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Author-JadenH
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Nightmares
by JadenH
Summary: Nightmares, produced by trauma or not, can happen to
anyone.
All feedback is welcome. I write for fun and will not be
offended by any comments good or bad. (Additional notes at the
end.)
Disclaimer: Jim, Blair, Simon, and The Sentinel belong to Pet
Fly, UPN, and Paramount and no copyright infringement is
intended.
*The forest was dark and thick, what little light that could be
seen, albeit faint, only increased its sinister appearance. The
air, heavy with moisture, added a feeling of foreboding danger.
The only sounds to be heard, was that of a young man running
through the trees in an attempt to escape that which pursued him.
He ran blindly, with only the knowledge that if he stopped he
would, with all certainty, be killed. He had no memory of whom or
even where, he was, but knew he must reach the safety of the
clearing nearby. That which chased him could not follow him there.
His heart beat franticly as he pushed himself to the limits of his
own endurance. He could hear the creature crashing through the
brush behind him, getting closer with each terrifying second, the
bone chilling howls of anger spurring him to run faster. The edge
of the forest, as if by divine intervention, appeared ahead of
him, but before he could reach it he fell to the ground, tripped
by a protruding root. He lay sprawled on the ground, his hearting
pounding wildly, as the entity approached. He felt its scorching
hot breath on his neck, and knew that he had failed. Slowly he
rolled over to see what he had been running from. His heart froze
as he stared into its glowing red eyes. It was no animal he had
ever seen before. It was, in all its terror, a demon from the
deepest bowels of the underworld. The creature smiled maniacally
as it raised a talon like claw. As the claw came rushing toward
the young man, he let out a blood curdling scream …..*
Bolting upright in his bed, arms flung out, as if to ward off
danger, Darryl Banks awoke, disoriented. He was covered with
sweat, and had kicked his blankets to the floor. He found himself
in the safety of his own bed, in his own room, at his father’s
home. Not as he had feared, in the forest.
“It was a nightmare.” he mumbled to himself, gathering up the
discarded linens, listening and hoping he hadn’t awoken his dad.
“Man, I knew I should have listened to Dad and not snuck out with
Marco and Jeff to see that horror movie.”
Curling up under his blanket, Darryl knew that there would be no
way he’d be able to sleep.
The End