Something has awoken me from sleep; tapping on my slumber, begging me topay attention. Alert
now, but frozen with fear, I take stock of my situation without lifting my head
from the protective cuddle of my pillow.
I clench my blankets firmly under my chin and wiggle just ever so – back
and forth – tightly sealing myself into a fabric cocoon baring any ghostly
hands from sneaking under to pinch me into screams.
I will not scream. I will not
If I wake my mom she will be mad.
I will not scream, I will not scream.
I bite down upon the
whimper escaping my lips and strain my eyes to view the recessed corners of my
darkened room without disturbing my physical safety net. Is something there? I can see the faint hint of primary coloured
soldiers on my bedroom wall, but not even those stoic figures can calm my
Something is very wrong here tonight.
I catch movement at the bottom of my bed and
suck back air in horror. I can see the
soft indentation of several thin spiny fingers as they dig into the top of my
comforter and slowly drag a fat pulsating black mound up over the ledge. It is not a hand; and as this truth flushes a
new panic through my soul, I stutter this silent word into my nightmare –
A gagging nausea
invades, as I watch this terrifying creature rapidly multiply. Like a comforter being retrieved from the
floor by its owner, this thick black mass of spiny fingers and throbbing jellied
bodies moves forward, towards me, catching the shine from the window’s framed
“There is no hand”, I silently scream. Just big, fat, wet, fast moving spiders!
I cannot move, I cannot scream. I am helpless to stop this. Then I feel them. The weight as they move
forward and the first touch of their wispy legs on my tear stained face. That is all it takes; one silent scream in
the depths of a petrifying nightmare, and reality slowly begins to tear away
the fabric of my terror filled slumber.
Still unsure if I am dreaming or awake and no longer caring if my mother
gets mad, I throw off my tightly wound blanket, getting tangled in its web of
safety, pulling sharply until I am released to sprawl blindly onto the
floor. I fling myself away from the bed,
still seeing the shimmering moving mass of horror slink its way towards me. Without thought or allowing even a slight
glance back, I run frantically towards my parents’ room, still screaming