"All right, Mrs. Carlence. Gerald did well today and really liked his stroll. We visited the forest. I remarked, returning the dog to the elderly lady.
Next door was Mrs. Carlence, who was a neighbor. She was elderly and had a lovely husky. Every time Mrs. Carlence felt weary or drowsy, I would generally take him for a few short walks about the neighborhood. In exchange, I would get payment and peace of mind.
I appreciate it, Alisha. She responded and brought her dog inside. "Would you like to enter?"
I've got a few things to accomplish, so no, not today.
I had a few tasks I wanted to do tonight, but I knew the moment I went to bed, I would fall asleep. I avoided going back to my bed the whole day out of fear of starting another terrible nightmare.
Mrs. Carlence entered my home and peered out the door. "Felica is working nights once more?"
"Yeah,"
"If you ever feel lonely, come and sleep here; I won't interrogate you." I nodded in response as she put her consoling hand on my shoulder.
For most of my youth, whenever Dad attempted to ruin our lives by showing up, I would sleep at her place. Those were dreadful days, and I still carry a gloomy recollection of them.
I grinned at Mrs. Carlence, and as she was about to shut the door, I intervened.
"Oh, no!" I shrieked.
"What?" She turned back and sent her dog a look. "What happened?" you ask.
His collar is missing; it must have fallen off some time along the road, fu-shi. I didn't really comprehend my error until I caught a glimpse of Gerald, who was pacing about barking without a collar.
Oh, that's not good. Do you have any idea where it could have fallen? Mrs. Carlence didn't yell at me; instead, we had a civil conversation.
"Maybe. Will investigate the woods. The route I traveled came to mind in a moment. I could get there immediately and discover it before it was too late since it was nearby.
It's eight o'clock, sweetie, not right now. She debated.
I inhaled deeply and moved back from the porch. "It's alright, I'm sorry. I'll just check, and then return. I quickly left the home and continued along the same route that I had taken with Gerald.
Pfft. I wasn't even late; it was just eight. The last thing I wanted to do was lose Gerald's treasured collar, which was adorned with the ashes of Mrs. Carlence's deceased husband.
She would continue to despise me for the next several years.
Ugh.
As I went past it, I set my phone's light on fire. The region where it had recently poured had water puddles, but there was no sign of the collar.
Let's go.
I clenched my phone even more in my fingers and continued on, this time further into the adjacent woods. Even though the distance through the woods was just a few kilometers, I found the darkness unsettling. I could hardly see.
Searching for this? The quiet was broken by a voice.
I screamed and raised an eyebrow to see whose it was. I circled in circles while searching for the voice's origin, but there was nobody there. My whole body tensed up and became rigid.
Asking "Who's there?" I took a cautious step forward and placed my other hand around the umbrella I was holding. Even if it wasn't raining anymore, the edge of the umbrella might still be used to strike someone in the face.
It's "your worst nightmare." A lady laughed and moved away from me.
a female.
a lady, fuck.
My breathing stopped, and strange ideas started to flood my mind. No. I turned in the direction the wind was coming from but was unable to see anybody there.
The question "Who are you?" I inquired in a voice of fear and trembling. Keeping my eyes wide open and paying close attention hurt.
The individual—the woman—kept moving and playing with me. Every time, she chuckled. It was a strange laugh—a demonic chuckle, full of might and wickedness. I attempted to approach her and get a peek at her but failed.
When she stopped flying about, she approached me in a shadowy, black shape with just her bright red eyes protruding from it.
"Didn't Mama tell you not to walk alone at night?" The voice was emanating from the faceless, dark figure.
similar to my nightmare.
This cannot be true.
Was this really happening?
I started to question everything that had transpired since the morning. There was no possibility that I could be having a nightmare since I didn't fall asleep.
She shone brightly when I flashed the light over her out of spite, but the rest of her was still concealed.
The question "Who are you?" This time, with my heart trembling and my limbs drooping, I pulled out my umbrella. Who or what are you?
"Dear, I'm just here to drag you to hell," she said. I hit her hand with my umbrella as forcefully as I could when she extended it to me. She drew her hand back after the first few horrifying seconds, and I eventually realized something was true.
her palm. I was surprised to see that she had long, painted nails since it was narrow and had tiny fingers that protruded from the palms.
When I struck the lady, she didn't utter a word.
Was this joking? Because if it was, I would be furious for the remainder of my life.
You bitch! "Fuck off." The lady walked on, yelling angrily as she went.
It wasn't a joke, either.
I made the fastest exit possible from the trees. This wasn't a joke since Halloween was just a few months ago and there weren't any other frightful days on our calendar. Everything was genuine.
The thing rushed behind me, and I could feel her, him, or it. I was forced to stop when she chased me down and twisted her fingers in my hair.
I beg you not to murder me. I am completely ignorant and don't know you. As she pushed me down, I moaned as my knees touched the earth. "Please." A few tears started to form on my cheeks.
She was standing behind me, stroking her pointed nails over my collarbone and neck. When she dipped them in, it caused agony and pulled blood from my flesh.
"Your skin is soft. Sadly, everything in hell burns. She spoke in my ears while leaning over me. Her breath—which became hot and stifling in my ears—reminded me of what had transpired with the Alpha earlier that day.
Something was comparable in some way.
I pressed my brows together and choked back a sob before addressing the person by saying, "Who are you?"
She made no comment.
"Please. Just who are you? Are you someone from a nightmare?
"That is who I am."
The question "What do you want?" For fear of seeing her true face, I didn't turn to look behind me.
She covered my lips with her hand to stop me from crying. "Are you up for seeing me? Your most dreaded dream?
I said a quiet "no."
Come on, I'm not so unattractive, you know."
I squeezed my eyes shut as the lady moved in front of me, and the remainder of the tears ran down my cheeks. I drew myself back and attempted to escape from her, but she had me in a chokehold that prevented me from getting up off the ground, no matter how hard I fought.
I pleaded with you to let me go.
"First, look at me," I said.
"No."
You won't be able to get your eyes back when I gouge them out, so please open your fucking eyes and look at me. My head was being held near to her face as she made a threat.
My painful throat let forth the loudest scream I've ever heard as soon as I opened my eyes. I gasped for air as my chest constricted, shouted once more, and then covered my ears with my hands.