It Takes You In Your Sleep shortscarystories

The trees softly rustled. Frantic dog howls pierced the stillness of the night. The kitchen clock abruptly stopped.

A mother thrashed about feverishly in her sleep. Somewhere in the neighboring woods a twig snapped. The trees softly rustled. Photocells of the streetlight flickered. Then darkness outside the house.

Creaking noises in the attic.

She jolted awake from her nightmare, sweating and shivering. Her nervous hands tightly gripping the bed sheets. 3 A.M. gleamed in bright red on her cluttered nightstand. Moonlight spilled onto the soft carpet. Another attempt at sleep.

Stillness...

"Mommy!"

The mother jumped from bed, heart-racing, and found her child's door in the silent darkness. "What is it sweet heart?", the mother questioned lovingly.

The daughter could be barley seen, an outline sitting in her bed, "I had a nightmare."

"Well go back to bed, honey. Mommy has to sleep."

The child was tucked in. A gentle kiss on the forehead. The door creaked on its hinges.

Stillness...

A car alarm went off two blocks down. The trees stopped rustling. The refrigerator's pilot light sparked.

This time the mother awoke to a persistent knock at her door.

"Sweetheart what is it?"

More knocking. The sheets were thrown over. Moonlight illuminated the door handle. The walls ferociously shook from each violent pound at the wood. "Sweety your scaring me."

The door swung open. The shadow of her daughter ran past and jumped into the master bed, crawling beneath the covers. "What the devil is going on Cassandra?" Only the sound of whimpering.

'I suppose tonight she could sleep with me', the mother thought, crossing the threshold.

"Mom don't let it get you!" Cassandra's voice screamed from down the hall.

Her thudding heart skipped a beat. Horrified pupils dilated. Branches swayed in the wind. The soft covers rose and fell, rose and fell. 3 A.M. gleamed in bright red letters on her cluttered nightstand. The moonlight spilled onto the carpet, which was now caked in mud. Suddenly the thing in her bed, which was breathing heavily beneath the covers, started whispering to the dark room. A hollow, disgusting whisper:

"Ba ba ba... Na... ba ba ba ba-"

The scratchy voice grew in intensity to match the mother's terrifying scream.

Submitted January 15, 2016 at 02:28AM by MiskatonicTales http://ift.tt/1Q1308L shortscarystories