Chop...chop...chop... ShadowsGirl12 The endless black eyes, the rusty brown hair, the nails on a chalk board voice? What kept me from forgetting, oh yeah, the scars and the axe! It started as a dream...no as a nightmare. Running, chasing, fearing, always the same. I would run and he would chase me. But I was never caught. Strangely, I always awoke before he got me. But that is how it usually works......usually. Only once did he win. Only once was I finally caught. It was the night of October 18, 1997. I lay awake, as always, waiting for sleep to take me away, waiting for him to chase me. Eventually my eyes closed and my breathing became even and peaceful. But just as quickly, my breathing quickened and he appeared in front of me. His face was blurred and his axe raised in front of him. I turned and ran, but this time I knew it would be different. I knew it would end badly. I ran and ran as always, but I tripped on some unreal root sticking up out of my unreal ground in my unreal nightmare. Then he swung his axe across my stomach. I screamed in pain and awoke in my room, afraid of the shadows, afraid of my home. I was wet and sticky with sweat....no, blood. My stomach was cut open and I was bleeding non-stop. My mom pushed open my door and flickered on the light. She shrieked and fell against my wall at the sight of my limp figure. She called 911 and the next thing I knew I was resting in a room of white, the emergency room. The doctor and my mother were whispering in the threshold of the doorway. I strained to listen, but failed to hear what was said. Days turned to months and months faded into years. And still I fear the shadows. I fear the dark. But most of all I fear the return of my faceless axeman. The return, I knew, was going to come. END #JJM #LIKE #SCARY?
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 15:35:34 +0000
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