged out, and open wounds everywhere. I was alone, until one of the body's started coughing. I looked over at one of my friends, he couldn’t see out of his left eye, and his right leg was gone. He coughed some more and spoke, “ Mamma, I wanna go home mamma, it hurts, I’m gonna die, I don’t wanna die mamma.” His voice trailed off and I was alone.
The voice of the man snapped me back to reality. He was about to speak...but I broke. I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed as hard as I could. Tears rolled from his eyes down onto my wrists. I felt his throat struggling to choke in air...but I didn’t let him. As time went on it was easier and easier to squeeze. The light drained from his eyes and he faded into darkness. When I released, I could still see my hand prints on his neck. I choked him so violently in fact, his whole neck was misshapen. I sat there in the moment for a while, molding things over in my head. I was so perplexed by the situation that I didn’t even notice two more soldiers running up to me. I stood up and ran towards them ready to defend myself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw tham pulling something out of their pockets. They pointed these items at me, until all I saw was a white flash...and then nothing at all.
“What happened chief?” said the policeman standing over the two dead bodies. “It looks like this man strangled his wife, pull up what you have on him.” The policeman pulled up the profile of the man. “It says, RICHARD CLARKE, Former Vietnam veteran.” “See what’s under mental deficiencies.” “It says PTSD sir.” “looks like he was under an episode, strangled his wife to death and didn’t even realize it.” “Oh well, get the body bags, I’ll start writing a report.”
Submitted October 13, 2017 at 06:27AM by Happy-Feetz http://ift.tt/2yimHJb nosleep
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